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kore_logs2013-12-02 05:02 pm
calmyourmind) wrote in kore_logs2013-12-02 05:02 pm
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Someone rang the dinner bell?
Who: Charles + Anita (though other people can stumble across him as well
When: Days 139 (Post-event)
Where: The Kitchen
What: Charles decides to have a go at those alien foods.
Warning: Strange effects of alien foods? No warnings really.
It's not that there is anything exactly wrong with the supplied food... (TV dinners are an acquired taste, and one Charles has never acquired), the normal foods always seem to be in fairly low supply and Charles is a curious creature by his very nature. It's no surprise that sooner or later he would not be able to resist the desire to figure out what thee mysterious fruits and vegetables are, and what they taste like.
He may not be the most gourmet of chefs, but unlike his mother, Charles knows his way around the kitchen. Today there is a lot of action going on in there. He managed to find and clean some suitable kitchenware, as well as scrubbing down an area of the kitchen heavily until it looked glaringly out of place with the rest of the kitchen. Clean and organized as Charles works away, chopping, peeling and removing the pits and seeds from various strange colored and shaped food items. Each pit or group of seeds has its own separate place on a paper towel for his other upcoming project. (Cleaning up the atrium and attempting to plant some living plants.)
If anyone drops by the kitchen at any point on day 139, Charles will gladly cook something for them. All they have to do in return is play guinea pig for taste testing and determining the best ways to handle the different food products.
When: Days 139 (Post-event)
Where: The Kitchen
What: Charles decides to have a go at those alien foods.
Warning: Strange effects of alien foods? No warnings really.
It's not that there is anything exactly wrong with the supplied food... (TV dinners are an acquired taste, and one Charles has never acquired), the normal foods always seem to be in fairly low supply and Charles is a curious creature by his very nature. It's no surprise that sooner or later he would not be able to resist the desire to figure out what thee mysterious fruits and vegetables are, and what they taste like.
He may not be the most gourmet of chefs, but unlike his mother, Charles knows his way around the kitchen. Today there is a lot of action going on in there. He managed to find and clean some suitable kitchenware, as well as scrubbing down an area of the kitchen heavily until it looked glaringly out of place with the rest of the kitchen. Clean and organized as Charles works away, chopping, peeling and removing the pits and seeds from various strange colored and shaped food items. Each pit or group of seeds has its own separate place on a paper towel for his other upcoming project. (Cleaning up the atrium and attempting to plant some living plants.)
If anyone drops by the kitchen at any point on day 139, Charles will gladly cook something for them. All they have to do in return is play guinea pig for taste testing and determining the best ways to handle the different food products.
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It was an old habit, keeping close tabs on exactly who she gave her name to. Too many vampires used it as a weapon, although it had been ages since she'd been able to move among them with any amount of anonymity. She had a reputation back home. But not here.
She relaxed slightly, though remained wary as she watched him, lips pursed.
"Pick things up. What do you mean?"
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"I can read your mind."
Right out with it. Better to be honest than dance around the subject. "It's a mutation of my genetic code. It lets me access the minds of those around me." It's a very groovy mutation, but he'll get into that later.
no subject
He wasn't going to receive any skepticism from her, but frank honesty instead. While sarcasm was right up her alley, skepticism? Not so much.
She'd seen far too much not to be open minded about most things, really. She'd done too much.
"I'll give you some advice, then. Stay out of my head." It was only after she said it that she realized it sounded like a thread. She could leave it that way, or clarify. A moment later, she shook her head. "It's a mess in there. You'll be better off for it, I promise."