[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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[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?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't object. More sugar too.



Less fruit.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

More sugar. In a muffin. I've got some cupcakes and stuff, y'know.

[Bulbasaur is eyeing her, but so long as she does not intrude on its hoard, it is not going to mess with her.]

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Why would you waste your time with muffins then?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Because the cupcakes were already baking. [She hands over a small box.] I'm assuming chocolate's OK.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Fuck yes...



This is what you do when you're bored?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

When I need to cheer up.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Yeah, whatever. So you're cheered up now.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[Jessica expected no less!] Partly.

Here. [She unloads some more baked goods on Dot.] Enjoy.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Yesss.



So what the fuck is your name anyway?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

[...she's like a stray cat.]

Jessica Boyette. Sorry, forgot we weren't introduced.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

S'not like it matters.



But the Garden's being fucking crazy again, if we're gonna be stuck in this dump, might as well ask.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah. What about you?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

I'm Dot.



Probably shoulda heard of me by now.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, probably. You do seem to make a nuisance of yourself.

[If Dot's gonna just say things, then so is Jessica!]

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

It's the only thing worth doin'.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised about that mindset coming from you. Not really something I understand, though.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure that's cause you're boring.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, yes.

Although I'm apparently the most interesting thing right now.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

That ain't sayin' much.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I know.

So where were you before this turned into the buildup of an old horror movie?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

I usually stay in that big ass mansion on the lake with the other bitches.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming "bitches" in this case means "people" and not specifically "people who are unpleasant."