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Post by Emily on Apr 4, 2007 18:38:24 GMT -5
*Emily slid the baking sheets into the oven, thankfully it was like an unevolved Aga and it wasn't too hard to work with.* "I've got kitchen maid NPCs to take those out when they're done." *she rubbed her floury hands on her puffy goth tutu, leaving white streaks but not caring one jot.* "Shall we go kick around Paris for a bit? See if we can find the Man Love Quarter?"
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Post by Kris on Apr 4, 2007 18:47:31 GMT -5
*Kris' eyebrows raised in unalloyed admiration.* "NPC's? Wow. That's fancy." *She hopped off the counter.*
"Sure. Knowing us, the manlove corner is, like, the whole thing. But that chick who types this stuff is leaving work in about ten minutes. Just so you know."
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Post by Emily on Apr 4, 2007 18:50:57 GMT -5
"Lucky bitch. Mine's stuck selling coffee to fat men who smell like urine and old mayonnaise until 9."
*Emily dragged on her leather jacket and pushed open the back door of the kitchen.*
"Shall we?"
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Post by Kris on Apr 4, 2007 18:52:47 GMT -5
*Kris made a skippy little hop and followed.* "Absotutely." *She could be annoyingly like Willow when excited, which did not look good at her age.*
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Post by Emily on Apr 4, 2007 18:58:34 GMT -5
((I'll start a new thread somewheres.))
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Post by Emily on Apr 29, 2007 10:52:28 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
"It's a hard knock life. For. Us. It's a hard knock life. For. US!" *Emily hummed the rest since she'd forgotten the words and went on basting the turkey she'd been roasting.*
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Post by Emily on May 16, 2007 17:47:24 GMT -5
*kicks the oven door shut with a bad-ass combat boot*
"Done and done!"
*The white apron over her Goth regalia tended to render her looking slightly more ridiculous than usual, but at the same time soften the hard Goth-y shell she normally wore.*
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Post by Emily on Jun 2, 2007 14:28:38 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Emily pushed open the door and was instantly greeted by the adoration of the mangled-but-friendly roosters, Klaus and Rocky.*
"Down, boys. We've got company. Be nice." *she said to them with a smile, gently nudging them out of the way with her boot. She went to the La Cimbali M31 Dosatron and ran her hand along it with a small smile, like she was greeting an old friend.*
"Ever had a latte? I got decaf, regular, whole, skim, or I could even do it breve if you don't fear a heart attack. Soy, too, for the hippies and lactose-intolerant." *She opened a cupboard and brought out a sack of dark roasted espresso beans, oil shimmering on their surface, thumping it on the counter and going back to bring out the narrow-necked bottles of syrup, three in each hand.*
"Vanilla, hazelnut, chocolate, caramel, Irish cream, almond...even some mint leftover from Christmas--mind you, it turns everything green-y-grey and kind of gross. I didn't bother getting sugar-free anything because it doesn't make a difference."
*She began to scoop the beans into the hopper atop the grinder.*
"Any preferance?"
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 2, 2007 14:33:04 GMT -5
*Genghis stared at her blankly. They definitely didn't speak the same language. Finally he answered plainly.*
"Whatever you will be having is fine."
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Post by Emily on Jun 2, 2007 14:35:02 GMT -5
*Emily smiled slyly.*
"I don't drink coffee. But I'll surprise you."
*She made a mocha, since it was the one thing she--an avowed coffee-hater--could stomach, figuring it wouldn't do him any harm. She poured it into a big ceramic mug with a flourish to create the heart design floating on the top that had taken her months to master.*
"Try it!" *she slid the cup towards him.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 2, 2007 14:39:46 GMT -5
*Genghis lifted the mug carefully, sniffing its contents. What if she poisoned him? Well, if all likelihood she could just blink him out of existance, so...very well. He sipped it cautiously. It was hot and sweet. It made his lip curl in the foreigness of it. But he took another sip, adapting to the strange flavor.*
"Thank you. It is...interesting."
*He noted her.*
"But you do not partake?"
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Post by Emily on Jun 2, 2007 14:41:01 GMT -5
"I don't like it, myself. Too strong and bitter, even with the chocolate."
*She shrugged.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 2, 2007 14:47:00 GMT -5
*Genghis set the mug down on the table and looked to Emily.*
"So this is your house then?"
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Post by Emily on Jun 2, 2007 14:50:03 GMT -5
"I needed a place to stay when I arrived; and I was penniless. I still am, I suppose. Here I was given a home and a job."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 2, 2007 14:52:41 GMT -5
*Genghis's brow lowered.*
"But you...you can bend reality to your will. Surely it is not necessary for you to partake of such a humble existance."
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