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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:25 pm
Bela had picked up a bowl and a spoon after having made sure she had enough of everything in the bowl. She started stirring, "You know I'm not sure. Maybe the stoves are just as much magical as everything else and knows how not to ruin the cake?"
She walked around to where Gilbert was while stirring the batter. "I don't see any mountains though it's possible this place has it's own gravitational field?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:21 pm
The ingredients were all found and oh so carefully measured out into her bowl before Menthe began to work on her own mix, sweeping the powder in wide motions with her spoon.
Her spoon stopped swishing however when the strange.. and yet so how completely logical question sounded. Altitude? She hadn't noticed any shortness of breath or dizziness. But perhaps that was just super high altitude... how did one even test for lower, more normal 'high' altitude?
Bela spoke, and she pondered for a little longer, but in the end had no advice or opinion to give. So she simply returned back to her task of batter mixing, changing between wide swirls and some dragging squishes as she attempted to loose the light colored powder into the lovely brown of the batter.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 9:54 am
A hand slid across her vision to catch the wire of the whisk, and she dropped back to her heals, turning towards the young man that now standing beside her. "Thanks," she grinned, taking the offered utensil. "Grant, right?" She was pretty sure that was name Gilbert had used when he'd greeted him. The use of the word 'ma'am' was a little odd, specially considering her age. At 18 she certainly wasn't old enough for that sort of title. "I'm Felicia, nice to meet you." Transferring the whisk to her left hand, she offered out her right for a shake. It couldn't hurt, getting to know some of the others around her, specially if they were going to be stuck there a while.
Besides, when they got home (and Felicia still refused to consider the possibility that they wouldn't) who would better understand what she'd been through then other people that had experienced the same? so despite her natural aversion to reach out to people, perhaps it wasn't a bad idea in this case to be a little more friendly.
Since it seemed there were still a pair of boxes yet unclaimed the young lady helped herself to one of them and a small bowl. Leaning against the counter once again as she read through the instructions on the back. It probably wasn't a good idea, her attempting to mix anything that was going to be a part of something bigger, but she did want to be helpful. "Just whip it silly, right?" She could do that, probably. Hopefully.
Double and triple checking the box as she went, she added the mix to the bowl, then anything else that the cake batter required. Now that she looked at it though the whisk she'd managed to find with a little help seemed kind of big, and from the looks of it as she glanced around, the batter was a little thicker then she'd expected. "Hmm, better stick to a spoon." Trail and error at the drawers produced one, and she set to work mixing, cradling the bowl to her chest. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't professional, but Licia was at least managing to keep the mix in the bowl as she stirred, rather then getting it all over herself like some people.
For a little while at least. A slip of the spoon sent a bit of batter up in a lazy splatter, most of it landing harmless back in the bowl or on the ground, but a nice sized gob struck her in the cheek, clinging thickly to pale skin, and the girl froze, mouth hanging open in shock as she gasped. That did not feel pleasant!
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:28 am
Cameron really need it. This cake he'd heard rumours of? He was all up on that. He could appreciate good food, especially sweets, but he was absolutely horrible at cooking. It was most definitely the reason Cameron ate like a college student, especially pineapple pizza with olives. He wasn't sure what it was about cooking that was so difficult when he could follow an experiment's instructions down to the bone but when it came to food and a hot stove (oven, toaster, slow cooker), things seemed to explode or just fail horribly. He'd never admit that to anyone so the thought of cake that hadn't exploded sounded like a nice reward for not getting killed by the giant arachnid or converted by the enemy.
It was certainly enough to lure Cameron, but it seemed he was without a shadow this time. No Veer? Check. Smug smile? Check. Empty stomach ready for cake? Check! His list complete, he readied to enter. He looked forward to a peaceful meal undisturbed by wandering fools. It wasn't his luck though, not when he walked in to see another large group of people.
His plans seemed to be fooled when he seen them still making the cake. Did they expect him to help? He just stood there. Did nothing go right? He sighed, and then moved. He really did want that cake. So much that he was actually looking around the kitchen for frosting for the cake. Surely there had to be some around here that didn't involve him actually making it himself. That would be a catastrophe.
