"Is it done yet?" Roch asked as soon as she put it in the oven. "Is it done yet? Come on, it's got t'be done already!"
She glared at him, reaching for the oven door to show him how raw the cookie dough was--and was challenged by random gnomes to a dance competition--which she happily accepted...
And the spookie burnt as Roch watched the oven. Ah, the sorrow.
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3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 6:41 pm
Makoto appeared, as per usual, with a slight bang.
Trotting into the baking station like a dog attracted to the smell of food and chaos, the inugami's lips curled back into a devious grin. It was probably a very bad thing that he was here, considering that canines had never been known for their help in the kitchen, and he'd grown up so pampered that he probably didn't know how to use a fork properly without stabbing himself in the eye.
Of course, that was why he'd brought help.
TK wasn't the easiest person to track down when he wasn't stuck in Makoto's room being chewed on. Therefore, the inugami had tasked himself with hunting the skeleton down personally, unceremoniously lunging at him from out the darkness, and wrestling him to the baking station with the single-minded determination that only a lunatic had. "I've never tried baking things before." He commented, resting his chin on the boys head - unfortunately for the gashadokuro, bridal style was the only way Makoto seemed to carry anyone when he wasn't dragging them by their feet. "It always seemed like a peasants job. Oh - " Makoto's ears whirled and his lips curled into a lazy grin. "I suppose it is an expression of love though. Like lying. Or jumping off of rooftops." He scrutinized TK for a moment. "Would you jump off a rooftop for me?"
He didn't wait for an answer before dropping TK unceremoniously to examine the ingredients.
What the hell were they supposed to do with this?
( 3 - 4: It could be better, its a little lumpy but better than nothing. +2 cooking points )
AJ was in his room, using one hand to support his head with a bored look. Nothing exciting happened after the horsemen secret meeting. He was in a bad mood for nearly a week. All the feelings. He sighed and leaned his back on the chair, with his head looking towards the monotone ceiling. So boring.....
The amphisbaena boil decided to have a walk, the weather seemed to be nice. He bounced up from the chair and opened the door. Em? Announcement from the Ickycom. AJ didn't know what "DETH" was, but when he heard of an exhibition, he was a bit interested. Meanwhile, when the second head heard of the word "Free gifts", it decided to drag AJ there.
So what's about this exhibition? The background music was kinda nice, but why there were ovens, colorful papers and tones of red ribbons? The amphisbaena boil was puzzled. Several professors were in the auditorium too, at least he could recognize Red and Arel. He wasn't sure why a tiny contract minipet-like figure would know telepathy, but from what it said, he finally understood it was another workshop. Idea was to experience a Human World event called Christmas, learned the art of gifting and Joy.
Following the mass, he washed his hands and moved to Station One. A sweet scent was encompassed the station. It smelt familiar? "GINGER!" The head yelled. Professor QB suggested that it was "baking gingerbread cookies". Cookies? The boil couldn't tell the difference between a cookies and a spookies. Probably the ingredients were different. Anyway, time to test out! The boil stared at the cups of ingredients with weird colors. Well, he put all of them into a bowl without thinking and started to mix them vigorously. It wasn't a difficult job at all. AJ checked the mixture, it wasn't as smooth as the sample, but the little brown paste still looked fine.
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3 - 4: It could be better, its a little lumpy but better than nothing. +2 cooking points
"Maybe." Tomoko didn't seem to mind her..slightly...special...spookie. Even if it was entirely special. But maybe it would look better after she'd baked it, sighing contently as she looked into one of the ovens curiously and putting the leg-and-armless spookie into the oven, setting the timer a few minutes longer.
The spookies she made back home always came out a little undercooked so......
She was going to end up regretting that when it came out a little on the crispy side, though
Wandering over to the wrapping station, Millie got rather excited as she found this not unlike her First Aid Class.
And just like in the class, Millie used a little too much tape and a little too much ribbon, but it otherwise looked okay.
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 6:55 pm
Using a roll to try to flatten the mixture, he was then given a human-shaped cookie cuter? What's the use of it? Is that a weapon? AJ had no idea how to do with the cutter. Failure.
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Even: Half a cookie really should not count. Are you even trying? +0 cooking points
Hell he was trying to get his cookies -in- the oven before he was bombarded by some rather unique creatures who threatened him to a dance off, attention being stolen momentarily from his merry little crew of spooky makers. No one just idly called Jack in to a dance off and walked away without being sore losers.
After a few minutes of comraderie and a display of the most beautiful dance skills they would ever see, Jack found his way back to his little group, a little winded, he came back to see that his cookies. . . were mysteriously not that bad.
Well he just picked a completely random time after fighting with the stupid over. Ugh, it was seriously too hot here. Fanning himself quickly with his hand, he wandered away from the oven for a while.
He actually ended up just sitting, watching Jack dance and wandered back a while after the cat did.
His cookies actually smelled like they were doing alright. "How am I not messing this up?"
With a not-so-human-shaped cookie, he put it into the oven. "How long we have to wait, bro?" He asked his brother who was certainly good at food related things. "15 minutes!" Obviously, the head was so excited with the cookies.
15 minutes was actually quite a long time, especially for some impatient subjects. AJ leaned lazily onto the wall next to the oven and waiting for it to be done. This experience was rather funny except the gnomes. The amphisbaena eyed at the killer gnomes who appeared from nowhere and yelled at him for a challenge.
Dance? Are you sure?
