Step 1 (Gather ingredients - pretend those marigolds are moly) Step 2 (Prep, petals and water) Step 3 ( Add brown sugar) Step 4 (Stir moly, sugar, and water) STep 5 (Bring to boil) Step 6 - Pour mess in pan to cool Step 7 pour mess into molds to stick in freezer (Again) Step 8 admit it is really, really mostly syrup. Oopse, still edible but to much water to sugar in these cubes
We got another flower! Success! 3 cures
Another flower! And well a Burmese python safely away till they could turn him, her, them back to human again. Really, Lex would love to know where those ribbons came from. They were certain it was probably used to tie up hair. And there was so many adorable hairstyles ribbons could be used for!
But they had another chance to not waste their blossom. They had got brown sugar, water, and a small pot to boil everything in, a wooden spoon to stir it, and a small tray to cool the resulting mess. Most which has been nicked, but ehh, Lex at the moment, did not care. Their god was the god of thieves as it was.
They crushed the root, making sure the resulting liquid went into the pot, they took off of petals of the flower, adding them to the mix and then smothered it with brown sugar, and stirred it with a wooden spoon till the flower petals and liquid was mixed in. They added water and set it over the fire, slowly bringing it up to a boil, and stirred again till the sugar was liquid.
They poured the concoction carefully into the tray, letting it cool, before cutting it into little dark brown squares. Now they just needed to feed a turned the cubes or they could put it in tea or something.
If you get a 1-4, you fail. Your flower is destroyed, and you have to start over.
Despite being a Chosen of Hera, apparently well known for their cooking talents, Beth had no idea how to go about making this an edible concoction. She got the basic idea of boiling water down, but she wasn't entirely sure that was the way to go.
Maybe she needed to abandon this idea of cooking at all. Where was it written down that they needed to eat it? She took her backpack off--it was starting to cut into her shoulders--and rummaged through the contents of the bag. Surely some sort of topical cure would work!
After some thought, she pulled out the pink foot lotion and stared at it for a bit. Well, it certainly couldn't hurt to try!
Her first thought was to grind up the flower. She really needed one of those mortle and pester things, but since she was rather lacking, she decided to use her hands.
In the end, she got pollen all over her skirt, ripped up flower petals scattered on the ground, and some sort of greasy substance on her hands. It took everything in her not to cry as she went to wash her hands, sans the only flower she had found.
Following the snake incident, Zan held onto his fourth flower like it was a small, defenseless child, meaning that he kept it in his satchel rather than waving it around like a feather duster. But even with the flower kept safe, he had no idea how to proceed. Zan brought his hand up to his face to ponder this problem like a real chin-scratching detective, only to recoil so violently from the smell that clung to it that he almost tore his arm off at the shoulder. Damn, these things stunk.
He was tangentially aware that there was a market for incredibly foul-tasting foodstuffs, and although he doubted he would ever be interested, he knew there was more to what people liked than just "sweet". They enjoyed savory nasty things too. Maybe that was something to explore.
Zan shrugged, turning his attention to greenery, and by the time he returned to camp, he had an armful of those tiny wild onions that grew everywhere you least expected them. Crushing them up and mixing them with his flower made his hands stink even more, but it was a good sort of stink. One that rich people would pay thousands of dollars to eat off of crackers.
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
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If you get a 5, your attempt is successful! You get 3 cures.
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Lex decided not to follow his first successful attempt and decided to try something different. They had managed a cure, but sugar cubes seem a little bit unwieldly to feed a lot of the changed. Snake? How did you get one down that sort of throat?
He frowned, looking at the blossoms. “Maybe just stain it into a tea?” He questioned and set up the pot and the water and plucked the petals, setting them into the water to boil as he went to attempt to clean up.
He came back to a dry pot, the flowers a caked on blacken mess on the bottom, having forgot he had it on the fire. “…frick.”
Lex returned with more flowers and a clean pot to attempt to brew the cure in. Okay, third…fourth time had to be a charm! He set up and started to prepared. Except they were out of sugar… but maybe they didn’t need it? He left out the root, instead filling the pot with petals. They were the less stinky part of the plant and stirred them as he waited to boil.
He sniffed over the pot and made a face. That, that was rather gross. Ugh, did he do this wrong? He poked the pot and winced as it overbalanced and fell on the ground, spilling.
Alright, it wasn’t that he really wanted to taste that.
Lex hummed, as he set up his cooking kit. He added in the root extract, the petals, the brown sugar and poured in the water and paused as the scent that wafted up. Wait… wait. He paused, and looked closer, sniffing. Was that Vinegar?
… He looked down and lifted the water bottle… Apple vinegar. Well… this batch was totally ruined.
This time, Mal had managed to get a couple of handfuls of some kinds of herbs; something with a minty smell, something that reminded him of sesame candy, a bit of ladyslipper-- a bit of this and that, but mostly things that would overwhelm the Moly Flower's stank.
A lot of mint-- hell, most of it was spearmint, because he'd found a patch of it and he'd peeled just about every leaf off the damn plant that he could get to, and between that and the sugar in the pot, he thought it was pretty good. He ended up with a couple of vials of the stuff; it had a sweet minty smell with a kind of earthy undertone that he figured was the ladyslipper. Either way, it didn't stink. He figured it'd work.
Zan was sure he was on to something with this savory cure idea, and what could be more savory than... dirt?
No. As it turned out, dirt was a horrible idea, one that he would never speak of again.
