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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 7:28 am
Who: Serena & Chef Hatchet Where: Kitchen When: Beginning of Lunch, Day 8  Serena had been scared when she first stepped foot in the kitchen to complete her duties. For the first time, she was honestly scared. However, she didn't see Chef anywhere but did see the mess she was left to clean. So she did as she was told to do a week ago, and after completing her task she thought for a moment. There was no way she would leave and risk missing her chance to ask Chef what she needed to know.
She got to work with the first part of the plot that she knew might work. Serena was quick to bake up some brownies (She would have to thank the person who fixed that oven). Well not some. Almost four batches of brownies. Also, Serena melted down some chocolate making a smooth, creamy fudge. As it cooled, she tried to pipe it on with a plastic sandwich bag that she cut the corner off of. By the time she was at this point, it had already gotten close to lunch time. She had her back facing the door. However, she was shaking too bad to do what she wanted, making her growl in frustration at herself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:49 pm
It was nearing lunch time... but where the hell was Chef? Not caring for campers, obviously. Instead, the large Audio was outside and walking towards the kitchen, complete with -- s**t, there was a spring in his step! Any interns within the area quickly withdrew to their intern-made bunkers, huddling down and waiting for the storm to pass.
Chef entered his kitchen, giving an approving nod to Serena's back before... hey, what was that? He sniffed, then went towards the ovens. "More brownies?" He asked, looking over her shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:55 pm
Serena turned around to look up at Chef and it was at that moment, she shrank a little in her seat before speaking with a timid voice, "Master Chief, I.. I..." She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes before saying quickly to get it out, "Master Chief, I have gone and done my best to mess up the pipes with the left over gunk from the brownie mix. I know it isn't the same as what you had before, but I thought it was a start." If Chef looked closely at the last brownie it was a poorly written word, "Sorry" all shaky but she was already smearing it with frustration with a knife. "May I speak to you Master Chief? ...about... yesterday?" He may not have even wanted to hear from her. Her ears were folded back and if she could have been slowly absorbing into the floor.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:14 pm
Chef stared, then slowly ambled over to the sink and peered in. Hmm... yep! Smelled like brownies. He was a bit sorry, though. Serena made pretty killer brownies, and to have the batter go down... well. At least it'd make the next batch of soup he'd make in said sink taste a little bit more chocolately.
Hmm, now there was an idea...
"Speak, soldier," he grumped, leaning against the sink and crossing his arms. Ooh, was that brownie for him? He was looking forward to it, but at the same time he dreaded it. What if the camper slipped something in it? Feeding it to an intern would solve it, but if there wasn't... man.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:20 pm
"Master Chief..." Tears welded up in her eyes. "I ask for your forgiveness for my behavior at the last challenge. I've been baking without permission for Mr. McLean as a way to try and apologize to him... because..." A tear slipped down her cheek and she actually trembled, causing her to look down. "I never meant for challenges to ever upset anyone to that level. But I feel like this is not enough to show him how sorry I am.." She looked up at him, blue eyes showing her broken spirit. "Can you please help me Master Chief to make things right? I won't even return to my cabin because I'm so ashamed without apologizing." It was true. If he looked at that sorrowful face, it was covered with dirt and dried fur from obvious crying before. "Please? I don't know what more I can do. I can't even write my apology out on the brownies." To be honest she had no idea how she could approach him. She was already shaking just talking to Chef. She really was a good hearted audio.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:53 pm
Chef watched and listened, and then... well, he shrugged. "Ah pers'nally thought he deserved it at first," he admitted, "'sept when yew lot held 'im down and began the public spectacle. It's not me yew should be talkin' to. If it helps," he began, drumming his fingers on the sink, quickly thinking.
"Well, ah reckon that Chris-man is almost at the main campground nao, comin' in from the forest if yew wanted to meet him."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:59 pm
Oh that just made her shake even worse. And now tears were free-falling down her face. She felt so helpless making her stare at the floor. "Master Chief would he even listen to me? After what I did, would he even accept these brownies?" It was obvious she was well aware of how bad she was. "I..." she choked back a sob. "I don't even want to face him. But I always own up to my mistakes.." She looked up at Chef. "Have you ever upset him and tried to make it up with baked goods? Is there anything more I can do to show how sorry I am?" This was one scared girl.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:03 pm
Chef could only shrug in response. "Yew won't know 'til yew go out there an face it, soldier!" He barked, standing... well, at least attempting to stand taller than he already was. "Different people've got different ways for fighting." Why yes, he did make up with Chris by giving him cookies for his 'brekkie,' but Chef knew what was his favorite. But... man, she had brownies. Chef had a feeling that Chris would forget his brekkie quickly after seeing those.
"What're yew so scared of? 'e ate'em last time! Jus' don't spill any on 'is outfit. Ah dun think the producers'll let 'im change into a clean one."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:07 pm
Hearing his words, Serena looked up at him and stood up straight. She stopped trembling and crying but she still looked upset enough. Serena looked at the ground. "If.. if you really think it will be okay... despite how bad I was..." She then held out a plate of brownies covered in melted fudge. "Will you at least accept these from me, Master Chief as a way to thank you for letting me talk to you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:17 pm
JACKPOT! Chef felt the urge to swipe more then one, but held himself back. "Hmph. Ah will, if it'll get yew outta mah kitchen," he growled, but there was a wag to his tail... He reached out and plucked the brownie in question, and ate it. Yum!
"Anythin' else? Ah've got some... cooking ta do." Involving his squirt gun, water, and the leftover perfume bomb heehehee!
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:22 pm
"No Master Chief." She smiled at him, rubbing her face clean of the tears. "I'll be back after giving these to Chris." She took up the HUGE place she was using to carry three of the four batches of these brownies, leaving one batch of brownies for Chef. "Thank you again, Master Chief." And out the door she went. She at least had courage to face her fears now.((Last post for me XD! Thankies for rping with Me <3))
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:35 pm
Chef nodded, waiting until the camper was out of both sight and hearing range before descending upon the brownies. Yum! He made sure to eat only a few before placing them into a container, then shoving said container into a high cabinet out of the reach of campers and interns. With that accomplished... heehee!
He went to the closet and did the locks he kept on his high-powered squirtgun, then set to work mixing up something fiendish.
(( No prob x3 ))
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