Along the way he found some ingredients, and passed them along to other people quietly. 'Don't talk to me, don't talk to me,' Cameron willed. He could deal with it so long as they didn't open their traps. He kept quiet, not wanting to give anyone any reason to talk to him as he looked around until he finally found some frosting.
Eureka! He'd had a success! This had be his most pleasant kitchen experience ever, disregarding all of the other people. He held it up, and brought it over to Gilbert. He helped, that meant he got cake right? It was a simple notion, and there's be hell to pay if he didn't get that cake. He was already on the edge and ready to jump after his trip to Virgo, and now he was just looking for a reason to toss someone else over instead.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 11:53 am
"Yes!" Grant said eagerly, when asked if she had his name right. He spoke with absolute honesty, without a hint of irony or mocking in his tone. When he said something, he meant it innocently and usually with no small dose of sweetness. "You have good ears. Felicia is a lovely name!"
He smiled brightly and moved to get himself something to work with. Of course, he had never baked a single thing in his whole life. He had never even used an easy bake oven. He had no idea about altitude, and wasn't about to offer advice when he absolutely knew he would be wrong. That wasn't helpful.
But as long as he was told what to do, he wasn't fussed in the slightest.
Shaking her hand in greeting, his grip firm and eager and lacking any sort of hesitance, he smiled and nodded his head. He was glad to meet with people, and make new friends. Always new friends. Shyness wasn't exactly a problem for him.
He took a box and got to work copying what the people around him were doing, and checking the directions on the box for guidance as well.
"So," he said conversationally, mostly to Felicia, but to anyone who was listening nearby as well, "what's your favorite kind of cake?"
It was work conversation, brainless and simple, but he treated it like the most important question in the world at the moment. After all, with their answers, he would know a little more about them then before. And that was important.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 11:55 am
So far, all was going well. It looked like everyone was beating the hell out of their batter, and every box had been claimed. Gilbert took to wandering around, peeking into other peoples' bowls as he went, keeping his hand steadily whipping his own batter around. As long as everyone followed the directions it'd be fine -- at least that was the general philosophy he was operating under -- and judging by the general state of the kitchen, there had definitely been more than a few eggs put into these mixes. Eggshells everywhere. He hoped Leo didn't peek his head in and yell at them for the mess they were making.
Cooking was a process, right? They'd clean it up after the fact. His mom had always needed some kind of ordered chaos in the kitchen. Of course, his mom had also known how to cook, and he was pretty sure she'd never actually tried to make frankencake in their tiny kitchen back home. It had just been the two of them, so what would the point have been?
Coming back to his original position, he leaned over and looked at the pan that had been produced, nodding slowly at its sheer size. He guessed Leo used to do some kind of entertaining -- this thing was enormous. It would probably fit five boxes of cake in it. What had it even held in the past? Enormous space casserole?
Without pondering it further, Gilbert tipped his bowl down, spooning the batter out of it and into the pan. It rippled pleasantly, looking delicious and a lot like something he just wanted to scoop up and eat with a spoon, but there were other people present. Damn.
"Pass your bowls on over and I'll get them added." One by one, the bowls were passed to him, and the delightful mixture of cake batter coalesced into one gigantic chocolate lake in the base of a huge casserole dish.
Nice.
A quick glance at the thermometer showed that the internal heat had passed 350 degrees, and he was pleased. He opened up the oven, looked around, and then hefted the gigantic dish up, sliding it in and closing the door.
"So I guess we just... oh hey," he said, pointing. One of the glyphs of Leo had lit up, and it looked like it was slowly draining. Like a timer? ... cool. "Nevermind, looks like the smart stove has got it."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:09 pm
Clean up would occupy attention for a while -- assuming they bothered with clean up, of course. This wasn't their homes, there was no accountability, so who could blame them? In any case, Gilbert would turn his back on an oven that he didn't understand, with a glyph doing something he hadn't really expected, on a recipe that he'd done a bit more slapped together than was really intelligent, and there was only one logical outcome --
The cake burned.
