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towerofanimus2013-09-08 03:18 am
floreatnoctem) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-08 03:18 am
Ooh, let them eat cake
Characters: Chidori Yoshino; Open
Setting: The Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: There are things to cook with, though they aren't exactly real. Chidori capitalizes anyway.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Kitchen]
[Early morning of the eighth, finds an unusual sight in the tower's kitchen. Chidori, having woken earlier than usual to finish her tower-appointed work before getting her own breakfast, has overtaken the kitchen.]
--some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them...
[She's singing distractedly, almost as if she doesn't realize she's doing so at all, her voice barely audible over the clattering of pans and sounds of someone preparing to do more than their share of cooking.]
Are we really living or just wal-king dead now? Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels...
[She's setting out baking trays and pans to one side, mixing bowls and utensils to the other, ingredients right in front of her. Sleeves pinned up, apron in place, she even ties her hair back with a ribbon before nodding in satisfaction and reaching for the flour.]
The way we live, the way we die- what a tragedy, I'm so te-rri-fied...
[Interrupt? Help? Up to you.
[Cafeteria]
[There are a lot of baked goods on the tables around lunchtime.
A lot.
If there's one thing Chidori appreciates about the enormous walk-in ovens, it's that she can bake a lot at one time-- and if she needs to pop in while they're on, she generally leaves feeling a little refreshed because of her persona's fire-eating abilities. That said, she may or may not have made more than she can reasonably finish off on her own throughout the day, so she's set up a hastily-made sign:
And beneath it is a (for a while at least) seemingly still-expanding array of sweets- sugar cookies, raspberry cheesecake, lemon meringue pie, chocolate cake with chocolate mousse in between the layers, angel food cake and a peach cobbler.
When she's finally finished, she barely eats any of her lunch before reaching for a slice of cheesecake to go with the mug of tea she's got at the ready.
Better get to whatever you want before someone else does.]
Setting: The Kitchen/Cafeteria
Format: Action
Summary: There are things to cook with, though they aren't exactly real. Chidori capitalizes anyway.
Warnings: Probably just language
[Kitchen]
[Early morning of the eighth, finds an unusual sight in the tower's kitchen. Chidori, having woken earlier than usual to finish her tower-appointed work before getting her own breakfast, has overtaken the kitchen.]
--some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them...
[She's singing distractedly, almost as if she doesn't realize she's doing so at all, her voice barely audible over the clattering of pans and sounds of someone preparing to do more than their share of cooking.]
Are we really living or just wal-king dead now? Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels...
[She's setting out baking trays and pans to one side, mixing bowls and utensils to the other, ingredients right in front of her. Sleeves pinned up, apron in place, she even ties her hair back with a ribbon before nodding in satisfaction and reaching for the flour.]
The way we live, the way we die- what a tragedy, I'm so te-rri-fied...
[Interrupt? Help? Up to you.
[Cafeteria]
[There are a lot of baked goods on the tables around lunchtime.
A lot.
If there's one thing Chidori appreciates about the enormous walk-in ovens, it's that she can bake a lot at one time-- and if she needs to pop in while they're on, she generally leaves feeling a little refreshed because of her persona's fire-eating abilities. That said, she may or may not have made more than she can reasonably finish off on her own throughout the day, so she's set up a hastily-made sign:
FREE FOR TOWER RESIDENTS
--Yoshino
And beneath it is a (for a while at least) seemingly still-expanding array of sweets- sugar cookies, raspberry cheesecake, lemon meringue pie, chocolate cake with chocolate mousse in between the layers, angel food cake and a peach cobbler.
When she's finally finished, she barely eats any of her lunch before reaching for a slice of cheesecake to go with the mug of tea she's got at the ready.
Better get to whatever you want before someone else does.]
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[Her expression is completely deadpan.]
Stealth is lost on a vast number of the residents, I am afraid.
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[It's helped when you can turn into a fly or whatever but still.]
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[Sad, isn't it?]
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[The various worlds around don't even have something like a thief class? What kind of lame fantasy worlds are those?]
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[It'd be funny if it wasn't simultaneously depressing.]
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[... After cake.]
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[Cake always takes priority.]
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[It's not like people here don't have weirder powers sometimes.]
It helps when you can literally be a fly on the wall.
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[A slightly curious look as she takes a sip of her tea.]
Now that's certainly interesting.
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