[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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[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.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Presumably Her Highness will get distracted by a butterfly or something and we can go back to life as usual. It takes a few days, normally.

No problem. I really don't want to eat all of this on my own.

[feedutothemeta]

I hope it's soon. I really do. [Restless freelancer is restless.]

It' appreciated. Won't be going hungry while we're trapped in this place, at least?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, same here. I guess I can get used to being cooped up like this, but I'm kinda worried about some of our housemates if they get bored. [Dot we are looking at you.]

You might get diabetes, though. [That's a joke. Maybe.]

[feedutothemeta]

I hate being locked up. It reminds me too much of home. [pauses] How bad are the housemates here?

Worse things could happen. Besides, it'll take more than this kind of diet to cause me problems. I lived on MREs.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Home?

Lessee... we have one person who likes to show off her hunting skills, and who apparently has eaten humans before, and one really crazy person with weird powers. And, assuming your warning wasn't just stirring things up, Meta, though she seems like she's behaving well enough.

"Mysterious Rotten Edibles," right?

[feedutothemeta]

Where I was before the garden.

... Wonderful. Though, at least I know how to handle the Meta, even if she stops behaving. As for my warning? I knew here back where we came from. Only she was male there. She is dangerous. But the danger didn't change that I needed to return her armor.

[Amused.] No. Not quite that bad. Though they did taste pretty awful in general. They were military rations.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I figured that much. If you don't want to talk about it, that's cool. Um, obviously. I doubt I could make an effective interrogator.

I'll, uh, keep that in mind. Like I said, she's OK so far, except for kicking my bulbasaur.



[She looks over her shoulder at the pokemon.] In her defense, you were being a real pest.

[Turning back:] I've just heard a similar warning about... someone I'm pretty close to now, so I'm inclined to take it with a grain of salt. Though admittedly, yours seems more, um, realistic than that one. [Meta: seems OK, but also slightly unhinged.]

Just something I heard from someone in ROTC. Anything like astronaut food? I've had that.

[feedutothemeta]

It doesn't matter anymore, I guess. Here now.

The Meta has a temper at times. Not surprised one bit.

[She pauses a moment, than nods.] I understand your reluctance. It's my word versus hers in this case. Though I think I have an understanding with her now.

Probably close enough to it. We were with the space branch of the military.