[videro/action] Rainy day blue(berry muffin)s

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

-video-

[The area with the ovens may be practically flooded out, but Jessica has a wagonful of magic dirt and she's not afraid to use it. There is now a small kitchen in one of the arena's interior halls, with the implements of baking scattered about and one very busy young woman very angrily using them.

[She notices the mirror's on her and glares at it, vigorously stirring some batter.]

Okay, I get it: build, but don't bother trying to make things better or useful. Because you assholes are so much more powerful than we puny mortals could possibly aspire to be, ever. Just accept that we're your damn pets now. Fine, whatever.

-action; arena-

[Later, as the smells of baked goods permeate the halls, Jessica is stalking the area with a wagon full of pancakes. And muffins. And cookies. And cupcakes. And also a bulbasaur in the back, happily enjoying a few set aside for her. Sooner or later, she will find you. You will receive delicious baked goods. You have no choice in the matter. The power of Angry Jessica compels you!]

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[action]

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth is seated outside the room she's now sharing with Kadaj, very still and quiet. Spending days on end alone with Kadaj, with only a few other visitors, hasn't had the best effect on her mental health. She turns as Jessica approaches, her eyes glowing brightly.

There is some strain evident in her expression, but she doesn't care about the storm. She's more concerned about the possibility of Kadaj injuring someone. But she gives Jessica a faint smile.]

Hello. I see you've been busy.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[She glances up, expression softening, then stares hard at the floor. Then glances up again, taking in the glowy eye effect.]

Yeah... I hate having nothing to do.

Are you okay?

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

I understand that feeling.

I'm well enough. [She glances back at the door she's sitting in front of. The room isn't capable of holding Kadaj, unlike the laboratory's containment unit, but Kadaj seems to be calm for the moment.] Simply waiting for this to end. I'm pleased you made it here safely.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Your, um, sister doing OK?

Oh yeah! [She turns and pulls a bag of muffins from the cart, offering them with a touch of shyness.] I know you like 'em raw, but since I was baking anyway... um, these're apple cinnamon.

/video/

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

[Jill's drying her hair as she sees the message. That had been the girl she'd talked to a while back...]

Do you hate storms?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I hate having a place that should be safe suddenly collapsing while other places that couldn't possibly stand up to the storm are just fine.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

...Now that, I offer some empathy towards. Is it only their places so far that survived? Excuse me if it sounds redundant, but I'm in a bit of disbelief.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Haven't really had much chance of checking anywhere out, but as far as I know, yeah.

[That batter is definitely mixed now. She reaches for a muffin tin.]

I'll get used to being jerked around like this someday.

(video)

[ofatonement.livejournal.com]

... They do seem to like doing stuff like this. Little moments of peace and then turning it all on our heads. ( A sigh, it reminds her of some certain godlike creatures back home. ) And then it's just rinse and repeat.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Especially when they're using the moments of "peace" to mess with us even more. [Not that she is bitter about the pineapple juice a while back.]

Be nice if we at least had some kind of break.

[ofatonement.livejournal.com]

Mm, that's true. ( She remembers all that weird candy too... )

It would be, would make whatever we're supposed to be doing here easier if we got one.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure we're just supposed to be hooking up. [Mixing the FUCK out of this batter.]

Which is why they decided to throw together a bunch of straight people and people that aren't really romantic.

action;

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Jessica watches her eat, linefaced as always.]




So how is it?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Could be better.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Howso?

Knowing you, you'd want more meat or something, right?

[action]

[hopelessdreamer]

[she's still looking slightly damp from her journey to this place, the first intact structure she stumbled across. And she used the first dry cloth she could find to tend to her sword, because it's more important that it doesn't rust. Her jacket has been left behind in the room she appropriated, however, and she's wearing just her white buttoned shirt, pants, and boots as she wanders the halls, checking on whoever else is there. Her sword still hangs at her hip, though it's not very useful in tight quarters.]

[she recognizes that face--it's hard not to.]

Jessica, right?

Re: [action]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [She scoops up a packet of pancakes and thrusts it at Gal.] Here.

Re: [action]

[hopelessdreamer]

Ah, uhhh...thanks? [she accepts, not about to argue. But then--]

Are you okay?

[action]

[feedutothemeta]

[Jessica isn't the only person stalking around the place. Have a very restless Washington pacing in full armor. She is not fond of being confined in any way... Even if it's a storm and a building and not a maximum security prison.]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Wow, you're here, too, huh?

Well, here. [Have a bag of cookies!]

[feedutothemeta]

Unfortunately. And I can't leave. [She's certainly tried, more than once.] Hate being confined like this.

[Eying the bag carefully once she accepts it] Thanks, I guess.

[fallenfreelancr.livejournal.com]

[She's pacing pretty much everywhere there is to place around here, restless at being pent up like this, and while she's got her armor back, there's the very subtle change of having removed the helmet and tucking it under her arm, protectively.]

[When she sees Jessica, she gives a small, frustrated whine. She'd tried going out earlier, but apparently 'magic storms' weren't covered in the extreme conditions the armor could handle.]

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Hey, Meta. Looks like you're having about as much fun as I am.

Here. [She hands her a box of cupcakes. A few actually have the META symbol written out in icing.]

[fallenfreelancr.livejournal.com]

[She grunts at that, not fun at all, and takes the box. She looks into it, perplexed, and then quirks a smile and rumbles out a short purr.]