[Day 3, Morning]

[twelvemods]

[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))

Comments

[beeductionist]

[ ... well he can handle that at least. cracking eggs with practised ease. ]

Even if there weren't, instant food is ubiquitous in the twenty-first century.

[soul_sister]

[The cuts she makes are thick, handy with the cleaver she'd picked up.]

Instant? Like... press a button and WHOOSH food? You're putting me on.

[beeductionist]

It is slightly more complex then that, but yes. Essentially.

[soul_sister]

[Pushes over the block of sliced bacon.] Here, lay this out in the pan and let it pop up but don't let it burn. Flip em now and then.

[In the mean time, she starts pulling over some veggies for an omlette.]

And when are you from?

[beeductionist]

2013. Yourself?

[ trickier ... but doable. he'll only burn some of the bacon. ]

[soul_sister]

[Holy crap that's.... that's science fiction numbers.

...]

19...24...

[beeductionist]

[ hmmm ]

Somewhat later than I would have deduced, but the same general era.

[soul_sister]

It means those fancy future foods aren't in mine. [A SIGH here.]

[Sets a plate out on the counter for the bacon.]

[beeductionist]

Instant ravioli is hardly the food of the future.

[ putting it on the plate as he finishes cooking it ]

[soul_sister]

[CRITICAL EXAMINATION........... and it looks like even with the burnt bit here and there it passes. She pushes the next set at you as she starts working on the scrambled eggs.]

... Instant Italian food...

[beeductionist]

Instant Americanized Italian food. The eighth circle of food hell.

[ continues working then ]

[soul_sister]

Blah blah hoity toity attitude to go with the hoity toity accent.

[Getting that omelet cooking then. It's probably starting to smell REALLY GOOD in here. Leaves the pan down and fetching another to start the sausage at the same time.]

[beeductionist]

[ yes ... yes it is. I'm going to steal some bacon. ]

Forgive me for having good taste.

[soul_sister]

There's not a bit of evidence for that. [A long sideways glance, considering thwapping your hand with a spoon.] How'd you end up in New York anyway?

[beeductionist]

[ a pause. Considering how to answer that. ]

Moriarty.

[soul_sister]

[She opens her mouth and just lets go whatever she was going to say with a sideways glance.]

Do you know how to make French toast?

[beeductionist]

[ smart girl. He looks back at her. ]

I cannot. Why can't you stay in one place?

[soul_sister]

[Dammit. .... ..... ... WELL IT INVOLVES EGGS. It can't be too hard.]

I'm looking for someone important, and I don't really have a lot of time left to find him.

[beeductionist]

Which one of you is dying?

[soul_sister]

[The egg cracks in her hands, making a goopy mess all over the counter.]

[beeductionist]

[ sweeps his gaze up and down, taking in her reaction ]

How long do you have left then?

[soul_sister]

[I'm just going to work on cleaning this u... noooo, actually I'm going to take the bacon off of the burner before it REALLY burns.

By the time she's done with that flurry of activity, the reply is a pretty practiced casual.]

Don't get too excited, you can't get rid of me that easy.

[beeductionist]

Alas, dead people only excite me when they've been murdered.

[soul_sister]

You know, that's creepy any way you look at it.

[beeductionist]

[ a shrug ]

It is, however, the truth.