The dining room has two walls one on the east wall and the south wall the other 2 walls are thick windowed walls with a counter that lines the Windowed walls, allowing you to see the doors of the hanger on the west wall and the hall and Common room from the North.

A large table that seats 6 and there are 4 other chairs that are near the counters of the windowed wall.

There is a large stainless steel Fridge and Stove that look like they came from the star ship enterprise on the south wall they are all light up in blue digital displays and the fridge has a large LED screen on the front of it.

<CH 2 time period>

At the table, Sword of Cup was puzzling over a cookbook. He had a mixing bowl, a good, strong spoon to stir with, measuring cups and a few ingredients on the table. But while the pictures in the book were nice, the fact that he couldn't read a word was exasperating to him. How was he supposed to bake something yummy if he couldn't figure out how much of what went into muffins? His ring was dim, just the rune alight, and his matrix wasn't helping here even when he turned it to a cooking instance. He might know how to cook, as an art form, but following a recipe he didn't know was tough with the enforced illiteracy of his barbarian theme and no one else to follow instructions from.

Other than flour and eggs, what was in a muffin? He scratched his head, pondering that. Did one start by barfing blood into the bowl? It couldn't hurt, he decided, but how much was too much? Again, he didn't know.

Time to experiment. The ring burned with a fiery aura unconnected to what persona was in dominance as his jaw dropped and a gout of glowing, mystical blood erupted like a breath weapon. Red Lantern-style rage vomit.

Closing his mouth, droplets of blood dripping off of his beard and mustache, the big, red man looked at the blood-drenched bowl. Reaching over, he picked up two eggs and deftly cracked them on the edge of the table, dumping the contents into the bowl. Next, the bag of flour, and scooping some out with a measuring cup. Hmm. That didn't seem like much flour? He couldn't read the numbers on it to realize that he was trying to use one that was 1/8th cup. But in the flour went, following by scooping more.
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Jocasta voice buzzed in every room she detected a presence of the team in each room  Time for a mission Task Force, Suit up and please join William in the Tech room for a briefing.

Sword of Cup looked up from his abortive attempts at mixing things in the bowl. He didn't know what 'suit up' meant, but the part about joining William in the tech room he understood clearly.

He looked down again. What needed to be kept refrigerated? Eggs, butter, avocado. Those he returned to the fridge, leaving the rest of the things on the table with the bowl of... batter, for lack of a better name for the mess. Removing his apron and leaving it on a chair, the fur-clad unit headed for the briefing.



----> Tech Room