It burned a lot.
The oven had continued to heat up to supernatural levels, and within five minutes, smoke was pouring out of every gap and crevice of the thing, belching black and foul to fill the kitchen with a murky haze. The edges of things were already starting to get blurred, smoke compounding smoke and making it a little hard to breathe. Harder still to see where, exactly, the door was. Why was it so thick from just one cake?
Curls of it would escape out into the outpost, carrying with it the smell of burnt sugar.
The cake was definitely ruined.
((If you still want to come in here [you crazy people] feel free to approach the source of the smoke [nothing could possibly go wrong!] If you're already in the kitchen, try not to run over each other in a panic while you search for the door! Where did it go, anyway?!))
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:18 pm
The thumb she brushed along her cheek to clean away the splattered batter really only helped in smearing it further, and she frowned down at the dark stain before shrugging and giving it a lick. Mmm, delicious. The rest of the chocolate was sucked clean a moment later, then directly followed by a soft blush along freckled cheeks as she glanced up to see Grant still looking her way.
"Favorite?" The blush was fading as she grinned at him, resuming her mixing of the contents of her bowl. "Is there such a thing when it comes to cake? Though I guess if I had to pick," she paused, clearly thinking through all the many possibilities. "German chocolate fudge, with cherry filling." It was so decedent, so rich. Cake was cake really, but some were just better.
Mindlessly she handed her bowl over to Gilbert as he requested them, then watched on as he set about emptying each one into the giant dish for cooking. It didn't matter that each of the boxes was a different type of chocolate, the batter looked amazing, thus the cake would too. Logic, Felicia had it.
While it was cooking the high school had actually set about tidying up. Why you might have asked? Because Felicia was just a little ocd. As a neat freak she couldn't quote stand to see all the egg shells and dirty spoons just sitting around. It was going pretty well too, until she caught the scent of something unpleasant. Burning?
"Hey Gil?" Glancing up from sink she'd been dropping dirty dishes into the girl let out a startled little squeak as she noticed the curls of dark smoke coming from the oven. "Gilbert!" Not just little plumes of smoke either, dark, billowing drifts. More and more of it rolling up and along the ceiling , building in thickness until it was actually hard to see and stung throat when you tried to breath. "s**t!"
Coughing, the girl made a dash towards where she'd last seen the cop, and bumping into Grant, grabbed him to to pull him around. Of all the people gathered, it was Gil Felicia trusted to make things better. Safety hadn't quite entered her mind yet, not yet realizing there was any danger here from a burnt frankencake. How naive.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:24 pm
His bowl was passed over when requested, through predictably enough, some batter was missing - hopefully in a sneaky enough manner that no one would have noticed Joshua at work.
Kekeke.
Things turned a little sour quicky enough. "Gilbert ! s**t !" Smoke. Lots of it, and Josh's instinctive reaction was to go to the windows and open them, help the smoke clear. "Someone turn that thing off !"
"We need to get out of here while it clears !" Really, the smoke was so thick that his throat felt raw already.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:00 pm
What kind of cakes were they making, exactly? Certainly not his favorite kind, though he was the kind of guy who liked any kind of cake depending on what someone was offering to him. Super hot, smoke spewing cake? He wasn't sure he had ever had this kind before and that told him, though he hated to doubt the skills of his fellow assembled bakers, something might have gone wrong.
Perish the thought.
He covered his nose with his sleeve, coughing as the smoke quickly filled the room. Were they baking pure fire? What was burning so badly that they had this much of a blow back of smoke to contend with? He was fairly sure this was not supposed to be a barbecue.
Or that they were trying to smoke out some flavor in their pastry.
Feeling someone yanking on his arm, he moved with it obediently and followed Felicia as she moved to find Gilbert. He heard someone, Joshua, calling that they needed to get out, and that certainly made sense, though he couldn't quite see them for the smoke.
