in the midnight air, let's take a chance

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen is a disaster area today, courtesy of one much-harassed Roxas. There's an Organization coat tossed over a chair. The counters are littered with stray groceries. Strangest of all, there's not one frozen food item in sight: everything is vegetables, whole-grain and -- tofu?

The culprit? A floury book propped open on the counter, bearing the title TWELVE STEPS TO A BETTER HEART. Someone should have known better than to leave a book like that in a library frequented by Nobodies. At the moment Roxas is frowning at it and ignoring the ominous seething of the pot on the stove. This could end badly.]

Comments

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[Since he was only coming in for some coffee, he wasn't expecting to find such a mess.]

Having a vegetarian party?

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Not exactly.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Well then, what's with the... tornado of healthy food?

[And where's the coffee maker in all this mess.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Just following a recipe.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

For what?

[What could possibly require all of this? Oh, there's the coffee maker, under a bunch of lettuce heads.]

have a naga, because he needs to get out more

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

[slithers on into the kitchen- and covers his nose, making a face.]

What iss that sssmell?

(ooc: You know, the problem with having so many icons is that you are prone to icon switches (http://i44.tinypic.com/141ip93.png). XD)

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

It's supposed to be food.

[nagadem.livejournal.com]

It sssmellss... dissgusssting.

[apologetic look.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Smells?



... What are you?

hello, Cullen.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...what happened here?

[Someone doesn't take it too nicely when the kitchen is a mess]

according to RP!S, that makes Namine Bella, y/n. 8)

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Huh?



... I wanted to make something.

......T_T at least she doesn't sparkle.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Notices the bubbling monster-in-the-making on the stove and approaches it cautiously.]

...what, exactly?

... that you know of. Yet.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Some kind of stew.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

[... sticks a finger in some tofu. Axel doesn't know what personal space is.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Cut it out.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Are we eating glue?

[apparently he doesn't know what soybean curd is, either.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

... That's not glue.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[... looks at the seething pot, and then just calmly exits.

and comes back with a fire extinguisher.]

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

Hey! What's that-- What're you doing?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[sets the fire extinguisher a few feet away from the pot, before putting his hands on his hips and frowning at him.]

Giving you a fire extinguisher. Y'know, for when your pot blows up. When, not if.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

It's not going to blow up. Most of it's water.

[to-break.livejournal.com]

[studying the vegetables]

Your onions were picked too early.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

I didn't pick them.

[to-break.livejournal.com]

You kept them, which is equally stupid, XIII.

[obliviomancy.livejournal.com]

They look fine to me. And I'm not stupid.