http://spiritsup.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spiritsup.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-08-31 12:07 pm
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Kitchen disastors! [Open]

Characters: Romeo and cake lovers?
Setting: Kitchens mid morning
Format: your choice!
Summary: Romeo wants to do something nice for his new friends, he has decided to make a cake. MESS HAPPENS
Warnings: potentially exploding cake!
Romeo entered the kitchen and put the book he had found in the library down on the counter. He had been thinking of doing something for his friends here and since everyone liked tasty food he had decided to make something. So he had found a cook book and a recipie for cake.

However Romeo had never baked before, back at home there really hadn't been much food at all and in Milano he had been banned from the kitchen in case he stole food. Apparantly chimney sweeps worked better when they were hungry. He found a big bowl and looked at the recipie. 2 oz Butter Romeo blinked he didn't know what a oz was. He opened the fridge and saw some blocks of butter. Two of them then.

2 oz Sugar Romeo nodded, this didn't look too hard, he grabbed two bags of sugar and added them to the butter. He looked back at the book. Cream the butter and sugar he sighed, so many ingredients!

He grabbed a tub of cream and added that. Two eggs; beaten. Romeo frowned, he hoped eggs didn't feel pain. "Sorry," he murmered to him before he punched each egg smashing them on the counter. He scooped the goo up, shell and all and added them to the mis and stired a bit. Mixture went everywhere but he kept it in the bowl as best as possible. 4 oz self raising flour. That was a lot of flour. He grabbed four small bags of flour and added them to the bowl. It said to fold so he stuck his hands in and tried to fold the ingredients around each other. He emptied it into the pan and quickly put it in the oven, sliding it into the oven by the floor because he didn't want to enter the cooker.

He cleaned up as best he could and when it had been the right amount of time he wrapped his hands in cloth and took the tray out. It looked burned and wobbly and when he placed it on the top the thin shell that had formed broke open. Hot cake mix went everywhere, spilling onto Romeo's shirt and down the bench.

For a moment Romeo just stood there eyes wide wondering what had gone wrong.

[identity profile] salamancer.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Take your shirt off or you'll burn yourself further." Rose ordered, briskly walking over to grab his hand. "We need to run cool water on your wound so it doesn't badly blister."
Adult mode a-go.

[identity profile] salamancer.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She pulls him along to the sink and turns on the faucet, letting the water run icey cold before taking a nearby cloth, wetting it, and pressing it against his wounds. "The mess can be dealt with easily. We need to make sure you aren't too badly injured, first of all. What in the world were you attempting to make in the first place, though?" She's still dabbing at his burns, mouth set in a line. She'd make sure to take him to the infirmary and get some ointment and wraps on it.

[identity profile] salamancer.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not. Merely rather self sufficient."

She continued to dab until she felt it had been a good amount of time, and set the cloth down. "It would be a good idea to put a burn creme on your injuries. Otherwise, it could worsen and would quite likely be rather uncomfortable under your clothing." Her eyes dart over to the mess, and she quirks a brow slightly. "That looks like a large amount of batter for a simple cake."

[identity profile] salamancer.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well obviously you did something quite wrong."

She's going to guide him towards the nurse, now, to find some ointment to put on him and perhaps some bandages. "If you haven't cooked before, why would you start by baking a cake?"

[identity profile] polishrule.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Poland hadn't been wanting to make any food, but well, he was officially sick of the cafeteria stuff and he made his way to the kitchen.

And saw the mess.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?!"

[identity profile] polishrule.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir? Poland blinked at that. He'd been called a lot of things, even miss, but he had hardly ever been called sir. But this was a young boy and because of that, Poland couldn't really be too shy.

"W-what'd you do wrong...?" Although he wasn't as shy as he would be around someone older, he couldn't help the stutter that came out.

[identity profile] polishrule.livejournal.com 2011-08-31 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Poland frowns. "Dude, just call me Poland and like..." He sighs, trying to gather his courage. It was a kid, no reason to be so shy. He manages to seem less nervous, but too cold. Bad first impression. "It exploded and stuff?"

so does Poland...but he's just an idiot.

[identity profile] polishrule.livejournal.com 2011-09-02 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just Poland!" It just wasn't right to be called mister. Not to Poland anyway. But as he looked around at the room, he kind of smiled. "It's kind of cool it exploded, though..." It was a mess that had to be cleaned up, but Poland didn't do cleaning.

Poland had been about to answer his question before he heard the rest. "Oh my gosh, rude! I am not apart of Russia and I totally am a country." That time he sounded a little angry, but Russia and not being a country was a little bit of a tough spot for him.

[identity profile] polishrule.livejournal.com 2011-09-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Poland saw that he scared him and frowned a little. He didn't like kids or people claiming he wasn't a country, but he didn't want to scare the poor boy. He wasn't intentionally mean.

"C-calm down! Just um, your doctor's wrong. I've been a country for almost one hundred years now, so..."

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S-So cute ;AAAA;

[identity profile] champagnedelis.livejournal.com 2011-09-01 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Francisca had only meant to find herself something warm to drink, and perhaps to nibble, when she walked in to the sight of cake-making chaos. With a soft curse she grabbed a cleaning cloth and rushed over to the boy, quickly lifting the shirt from his body to try to stop the mix from burning him.

"Mon dieu, how on Earth-?" She shook her head and scraped off the hot mix onto the cloth before tugging the shirt off of Romano, voice gentle as she asked, "Did any of it get on you cher? Here, let's get this off you to check."

(pfff, only just realized my romano/romeo mistake, so very sorry, was delirious last night; )

[identity profile] champagnedelis.livejournal.com 2011-09-02 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
She clucked her tongue when she saw the marks, relaxing a bit when she saw they weren't as bad as they could have been. "You are very lucky," she sighed, turning to soak a drying cloth in cold water before wringing it out and pressing it to the boy's reddened skin. "What were you trying to make that would explode so... dramatically?" she asked, systematically moving the cloth over his stomach.

[identity profile] champagnedelis.livejournal.com 2011-09-02 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Francisca paused and looked around at the mess of the... 'cake'. "...... I see..... You've never cooked before have you?" A smile tweaked her lips and she lifted the cloth from his skin to check its' condition. A bit pink and raw, but it would be better in an hour or so.

[identity profile] champagnedelis.livejournal.com 2011-09-03 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"It isn't that difficult... would you like me to teach you?" she asked, smiling as she put the cloth in the sink. He was such a polite young boy, and she did have soft spot for children.

And after America, every child was an angel.