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
Quote:
If you get a 1-4, you fail. Your flower is destroyed, and you have to start over.
Following his dirt experiment, Zan decided to get as far away from camp and his failure as he could. He wandered back into town and returned to the corner store where he'd purchased his Snickers bar, emerging with a pint of orange juice this time.
A worthy addition to the litany of cocktails he rarely enjoyed, Zan was sure that OJ would prove to be an excellent base for a couple of cures. As it turned out, it reacted horribly to the flower, turning a sickly brown and curdling up, its smell even stronger than the moly alone. No one would be drinking that unless they were looking to purge.
Zan hurried into the forest with this latest concoction, quickly burying it in a shallow hole before heading deeper in to search for more flowers.
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
Quote:
If you get a 1-4, you fail. Your flower is destroyed, and you have to start over.
Mathilda signed as she entered the shop. It had been a long trip, but she had finally managed to get a hold of a couple of moly flowers needed to make the cures. Walking into the shop, she scrunched up her nose.
"Well, isn't this a lovely place to work." She mumbled. Being both an assassin and baker bu nature, messy places and dirty objects made her feel uncomfortable. Shaking out her wrists, she set to work cleaning up a work space and washing the tools she would need.
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Mathilda huffed as she laid the last spoon down. She had been at this cleaning spree for well over an hour, and she was no ready to get down to business. While she had been cleaning, she had managed to grab all the utensils she needed. Rotating her neck, she moved back to the sink to wash her hands.
"-her success. Oh this is from. This is from. This is from Matilda." She sang under her breath as she moved about the room, grabbing ingredients here and there.
'I wonder what Vater would think about this recipe in the family cookbook. He'd probably think it was a joke.' Laughing to herself, she separate the liquids into tiny ceramic bowls, and then broke the flower into tiny bits, sprinkling them into the bowls. Removing a stirring rod from the jar of spoons she had found, she gently mixed each one until the moly bits were well saturated.
Setting a pot on the stove to boil, she moved around the shop, still singing, and found a nice bag of loose tea leaves. Searching for a tea bag, she dumped the leaves in and set it in a mug next to the stove.
It took a while for the water to boil, but after Mathilda had poured herself a cup, she removed the pot from the heat and set it aside, let the water cool for a bit. Pursing her lips, she picked up the mini bowls, two at a time, and put them all in the boiling water, mixing it together until it looked well blended. Letting it cool for another minute or so, she put the pot back on and, after thinking about it for a moment, tossed some tea leaves in the mixture.
'Got to have some flavor. Who knows what the flower tastes like.' Sipping her tea, she waited for the water to boil again. Once it began to boil, she moved about the room, locating a few empty vials. Going back to the stove, she removed the pot once it reached a rolling boil and set it to the side.
Taking her tea with her, she went to move about the shop. It would take a while for the water to cool and the leaves to set. She might as well poke around.
He was searching for more flowers when he found it, a well-maintained beekeeper's enclosure teeming with... well... bees. He wasn't quite sure what it was doing here or why he hadn't come across it before, but it had the potential to be just what he needed if he could figure out a way to get at the honey without getting stung enough times to have a heart attack. Could that even happen? Zan wasn't sure, but he didn't want to find out.
He didn't have any gloves or a smoker or anything useful, but in the end it didn't matter. Once he got close enough to notice, he found a single jar of golden honey on the ground near the manmade hive, filled with just enough for five cures, if the size of the one he had fed Griffin was any indication. All he had to do was soak one of his flowers in there for a while and then he could divvy it up. And he didn't even have to get stung.
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
Quote:
If you get a 6, your attempt is very successful! you get 5 cures.
Sylvia was a terrible cook. She knew it. Her friends and family knew it. The only people who didn’t know yet were her companions at the Prytaneum. Still, she wanted to at least try her hand at making the moly flower she’d found edible. If it could help people, she wanted to at least give it a shot.
She wasn’t exactly sure where to start, but she knew that tea might be a good bet. And if she remembered right from her useless viewing of the Food Network, if you added sugar to boiling water with spices and such, you could make a syrup of some kind, couldn’t you? Well, it was worth a shot.
She began boiling a pot of water, dropping the moly in once it looked like it was gaining some heat. She poked at it a few times with a spoon, trying to see if it would wilt and fall beneath the surface. After she let it sit for a while, she added a decent helping of sugar and stirred it in.
Unfortunately, she was terrible at maintaining the heat of the pan – it became too intense a few times, and every time she turned it down it lost too much of its heat. She may have also put too much sugar in, as it seemed that some of it wasn’t even dissolving properly for some reason, and some was clinging to the wilted petals of the flower she’d put in. After what felt like enough time, she turned the burner off and waited for the concoction to cool before giving it a try.
Dipping a spoon in, she scooped up some of the liquid and brought it to her lips, and – YICK. Oh dear gods that was awful. Double-checking the container of sugar, she realized her terrible mistake – she’d used salt. It was a terrible, terrible pairing and she disposed of the mess before anyone could find out about it…
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Character Name:Sylvia Owens Brief description of character: Sweet, optimistic, always trying to be helpful – even if it means bluntly telling you how stupid you’re being. Remains tentative about her new life as a Chosen, having never been a fighter…
Deity: Aphrodite Weapon: Tower Shield [heavy defensive ; -15 init, base 10 dmg, -1 hit] HP: 56HP Items: Piece of Map; Fine Wine (1) Minicert: [none yet]
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