[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]

So what if it is?

[She's just going to keep her arm out. OK, actually, she's going to switch arms because holding up cookies is more draining than you'd think. Either way, she can keep this up just as long as you can, Kadaj. (Technically, probably not, but she's banking on having more patience for this than you.)]

I was brought here for the same reason everyone else was. Her Highness doesn't really care who she picks for her victims.

What's so bad about being human, anyway? So what if we're not as cool as you? Maybe you're missing out on something and you don't even realize it.

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth takes the cookies herself, as ridiculous as this makes her feel, resolving the sort-of conflict in her way. Her movement is swift and sure.]

I'm not speaking about you as if you're not here, Kadaj. And yes, the Queen seems to select us at random, more or less. There's neither rhyme nor reason in her actions.

[She turns toward Kadaj, meeting her gaze. It's still odd to look into eyes like her own.] You forget that I am human, and there is nothing wrong with being one.

[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

[Kadaj's smile is mocking. Having gotten Sephiroth's attention, she seems to scorn it.]

You are not human, Sephiroth. I've told you over and over again. [She waves in Jessica's general direction, still refusing to acknowledge her.]
What do you think you have in common with this one? What am I "missing out on"?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

For someone complaining about being talked about like she's not here, you're sure doing a lot of it.

[Just sayin', Kadaj.]

[a-good-daughter.livejournal.com]

[This earns you a narrowing of eyes, Jessica.]
What do you have to say that would interest me, human-- and what could I say to you that you would understand?

We are not your kind.

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth is growing a little annoyed by Kadaj, but she doesn't loosen her grip on Kadaj or the cookies.]

There's no need for this. Kadaj, if you don't wish to speak to her, you can leave.

I apologize, Jessica.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I don't know. That's part of the whole, y'know, conversation thing: you try to get to know people, figure out what they know and like? You might be surprised. Though I guess you wouldn't really have anything all that interesting to talk about, if you're limiting your interactions to people that look like you. It usually ends up just being a repeat of stuff I've heard before in those cases.

[She shrugs to Sephiroth.] Hey, it's your, um, maybe-sister. Last time I checked, you don't have hypnotic powers or anything, so...