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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 6:32 pm
"But..." Shee tried to think of something to say that would explain her feelings on Estrelas and knives. "Sharp knives are pokey. And can hurt... you used the treadmill? Does it still work?" She thought it probably didn't.
Portugal was a better subject than knives. A much better subject. "I would love to see more of it. You'd be a good tour guide, Estrelas. For those people who want an authentic experience, you know? And who knows? We may have a mission in Portugal someday, and get to see it sooner than we think!"
Turning to Eponine, Shee couldn't decide who had the funnier dialogue. "Umm... maybe? But does the headcheese want to become cheese? Or does it want to stay what it is? What benefit could it possibly get from being cheese?" Had she known she would be getting into philosophical discussions about cheese (and not-cheese) today, she would have stayed in bed. "Well, it's not something that you go shouting around, I guess. And now that I think about it, I haven't ever seen you eating, Eponine. So, if we've never eaten together, it would be hard to know these sorts of things. Oh! Maybe we could have lunch together sometime?" Lunch was fun. And involved food.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 7:45 pm
"YES! SO YOU POKE LIKE THIS!" Estrelas yodeled and with a wet thump, cut the pig's head clean off. "So you- oops..." The head bounced down off of the small table and rolled near Shee and Eponine. "Ohhh, sorry, sorry, you pass that me, you do?" Estrelas asked, and beamed with Shee mentioned Portugal again. "OH YES! WE HAVE... Authic... Authinick time!" She continued smiling, even though she wasn't quite sure what the word meant. It was probably good, though. "AND IF THERE MISSION WE GO AND AH GO AND MAYBE WE SEE FARM!"
Eponine thought for a while, a contemplative look on her face. "If it feels alienated because it's surrounded by cheese, but is constantly afraid that one of the cheeses might figure out that headcheese isn't a cheese and send it to be destroyed..." she began doubtfully. "But why would it want to be headche-"
And then Shee mentioned never seeing Eponine eating. Or drinking, for that matter.
Red alert! Red alert!
Eponine choked down a scream and leapt backwards at least five feet from standing. "I eat all the time!" she protested, darting her eyes. "And er.. Lunch... Well, I have to go the bathroom BYE!" she exclaimed, shooting towards the door, only to trip on the leaking pig's head and fall backwards on her back. Red alert!
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 9:57 pm
Shrieking and covering up her face again, Shee attempted to hop away from the head that was now rolling around on the floor. "Y-you pick it up, Estrelas! I'm not touching it!"
As Estrelas began to talk about Portugal again, and Eponine was talking about... something, Shee thought that maybe someone had picked up the head and returned it to somewhere where it was out of sight. And possibly somewhere where it wasn't in danger of being stepped on.
Shee peeked through her fingers and saw Eponine fly backwards over the head. Or not.
Emitting another shriek, Shee screwed her eyes shut. "Estrelas, pick it up!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:57 pm
Estrelas seemed a bit confused by everyone's reluctance to pick up the head and decided to take it personally. "You not want help me? You not want help me?" she cried plaintively. "But we have fun! We make fun!"
The pig head might have tripped her, but Eponine felt a surge of gratitude to the poor porky cranium. Shee seemed to have forgotten about never seeing Eponine eat or drink because of the head panic.
"Eponine, you pass me pig? You pass me pig?"
"Ah..." Eponine nudged the pig's head with her foot. It looked too much like a theatre prop, and she was programmed never to touch props not assigned to her. But perhaps now a human was telling her to pass the pig? She quickly picked up the head and plopped it in front of Estrelas as if handling something icky, while in reality Eponine was just unsure about being allowed to touch a "theatre prop."
"Oh, thank you Epaninny, thank you!" Estrelas hollered, her voice filling the small room like an expanding hot air balloon. She grinned to her two friends and pointed to a few portable stoves supporting one large pot. "Oh no... You have string? You have string?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 10:34 pm
Hearing horrible sounds of what she was sure was the pig's head being moved around, Shee's voice returned to a more normal pitch. "I... I would rather not touch it, if you don't mind. We can still have fun?" The last sentence came out rather weakly.
Shee began to fear that if she stayed in the vicinity of Estrelas for too long, she'd be in perpetual danger of not ever knowing what was going on. What was the string for?
"I don't have any string, Estrelas. I'm sorry. But I didn't know you'd need it. Does it have something to do with how you're planning on cooking the pig?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 4:14 pm
With a flourish, Estrelas pulled the cover off of the pot, revealing almost-boiling water. "We still have fun!" she told the two other girls plaintively. "And yes! Ah cook pig, you see! Need big string!"
