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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 6:07 pm
Solo RP -- Background Story : "My food will... What?"
Ariada was worried. She was also hungry with a hunkering for sweets, but she was mostly worried. The one time she'd gone out to get something to eat in the past month she'd ended up with leftovers. One ichigo daifuku treat in a lonely take-home box. The other two had been so rich and sweet, Ariada had not been able to make herself eat the third one. Three weeks later, it was still in the refrigerator. It was still just as fresh and tasty looking as the day the short blonde had brought it home. That wasn't normal. Even for her state-of-the-art walk-in fridge.
Staring at the abomination of all things Ariada knew about food, she picked up the phone and dialed the number for GoGo sushi. Yes, she had it memorised. "Yes, I have a question about some leftovers." Caterer that she was, Ariada could be patient on the phone but the question she received in answer to her's made her furrow her brow in frustration.
"Do you get calls like this often the-- Yes. It's been over two weeks." This was a case that was quickly becoming more and more odd, and Ariada wasn't sure if it was something she really wanted to be a part of. She was used to strange cases of magic, sure, but food never aging? Chewing her lip in thought, she nearly forgot she was on the phone until a particular sentence snapped her out of her reverie. "It should... What?" Run that by her again, she thought. Food wasn't supposed to 'come to life'. Well, Ariada was certainly sure it wasn't. "I'm sorry," she said almost too casually. "Food doesn't take on a life of it's own. Not in the way you're insinuating at least." Smirking as she got that last bit out, she felt secure in her knowledge of food. She was hung-up on.
It was good to feel secure. Ariada worked with food everyday. It was her life. Don't tell her food comes to life.
And indeed it didn't, until roughly a minute passed after GoGo Sushi hung up on her and she heard a very quiet ripping noise come from the inside of her take-out box. A very quiet ripping followed by a not so quiet - "Helloo~ It's sort of cramped down here!"
Ariada peeked into her box. She peeked into her box and was regaled with all sorts of noise and a cute little, leftover, treat smiling and waving at her. With arms.
Maybe it was time Ariada learnt some new things about food.
Total word count : 472
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:35 pm
Solo RP -- Background Story : "Isn't that what a refrigerator is for?"
For almost a month Ichigo Daifuku and Ariada Orestes Jones, her adoptive mother, had been in and out of GoGo Sushi. Ariada's favourite sushi place and the place that had started it all. It wasn't that Ariada was upset with the development that had resulted in talking food, she relished the down to earth company. It was that she just wasn't used to spending time with someone that wasn't a client. Sitting at her kitchen counter, contemplating this, DaiDai was prattling. A lot. It wasn't always to anyone in particular, so Ariada tended to phase out until she was spoken to directly. As she eyed the pink, slug-like, clump of sugar and chocolate the human noticed the ferment holding her hands out as if she were trying to measure that spot of the counter.
"What are you doing, love?" Ariada asked Ichigo sweetly. She was concerned, and rightly so as DaiDai confirmed her worries. "I'm measuring the counter for a house, Momma!" DaiDai piped it out as equally sweet, as if she could frost a cake with her voice. "They had a doll house at GoGo," she explained. "And soon I'll be a teen and need privacy." She stated it so matter-of-factly her mother couldn't really see the argument. "You want your own house, then?" Ariada asked flatly. She could see wanting privacy, but she had figured on just building her a little room. Looking at Dai, she shook her head slowly. It could have been taken as a sign of discouragement, but to the GoGo ferment - It meant she'd won. So. "I get a doll house for myself?" DaiDai clapped excitedly as Ariada nodded, stood and grabbed her purse. It was early afternoon.
No time like the present to go house shopping, right?
Total word count : 294
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