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 Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:17 pm
There was a loud crash from the kitchens: it would be the fifteenth one tonight, for anyone keeping track. If the camera was so kind to zoom into the actual kitchen - oh there we go - inside the kitchen was none other than Julie, busying herself with a hobby she liked to call cooking.
Cooking of course, being interchangeable with the words "experimenting", "failing miserably", and perhaps "replicating the apocalypse". She currently was trying her very hardest to even the population of egg yolks to the population of flour bags: she simply just could not understand why eight egg yolks and eight flour bags did not mix together nicely.
While trying to solve this strange mystery of life, the Moon Hunter glanced quickly at the doorway, where she was hoping her kitchen aide would come soon with the other ingredients.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:34 pm
Said kitchen aide was striding confidently form the labs toward the kitchens in her ruffled pink apron, looking as if she absolutely belonged there. Absolutely. Nothing strange going on here. At all. No her pocket is not glowing. That would just be strange. Most curious glances were met with silent, wide-eyed stares that clearly communicated the following: I have both superior rank and a giant sword, do not question me.
Eventually she made it back to the kitchens, and started laying out the goods for Julie on the counter, "Ok, before you ask, all the formulas are gone from the labs, so these aren't nearly as strong. Which, all things considered, is a good thing, don't look at me like that. I'm only helping because I think we could all use a bit of a pick me up...a mild one."
She paused to stare at the flour, face carefully blank, "Are you sure you don't want KZ to handle the baking?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:49 pm
Julie stared at Clarice in abject horror, one egg yolk dropping to the waxed floor with a small plop. "No no no, I have this, cooking is an art. It requires a delicate touch, one that-" Here, she sniffled - "Certain people would not appreciate. A fine art."
She continued to work for a little bit, thankfully adding milk sort of helped. Finally, she paused, wiping her forehead with one goo-covered hand before turning around to look at the Life Hunter assistant, giving her that look exactly like that. The saddest eyes ever. Ever. "But.... can't you make the formula a little stronger then? I mean, isn't that what you do?"
A little bit of desperation was also worked in there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 4:18 pm
The look and tone just made Clarice second guess what was already a pretty questionable decision. Giving the counter another look, she considered volunteering her own delicate touch to the process. She was a Life hunter, she was all about skillful hands and coordination.
Ok, admittedly, she was pretty no-that-good with cooking in general.
But she could definitely do better than this.
Though chances were she enough skills to actually fix this.
Better to just let Julie take the fall if anything goes wrong, since the Moon hunter was like freaking Teflon anyways and it would just roll right off her.
Decision made, Clarice handed a glowing green vial to the other woman. This one was pretty thoroughly tested, and while it was still a bit iffy when it came to bandages, it could be safely mixed and ingested, "Take what you can get, Julie, we don't want another big JOY fiasco, ok? Just a little something to ease all the rampant emo. I passed three hunters listening to Coldplay on my way here. Three. And I'm pretty at least one was listening to Linkin Park, they had headphones on, but they had that look..."
She glanced over again at Julie, 'Yeah, that one."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 4:44 pm
Thankfully having a firm grip on the vial and its precious contents was slightly more important thank asking Clarice what was the difference between Linkin Park and Coldplay: in the Moon Hunter's very limited scope of vision, music stopped existing after the 70's. And did not exist prior to the 50's, really.
And what did Clarice exactly mean by "Joy fiasco", everything couldn't have gone better. Other than the withdrawal symptoms and general bursts of anxiety, but really, it was nothing a good smoke and a few drinks would not fix. People just needed to see the light at the end of the tunnel more often. However, the Life Hunter did look sort of desperate herself, bordering on the beginning of neurotic, so the Moon Hunter was more than happy to assist in the well-being of her friend and colleague. She beamed. "Hmm-hmm, well, they wont regret this, and you wont either. Twenty-four hours of Joy later, everyone will be happier." The vial half-hovered over the strange lump-slash-concoction of Whatever Julie Was Making. Maybe a giant Pillsbury Dough Monster. "Everyone will be happier Clarice, everyone."
The droplets sizzled as they mixed with the contents of Pillsbury Dough Monster, almost magically, the moment quiet and solemn. It was sort of like making a baby, only maybe a little less enjoyable.
After a few more seconds, the Moon Hunter poked The Creation. The mound of dough, as a general bearer of good tidings, thankfully did not move. "Well, is it done?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 4:47 pm
A pause.
A pause full of deep concern.
"I think you have to bake it first."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 4:51 pm
"Oh." The Moon Hunter looked extremely morose. They were going to bake her Pillsbury dough monster? She blinked a few tears away and tried to look the other way. "O-okay. If... if you insist..."
In a slow, sad sort of way, she pulled out a few trays, and a cookie cutter, brandishing it a little over the concoction. "Can... can I at least say a few words to it? It should know it did not die in vain."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 4:55 pm
"...what exactly were you planning on doing with it if you weren't going to..." Clarice was beginning to look a bit pained by this point. "Ok...sure. Say some...words...for the dough." What was dying, here? Why would the dough be alive? What exactly had gone on in here while she was gone?
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 5:07 pm
Sadly, no words were to be said that day in honor of the Pillsbury Dough Monster that never truly got its chance to shine in the spotlight. Instead the dough began to move.
Given that Julie had made it, this was not entirely unexpected.
And then it expanded.
And expanded.
And then suddenly it grew to fill the entire kitchen and burst into a million particles of rainbow sparkles.
Given that Julie had made it, this was not entirely unexpected.
Moments later, as the air cleared, the two girls could be found passed out next to each other. Overhead, the kitchen's ventilation hummed ominously.
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