"Open a window or find the door! Please! If anyone is closer to one than I am, I mean, I'll do it if it's nearer. I just... can't see anything. I'm sorry!" He didn't like shouting orders, and set about trying to find the door himself, though he didn't wander too far from Felicia in his efforts because he didn't want to leave her and lose sight of her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 5:00 pm
Bela was coughing as she found her way to the floor and crawled under the smoke the best she could. Looking for a door or a way out. Stupid stoves, stupid space. She sighed another twist to a story of course though, didn't make it any less dumb.
She was pretty well blind even on the floor as smoke seemed to fill the room. As she crawled one hand was on the cabinets the other helped her move along looking for a way out. If they could get the doors open... but what about the rest of the castle? If she opened the wrong door it'd get to everywhere else too.
She sighed of course that'd be one of those chances she'd have to take. If she could get to a door and open it maybe the others would have a chance to get out too??
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 5:22 pm
Ricky had arrived to the Leo Outpost's kitchens a little late - he had been working at the Virgo Outpost - but once he had heard the buzz that there was cake being made he dropped everything in an instant and demanded a safe transport to Leo. Unfortunately, there was nothing but disappointment upon his arrival as the kitchens were filled with black smoke. Was there a fire? Were the people dying inside? More importantly, was the cake okay?
Never one to think ahead, Ricky charged forward into the black smoke, hoping to find and rescue the cake!
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:04 pm
Opening a window seemed like a really good idea, in the heat of the moment. It made sense that opening a window would send the smoke spilling out into the fresh air, would give them some room to breathe, would vent the room. Logic dictated it as the best course of action.
However, as they were currently in outer space surrounded by magical girls [and boys] and knights in crazy-a** outfits wielding bizarre weapons, perhaps logic wasn't the best choice. Joshua cracked the window, and yes, for a moment smoke oozed out into the surrounding: but a moment later, it poured back in, thicker and angrier than it had been to begin with.
At his crystal, eyebrows furrowed into a line, Ilmenite quietly cursed at his ever-problematic youma. Smokey was supposed to be investigating the Surrounding, getting a better feel for what the hell was going on up there. The smell of burning cake, however, had dragged him off course, and wrenched the controls out of the Captain's hands. The migraine was already starting behind Ilmenite's eyes, but not much he could do about that.
Not with Smokey oozing his way into the room to investigate that tantalizing smell, the youma slamming the window closed behind him. The smoke thickened and darkened further, hanging heavily near the ceiling and less concentrated, looser around their ankles. In this regard, it was natural. In every other, it was as unnatural as it came.
Shapes started to form, faces in the smoke, wispy creatures that the civilians could barely make out. They were blurry, but distinctively evil. Some of them skull-faced, some of them like the spider several had come into contact with previously. They buffeted up against people, feeling solid enough to knock them sideways.
While Ilmenite cursed at him, the youma was playing with new civilian toys in the heart of smoke heavy enough to make it hard to breath. They had to decide if they were going to try to fight, or try to hide.
((SO DECIDE! You have two routes:
1 - Fight back against the smoky creatures to drive them back!
In this case, roll 2d6. The first die is damage given to the youma. The second die is damage taken from smoke inhalation.
2 - Defend yourself, try to get out of the worst of the smoke, or look for another solution!
In this case, roll 1d6. If you roll a 1 or a 2, take that much damage from smoke inhalation. Anything else, take no damage.
As civilians, you only have 10HP, after which point you will drop unconscious, so be ware!))
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Silent Spy rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 6:06 pm
The smoke had grown thick, and Ricky instantly regretted his decision to put his quest for cake above all else. The smoke shifted into haunting shapes, but once the shape of a skull started to float towards him, he did the only thing he thought he could do: attack it. He slammed the thing with his fist as he shouted.
"DAD BURN IT!" he started in his rant. "WHO THE ******** BURNED THE CAKE?"
Unfortunately, all of his screaming led him to inhale a vast amount of smoke, leading to him coughing excessively, half of his body feeling drained of air.
Ricky deals 3 Damage.
Ricky's HP: 10 - 5 = 5
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