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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-16 09:37 pm
pidgeypidge) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-16 09:37 pm
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Open - All my friends are heathens
Who: Pidge and you~
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + up to phase one of the plague
Rating: nothing past PG-13
What: Feels. Cooking misadventures.
Week One; sometime late/early morning (the feels-y option)
Pidge had always had an interesting relationship with sleep. Before the Kerberos mission had flipped her entire life upside down, she knew that all she'd have to do was make herself a snack, or sneak up onto the roof for a while, or go fiddle around in Matt's room, and soon enough she'd be ready to sleep again.
She couldn't do that anymore. And she couldn't wander the castle ship, because it was gone. So much had happened in the last year, and she was still reeling a little. When there was something to focus on, some new, possibly suicidal mission to worry about, it was easy to distract herself. But it was times like now, when everyone else was probably asleep, that she found herself worrying.
So here she sat, at the edge of the forest, wrapped in the blanket she'd pulled off her bed, hermostly useless bayard at her side. It was probably ridiculous, but she felt just a little bit safer just having it with her.
"I know you can't hear me. And that probably means you can't come here, either. But it would be... really great if you could give me some kind of sign that you're okay." She's sitting facing away from the temple, and looking up toward the night sky, as though it might hold what she's looking for. Instead, all she could see were alien constellations and the silhouettes of trees if she glanced down. Any other time, it might've been enough of a distraction. But not now. "It's weird not having you here."
It was a long shot, and she hadn't really been expecting it to work. But she'd gotten into the habit of talking to Green when nobody else was around. "I miss you. And it sucks here."
Week two; noon-ish?
She'd somehow lucked out as far as whatever this sickness was. It would take more than a cold to defeat Katie Holt, but between running around trying to make sure everyone else was alright, she was starting to get a little burnt out. The lack of general direction or purpose was also starting to get to her. It might've been easier to deal with all of this if there was something to fight, or something to hack or something to do.
Possibly the worst part of all this was the fact that her bayard had been screwed up since they'd gotten here. The handful of times she'd tried to get it working had ultimately ended the same way, with a string of colorful language that probably would've made her mother grimace.
Today, though, she's taken up residence in the kitchen. She'd never be as good as Hunk, but there were a handful of things she was confident enough to make. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find everything she needed for her Nana's ginger chicken soup. So she'd had to substitute a few things.
"Hmm..."
She's standing on a stool and peering into the large pot of not-quite-Nana's-ginger-chicken-soup. It didn't smell bad, exactly. But it didn't smell quite right, either.
Someone save her.
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + up to phase one of the plague
Rating: nothing past PG-13
What: Feels. Cooking misadventures.
Week One; sometime late/early morning (the feels-y option)
Pidge had always had an interesting relationship with sleep. Before the Kerberos mission had flipped her entire life upside down, she knew that all she'd have to do was make herself a snack, or sneak up onto the roof for a while, or go fiddle around in Matt's room, and soon enough she'd be ready to sleep again.
She couldn't do that anymore. And she couldn't wander the castle ship, because it was gone. So much had happened in the last year, and she was still reeling a little. When there was something to focus on, some new, possibly suicidal mission to worry about, it was easy to distract herself. But it was times like now, when everyone else was probably asleep, that she found herself worrying.
So here she sat, at the edge of the forest, wrapped in the blanket she'd pulled off her bed, her
"I know you can't hear me. And that probably means you can't come here, either. But it would be... really great if you could give me some kind of sign that you're okay." She's sitting facing away from the temple, and looking up toward the night sky, as though it might hold what she's looking for. Instead, all she could see were alien constellations and the silhouettes of trees if she glanced down. Any other time, it might've been enough of a distraction. But not now. "It's weird not having you here."
It was a long shot, and she hadn't really been expecting it to work. But she'd gotten into the habit of talking to Green when nobody else was around. "I miss you. And it sucks here."
Week two; noon-ish?
She'd somehow lucked out as far as whatever this sickness was. It would take more than a cold to defeat Katie Holt, but between running around trying to make sure everyone else was alright, she was starting to get a little burnt out. The lack of general direction or purpose was also starting to get to her. It might've been easier to deal with all of this if there was something to fight, or something to hack or something to do.
Possibly the worst part of all this was the fact that her bayard had been screwed up since they'd gotten here. The handful of times she'd tried to get it working had ultimately ended the same way, with a string of colorful language that probably would've made her mother grimace.
Today, though, she's taken up residence in the kitchen. She'd never be as good as Hunk, but there were a handful of things she was confident enough to make. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find everything she needed for her Nana's ginger chicken soup. So she'd had to substitute a few things.
"Hmm..."
She's standing on a stool and peering into the large pot of not-quite-Nana's-ginger-chicken-soup. It didn't smell bad, exactly. But it didn't smell quite right, either.
Someone save her.
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"I'm sure it's not that bad."
He's trying. Does he get points for the effort at least? Not like he's some culinary mastermind. He can cook just enough to get by, really. But tea he can handle. And coffee.
Tea is better now though, so he'll grab up a couple mugs from a cabinet and wait for the kettle to boil. "Hey. I never asked, did you figure out what magic power you got stuck with?"
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"I'm hoping it tastes better than it looks."
Then again, it doesn't smell terrible. Just... not quite the way she remembered this soup was supposed to smell. Maybe she'll ask Hunk about it later.
And while she can make a handful of pretty basic things, this is only the third time she's attempted to make this soup, and she feels like she did pretty well, despite the lack of chicken and ginger.
"Oh, yea. I can manipulate plants." And also if she's touching them, she can get a sense of their well-being, but she's not sure how to feel about that so she doesn't want to mention it for now.
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He glances at the kettle. Not quite.
"Plants?" That catches his attention and he turns back to Pidge, curious. "Like... grow them? Or?"
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She'll just have to plan accordingly for next time.
"Yea." She knows how odd it might sound, considering her usual role within the group. "Shiro helped me figure it out, actually. And uh... I brought one of the plants in the hallway near our rooms back to life."
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Hunk has a talent, after all. Far be it from Keith to interfere.
The kettle whistles and he sets about making two cups of tea while he looks up at Pidge, listening as she talks.
"Shiro helped me figure out mine too, when I first got here." God that feels like forever ago really. "That's pretty cool though, that you can do that."
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It's just Hunk's thing, and there's no point in pretending otherwise.
In the meantime, she watches as he fusses about making the tea. And she smiles at the mention of Shiro helping him. It's not surprising, and she's willing to bet that it was the same for all of them. Maybe.
"Yea, it's definitely not something I was expecting. But I guess there's no way to guess what ability Astoria gives you until you figure it out for yourself." Which she's still not entirely sure about, but what can she do, really?
"What kind of tea is it?"