AJ raised his eyebrows towards the gnomes, dancing challenge was totally accepted. One of the gnome came out of the group as both of them moved to an open space somewhere. With a finger clicking, music were raised and the race started. It was some sort of pop music. They were dancing separately at first while the gnome suddenly made a spin kick at him. The attempt was vain as the amphisbaena made a nice step backwards with the melody. More than that, he then bounced forward and gave the poor gnome a strong nudge on face with his elbow. Wow, it was a forceful one. The gnome fainted onto the ground straight away. Well, he was only self-depending. The neat dancing won over the acknowledgement of the gnomes. They gave him a big appaluse and pulling the swooning gnome by his foot, leaving a vague trail on the shinny floor. Oh jacking! His cookies!
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If your roll is more than 7 off: An army of killer gnomes suddenly challenges you to a dance off. After much struggling, fighting, and finally, a touching and warm story about camaraderie and friendship, you finally manage to ward the killer gnomes off and return back to baking. +0 cooking points
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Mixing: 2 Cutting: 0 Baking: 0
Total: 2
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3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:05 pm
Makoto have appeared with a bang, but TK? Well, TK appeared rather modestly. His lips were tightly pressed together while his face was woven into a blank expression and the skeleton was carried bridal-style into the school auditorium. Somewhere along the way, either his dignity had died a slow, painful death or he had simply given up and thrown his arms around the inugami’s neck while he allowed himself to be transported to the exhibition. Hey, at least TK didn’t have to be doing most of the work at this particular point; though he knew the dog would be making him do work eventually.
The kitchen was not his element nor was it his weakness. “You should try it sometime,” he answered, his eyes narrowing when he felt Makoto’s chin on his head. “Someone like yourself should be able to do anything, should you not?” It was difficult to tell if TK was being snide or not. The skeleton rolled his eyes at the mention of love. “Like you are an expert in expressing lo—“ He stopped suddenly as the canine dropped him to the floor and he gave the demon a narrow-eyed look before sighing and standing back up. “That, unfortunately, is not something I can answer at the moment,” TK replied smoothly before he gathered the required ingredients. He said aside the materials for Makoto first before he took some for his own.
He eyed the batter as he mixed. Cooking was not his talent—that was something reserved for his mother and sisters, but at least he was not a complete stranger to the art of baking.
A weak smile was given at the announcement, though slightly timid. The last time they'd done anything involving Christmas, some rather messy business went down. Gene picked herself up from the floor and the paper she'd been using to sketch out possible cafe outfits that just caused her to crinkle her nose. She could wear great fashion - she wasn't that great at making it.
A general sense of curiosity led her to the auditorium, where she would find that they were indeed doing Human Christmas things.
When she caught sight of the spookie station, her face lit up a little. Maybe she would be better at baking this time around! With a small smile the ghoul made her way to the station.
And completely failed at mixing.
"Well..."
(Mixing: 0)
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:20 pm
Makoto sighed in response to most of TK's words, waving a silk sleeve back and forth with mild bemusement. "I can do anything, should I choose to pursue it." He responded with an air of superiority, though his tone was so light it seemed nearly joking. "But why put effort into something if I can simply get someone else to do it instead? Or better yet, why put effort into something if I have better things to do?" He smiled serenely at the gashadokuro. "I am a man of talent, I just don't feel the need to share it with the world. Sloth is my sin." He poked a finger at the mass of ingredients they'd mixed together with a slightly scrutinizing stare.
The next part was cutting them, which might have been easier if Makoto had actually paid attention to what he was doing with his hands. He wasn't though. Instead he was staring at TK as he worked, and thus mincing half of the cookie into an indecipherable shape. "That is a terrible thing to say to me." He retorted dryly. "You should be professing your undying, sacrificial love at my feet instead. Shame on you."
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The undead student appeared unimpressed. “And yet you do not.” TK continued to frown as he kept mixing the batter. He nodded his head idly to note that he was reluctantly listening to Makoto’s every word. He closed both eyes, but then opened one to stare at the demon canine. “You certainly have not changed since I left, though I admit it was not for long.” Upon finishing, he set down the bowl and eyed his work. “That is certainly a waste of talent, do you not agree?” Of course he wouldn’t agree. Makoto was a sloth, forever will be.
He reached for a cookie cutter. TK furrowed his brows while eyeing the peculiar shape. How exactly did this machine work? He tentatively pressed it against the batter with mixed results. Perhaps he would understand how to cut cookies properly, but today was not today. The recipient would have to settle with half cookies. “Should I now?” He managed to smile softly, amused. “Well, good thing that is not compulsory.”
The burnt, crumbly spookie would go to her hermano, then she would make a pretty one for her friends! Terra headed for the wrapping area, looking around before understanding what was going on.
But seriously, why would you wrap spookies?
Which showed, because she did a really pathetic job wrapping it. "Oh well, he will not care--" she said, picking it up, stealing the you tried sticker, and looking for Roch--
Who was now having a dance off with the gnomes without ever having to bake. OTL
Makoto shoved the cookie into the strange bake station monster and turned to stare at TK. "Is it?" He asked, tapping his fingers together in a methodical pattern. "I don't see any interesting outcome should I choose to use my talents. My future has been laid out already. Why bother proving I can exceed in other areas when I'm destined for - " He flourished one hand with a gesture of mocking superiority. "The family business." He smiled, his teeth sharp and white against the smooth pink flesh of his lips. "I don't like to waste time and energy on things with no consequential benefits to me, myself, and I. I don't particularly think walking into a dead end for kicks is my destiny."
The timer might or might not have gone off, but Makoto didn't really pay attention. Instead he just turned back and yanked the cookie out of the oven, dropping it unceremoniously back on the table and staring at the distorted tiny edible man. "Ah," He clicked his tongue, grinning back at the gashadokuro. "Would you rather profess your hate? I will take either one, as neither signify neutrality towards the matter of you and I."
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