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Trundlebug rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:00 am
While the ickycom might not have been enough to get Am to care most days-- honestly, she and her parents didn't have a TV, and she was oblivious to most social media-- the scent of food certainly was enough to pique her interest.
"Smell good," she rumbled to herself, lumbering down to the school auditorium. Of course, she could have been wandering into a cafeteria or another dormitory, for all Am knew. Her vision was absolutely terrible. Everything looked like blurry blobs and shapes.
Somehow, she managed to figure out that washing her claws was mandatory, and that getting herself situated at the main table was also mandatory.
Am glanced around, trying to see what the others were doing to produce the actual food part. There had to be some method involved in making the food! Why else would it smell so good? A few ghouls (or were they boils...?) around her seemed to be dumping cups of odd colored ingredients into a bowl. That seemed silly to Am-- why didn't they just eat the bowl? Or what they were dumping?
Then it slowly dawned on her; that yes, perhaps, the end result was going to be something so delicious, so mind-warpingly good, that it was more important than the ingredients. This... cookie, people were calling it.
Am growled, grabbing a bowl of her own, and dumping the contents of the cups haphazardly into it. They slopped together, forming a small, colorful, sloppy mess.
Was that it? She bent down, and gave the bowl a single sniff. It smelled good, but it didn't smell like the cookie.
Am growled impatiently, her teeth audibly gnashing, and then squinted around her through her hair. She saw that people were beating the things in the bowl up. Mixing? Stirring? Did that produce the fabled food?
They were using some kind of stick to stir, but Am didn't see any point in that, as she dug right in and began to slop her hands around in the bowl, sloppily mixing the contents.
[Total: 3 cooking pts]
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Trundlebug rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:16 am
The auditorium was loud, echoing with the voices of students and teachers alike. Things banging on bowls, slapping on metal sheets, and clattering against the table cups only added to the cheery cacophony.
Am's bowl looked like something had exploded. Around her workstation was a halo of bits and pieces of ingredients, and the front of her scarentine's sweater was covered in some kind of powder. Her claws were caked with glop. Nonetheless, she proudly beamed down at the dough she'd made. That had definitely been the easiest part of the cookie making-- all she had to do was beat the crap out of the ingredients and then flatten the entire mess on the table. And for some reason, the dough looked rather good.
Am wondered why no one seemed to be just eating the dough right then and there. It smelled just about as good as the warm fragrance wafting through the air. Wasn't this it, then? She took a tiny edge of the dough and popped it into her mouth, but was disappointed to find that it dissolved away within moments, not allowing her to chew it.
No, that definitely wasn't right. That wasn't mind-blowing. She glanced around again.
Students were pressing something into the dough, making blurry little shapes and peeling them away to drop them on some kind of metal sheet. Am frowned, her nose wrinkling just below the bangs of her hair, as frustration began to bubble up. This was taking way too much work.
Finding the cookie cutters sitting nearby on the table, Am grabbed a random one and began smashing it into the dough, hoping to speed the process up.
[Total: 3 cooking pts]
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Trundlebug rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:26 am
Am looked down at the broken, blobby, misshapen pieces of dough on her baking sheet with a tilted head. One blurry one kind of looked like he had no head. Another looked like it was beating the adjacent cookie for tearing off its leg.
Am smiled to herself with a big, toothy grin.
She wandered over to a short line near one of the spooky ovens, before it was her turn to put her tray of deformed gingerbread cookies inside.
[Total: 3 cooking pts]
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:04 am
Not really understanding that she had to keep track of time, Am allowed herself to get distracted by some kind of dance off and tiny little talking things. It was only when she was thinking about idly eating one, that she remembered her spookies in the oven. They were smoking. Someone was telling her to take them out. There was something about decorating the cookie, but frankly all Am could do was find the red icing and-- restraining herself from just eating that-- covered her terrible creation with it. She held up her creation with caked, trembling claws, as the light in the auditorium made the half-formed and black cookie glow with something akin to red radioactivity. It was beautiful. It was lunch. She was ready. Am's mouth opened in trembling anticipation, until someone-- maybe a gnome-- bumped her, nearly smacking the cookie from her hands. She growled loudly, but found herself shepherded over to the second table, not allowed to taste what she'd worked so hard for. One of the people in charge was explaining to a gaggle of students nearby that you had to wrap the cookies. Wrap it, in order to eat it?! This was almost too much. But glancing over at the wrapping paper, all Am could see was that it was all bright red. It suddenly dawned on her. Oh. This was just another step to making it MORE delicious!
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Trundlebug rolled 1 100-sided dice:
80
Total: 80 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:06 am
The whole wrapping process was a little too intricate for Am to completely grasp. There seemed to be a lot of delicate steps that she completely ignored. Why cut the paper into a nice shape when you could just rip it? Why fold the paper delicately when you could just paste the red bits of paper on? It was all for taste, so she thought. What did Am care if it looked like her horrible creation had been bitten a few times? She hadn't been able to resist nibbling at the paper here and there when she could sneak a piece in her mouth. Wrapping it with a ribbon had been the hardest part so far, and Am nearly gave up before she just tacked the thing on with a bit of sticky icing that remained on her hands. Stepping back to observe her handiwork, Am smiled proudly. Now that definitely looked like something delicious! She looked around her in curiosity after a moment, wondering why no one else was eating their creations. Some students all ready seemed to be exchanging them with one another. Am's face fell. The entire purpose of all her hard labor was simply to give it away? But she was so hungry, she thought she might circle back around and start eating a roll of wrapping paper! She frowned down at her blurry gift. Whoever ended up getting her delicious cookie present better enjoy it... but then again, how could they not have, when it looked like that? Her frown faded away, and the prospects of handing her cookie over to someone she liked made everything better. "They will like," she rumbled to herself, gathering up her handiwork roughly in a claw.