"I think it's for tying the head?" Eponine piped up, gaining a bit of her confidence back. "I mean... If she's scalding it, I guess she'd need something to pull it back up with..." Eponine dug in her pockets for a while and drew out a long piece of thread she had collected from somewhere. She showed to to Shee, shyly. "Do you think this is too thin?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 9:36 am
Shee was grateful for Eponine's presence. "Oh! Well... that makes sense!" She turned to the girl as Eponine drew some thread out of her pockets. Shee leaned in, eyes wide to inspect the thread properly.
"I think it should be alright? I'm not sure. I don't know anything about cooking. Maybe you should ask Estrelas? Estrelas! Is this alright?"
It was good that Eponine had string with her. "Do you know anything about cooking, Eponine?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:57 pm
Eponine shuddered. Know anything about cooking? She didn't even know anything about eating! "Not what she's cooking," she replied diplomatically. "I... I was hoping you would."
"NO! NO GOOD!" Estrelas bellowed, then shrugged and threw the entire pig's head into the pot. "Maybe overcook, but who see?" she chortled, then hustled to one of the chairs and plopped down, raising a hand to pick out stuff from between her teeth.
"So Meez Shee, why you here? We no make big noise, Ah no think you find here," Estrelas said conversationally as the pig's head bubbled.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:23 pm
"Oh." Shee looked around the room aimlessly for a moment. "I don't know how to cook. But that's alright, because we have cooks here at LOTUS. And Shane. And Estrelas!" She had gotten carried away with that last part, she realized.
Shee turned to Estrelas as she asked her question. Stopping to think for a moment, she decided to not mention that Estrelas was a big noise in and of herself. "Well... I don't think anyone makes headcheese here, so it was an odd smell. And that's how I found you!" That sounded about right. She smiled waifishly at Estrelas as she continued, "Why? You don't want me here? I suppose I could always go and talk to Wraith instead. He always likes to hear what's going on around LOTUS."
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 1:07 pm
Eponine giggled into her hands. "I told her that... She says... She says... Well I can understand, because she's probably you know, used to her type of food, so it's understandable that she doesn't want to eat it..." Whoops, did she just use one word too many times? Was that normal?
Estrelas gasped in shock. "No! You stay here! We love you here, you good friend even though you no like pig! No tell Mista Sian!" the Portuguese woman cried. "You tell Mista Sian he come to me again and say 'NONONOESTRELAS YOU DO WEIRD THING STOP OR I DO SOMETHING!' And then I say 'NO WEIRD THIS NORMAL! YOU SAYING YOU NOT NORMAL?' And then I get trouble!" she exclaimed, hopping from one foot to the other. "Mista Sian nice man," she said placatingly, "but he not understand pig! Or chicken!"
Eponine sympathized with Shee though. "Now, now, Estrelas... Why don't we just wrap up this headcheese and... You know... Put it somewhere?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:29 pm
Shee shrank back slightly from the noise produced by Estrelas's outburst. "I... I was just kidding, Estrelas. Like a joke. Wraith's too busy these days to worry about little things like this." A note of disappointment crept into her voice. It was nice having other people around, but with other people came a lot more work... most of it for Wraith. She'd seen precious little of her brother lately, and knew it was a direct result of the growth of LOTUS. She knew she should have been happy about it; they had started LOTUS for a purpose, after all, but she couldn't help it. It brought her back to the first day she remembered.
Having found support with Eponine, Shee nodded eagerly. "Maybe... you could do something with it later. Is now really the right time for headcheese?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:33 pm
Estrelas stared at her for a while. "What you think of?" she demanded. "You thinking right now? What you think of?" Estrelas was as blunt as a suicidal dolphin's snout, but sometimes she could actually pick stuff up. "It about pig? Or about cheese? Or about Mista Sian?" she asked accusingly, stirring the ladle in the headcheese pot. "And of course it time for headcheese! It never not time!"
Eponine shifted into the background. What was she talking about? Were normal people as confused as her?
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:08 am
Shee stared back at Estrelas, her eyes betraying incredulity. How did she... Shee thought, for the first time, that Estrelas noticed much more than anyone thought she did.
"Umm..." She supposed it didn't matter if she did tell them what she was thinking about. "It's that... I haven't seen, I mean really seen Wraith for a while. He's so busy, and never has time for... anything." Never had time for her, Shee thought.
"But... maybe we should talk about something else? Or... maybe try to get someone to eat the headcheese?" Her voice lowered, she spoke almost to herself. "Who would eat it?" She thought perhaps some of the newer recruits might, not having been exposed to Estrelas, if they didn't tell them what it was.
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