[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Boraro[/color]
Camp Hannula, Raven’s Rock[/h2][/center][hr]There were enough people preparing breakfast already so he simply stayed out of the way and watched, taking mental notes. He took point on the dishes, no one’s favorite aspect of food, but a necessary evil. Breakfast eaten and kitchen clean, now was time for work. Some of the tech staff mentioned something about upgrades to the suit, and as soon as he heard the words “increased mobility without sacrificing protection” he was hooked.

Well, it was a nice thought. As soon as the new software was loaded, he got no less than five errors. Being told that “That’s normal.” by the technician, he paid it no mind until they made it to the test track. As soon as he tried to activate his jump pack, the suit went into limp mode, started playing his music library through the helmet’s headset on shuffle and jacked the environment controls to the highest it would allow, the setting meant for rapid reheating after falling into cold water, and the mosaic of error windows on the wrist computer and even his HUD indicating some real bad ones handily put the launch of the Generation IV Octavia to shame as far as software fuckups were concerned.

“The suit’s a pre-production prototype.” He was told when he got out of the human-shaped, metal-blasting, barely-mobile oven. Unfortunately, the man responsible for his suit’s software had not made it out of Kaitaki, leaving it to the two techs that accompanied him on the shakedown run the night of the attack and some Blue Sword guy from the base’s IT department to perform electronic exorcism as they pored over millions of lines of someone else’s code, figuring out what it did and why it wasn’t working, restoring his suit to its previous functionality from a backup for now. One thing was clear immediately: Upgrades would have to wait.

Life was weird, somehow giving him a free afternoon and making him [i]absolutely hate it[/i].
[hr][center][h2]Camp Hannula, Dinner time[/h2][/center][hr]It was clear to anyone who cooked for a lot of people regularly that a big cookout was in the works, the arrangements hard to miss when one knew where to look. He made some preparations of his own, managing to get his hands on some readily available supplies and some yeast, misjudging the time by around 30 minutes. No matter, at least the dough would rise more. Given that Tahlia and Chuck had hauled in several reindeer, more pastry would not hurt and what he had planned could be frozen in case there were leftovers. Although with this many giants on hand, plus Freya in the infirmary, he doubted that. As the venison was cooked, he joined the organized chaos with the sounds of sizzling oil and before long, the first batches of Gateau started rolling out onto the tables. It wasn’t bread, but he didn’t have enough time to make that properly and delicious balls of deep fried dough - half plain, half with herbs and garlic - would do just as well.

With just a few bites, Ebrima resolved to get that curry recipe from Purna. His recipe list was extensive, but fairly poor on the curry side despite a few months’ stay in Thailand and this one definitely earned its place. Not now though, some better time would present itself eventually. Right now, there was teambuilding to be done. Having finished his portion, he took stock of the party. He’d spoken with Chuck and Tahlia on the plane a bit, but little more than a general greeting to Oliver. Then he recalled the missing giant, a ‘two-in-one’ opportunity presenting itself and thus he set out for Samantha, approaching with a broad, friendly smile. [color=#FF7800]”Nothing like a shared meal to bring people together, no? But we are a giant short. And if I know one thing about medical facilities, they tend to be dreary and make you eat [i]healthy[/i], not [i]good[/i]. Are we feeling up to a bit of smuggling, doing a bit of bad for a lot of good? A rack of ribs, half a leg, pastry and some sauce may not heal a shoulder, but will definitely heal the spirit.”[/color]