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:37 pm
Since she had done such a fantastic job the first time around, Shaheen saw no reason why she shouldn't start over again and make another batch. Even if the DETH representatives were giving her hard stares, or everyone around her was now giving her a wide birth because of the death glares she kept giving to anyone who even came close to touching her in this crowd.
This time once she mixed all of the ingredients together, the batter turned out smooth and perfect. She was obviously getting the hang of this now.
+3 points
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Seussi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:45 pm
She didn't even need to have the cookie cutter handed to her this time, because she knew what came next. She picked up the metal human shaped cutter and pressed it down into the dough.
Though perhaps her overconfidence made her rush things a little. Her shapes were haphhazard and missing limbs all over the place.
Oh well.
pt total: 3
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Seussi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 4
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 2:19 pm
Back to tossing the tray into the oven and slamming the door closed.
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:00 pm
"Awwww, you didn't have to share with me. Mine looks okay, see?" she explained, showing Uller before looking to Jack's.
Tomoko immediately divvied some of her dough into Jack's possession as she had earlier with Uller. In fact, she even had enough dough left this time, because of the split, to get a couple of spookies nice and cut out and not missing their hands and feet this time.
Radiating sun-joy look was beginning.
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Wandered rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:19 pm
It was kind of odd, how they seemed to be taking odd shifts on the cookies, as his second attempt at wildly cutting the cookie was . . . amiss. Who even cared anymore, he was making the most beautiful, special babies ever.
He didn't care.
"These are the most beautiful things ever." He said amusedly.
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Bronze Coffee rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:20 pm
Apparently Uller just boss at cutting cookies. Once more a flawless batch of cookies all ready for baking. Maybe this time they wouldn't be so burnt! "Does anyone need more cookies?" He had cut too many out, it would seem.
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demon_pachabel rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:43 pm
Tomoko was jealous of Uller's mad spookie-making skills. No really, he was really impressive at this stuff, and Jack's way of just taking it all in stride was nice too. It made her feel better about her kind-of-crappy first attempt (poor Thackkun. She'd make it up to him somehow).
So when it was time to put them into the oven, she sat calmly, waiting patiently as though fearing that if she looked away the cookies would suddenly explode like they were the planet on the 21st of December or something.
But they came out fine. She seemed thrilled, actually!
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Wandered rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:48 pm
Admittedly, Jack was having more fun watching the other two excel in their second attempts at cookies - his self-sacrifice seemed to be all in good fun, the smile still wild on the demon's face as he watched Tomo and Uller prepare their well cut cookies, ( his were special, but hey, they did the trick and hopefully they'd taste well enough . . . ) and throwing his own batch in the oven, he waited, looking over his shoulder quietly.
Nothing attacked him.
Actually, he found that his cookies were cooking at a . . . rapid rate, and in attempts to save them, he took them out early.
Ehhh.
Good enough.
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Bronze Coffee rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:49 pm
With his well cut cookies in the oven, Uller just yawned and moved away from the heat. It was this part of baking that was boring. Instead, he moved to sit by himself on the floor. He found himself slowly dozing off. It was when his head dropped that he snapped awake and moved to take the cookies out a few minutes too early. Ah, well. They were pretty still. Looking over at Jack and Tomoko, Uller seemed pleased with himself. "I think this will be my last batch."
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Reeshie Hack rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 11:38 pm
Rosciel was... an okay cook. Truthfully, he was far more used to cooking for himself than any of his "family" was, but that didn’t mean he was actually good at it. Or that he knew how to make much, for that matter.
But that wasn’t why he was really here. Really, this was one of the last places he’d want to be, in the crowded auditorium with ovens all around and gnomes and... Jack, it was probably his worst nightmare. Okay, so not his worst nightmare, but the normally surly incubus was less than pleased today.
That ghoul had got to him, dammit. Julian’s little ghoulfriend had gotten him a gift and now he was obligated. Rosc didn’t see gifts from others the way he viewed them to or from Sin. From Nic they were a praise or a "Here, take this and be civil for once." Akariel they were a possible trap. Rosanna just another way to spoil him. From Sin, a gift was a treasure, and to her... it was something on a mildly deep level from him.
Now, a gift from anyone else? He felt annoyingly obligated to reciprocate. And as he wasn’t about to buy the fox demon anything, as it would probably just make matters worse and who knew, perhaps Sin’s little friend would get mad at him for it and then Sin would get mad over that. And Sin being upset with him was the last thing in the world that Rosc ever wanted.
So here Rosc was. And it looked like he’d be… baking. A. Cookie.
One hand rubbed a little at the bridge of the new, dark glasses on his face once before heading over, washing his hands, and getting to work.
A glance around and he noticed that one of the boils from his exam was also here, but he paid little attention. Wasn't here to socialize, after all.
Cookie Points: 0
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