Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
"Simple things that take little time to make would be the best option. Scones, short bread, Victoria Sponge cake. They are all made from similar basic ingredients that most house holds will have." She filled in to the military man currently storming the cupboards. She couldn't help but appreciate the initiative he possessed in searching around for the needed things on his own, but had they been in her own home, Vieka could say for sure she wouldn't appreciate someone snooping in her cupboards. Saying that, she supposed she had no right to think as such considering she practically invited half the city to come storm Peaches home and invade her space at 8 in the morning. As such, she decided to keep her mouth shut on the subject.
Continuously petting Stephanie, It wasn't until Fjaril arrived did she feel the need (not really a need, more like feel it was necessary) to put down the obnoxiously fluffy cat. One last stroke between the ears as a fair well, the catnip scented doctor (because surely she must smell like catnip for all the cats in Lodan to follow her around so much) put down the feline on the nearest counter before folding her arms and turning to their new red haired company. To her own comment and resigned smile, the dark haired woman tilted her head to the side slightly. "We could make preserves and glazes with that..." She murmured thoughtfully.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
When Edel did finally join them Kalum closed the last cupboard and placed the last item down to regard her. The behavior certainly did not come from his EIRAL training but a certain lack of patience for waiting when he doubted that the red haired woman would join them in the kitchen. Without a word he went to the fridge and fetched the berries as instructed only to set them aside on the counter. "Get the cat out of here. I am not willing to risk hair in people's food." It was simple etiquette not to chance exposure of hair into food and when it came to making any type of dessert Kalum was strict with how he handled things. He also hated cats. Blasted animals were never loyal. Pet me now, don't pet me, give me attention, don't give me attention. Moody little buggers... Dogs never did that. Being immaculate was an understatement. With the bowl he found earlier he took to the sink for cleaning then dried it immediately after.
"Good," he replied to Vieka. "Would you please start the preserves and glazes then? I'll work on preparing the mix for the sponge cake first." Cake was better, he argued in his head. Scones and short bread were good--but he would much rather devour sponge cake.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 3, 2016 5:16:10 GMT
"And fillings." The redhead added to Vieka's list of what could be made with the berries, while opening the drawer she kept the cooking aprons in. She had 4, so there was enough for them plus one spare, but for the rather invasive display of impatience Kalum will have to choose between the only frilly apron or not wearing one. "But I'm also thinking of pudding. I only have one oven; doing something that'll be baked and another to chill in the fridge will get more food ready at once." Which gets the menu up to "sponge cake and berries pudding". Pudding was quicker to prepare than mousse, pavé or other cold desserts Edelweiss could make at least, unless those two had other ideas for it.
"Also, unless you want your eyeballs and skin peeled off your face by cat claws, Stephannie stays. Fair warning." Edelweiss stated simply, this time with a more amused smile, taking note of how the grey feline mewoed in disappointment when Vieka placed her on the counter but stayed still for a while and then suddenly bristled up and hissed at Kalum. Murder written in her grumpy duo-toned feline eyes. "She's a quiet one anyhow, won't be moving from there unless you provoke her."
Kalum was a testy man in the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Cat claws and teeth were not something he ever worried about and last he checked Edel did not have claws. Setting the bowl down, he turned to scoop up the cat, uncaring if she clawed, bit, or squirmed in his hands. He simply clung to her and hugged her tight to his body as he approached the door then set her outside before hurriedly shutting the door. "No fur in the food," he declared before moving to snag the frilly apron. The man was quite secure in his sexuality and was not bothered one bit with the design of the cloth as he approached the sink to wash his hands once more before returning back to the bowl. "Pudding is a good idea."
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 3, 2016 6:12:07 GMT
"Kalum will need a new uniform." That was the thought that crossed Edelweiss' mind as he, despite her warning, grabbed Stephannie and hugged her. The cat squirmed and twisted, scratched and clawed anything she could, the sleeves on his top and arms and also his hands, any fabric, skin or hair possible to be reached from where she was, screeching all the way like one would think someone is being tortured. The puny human cur! Manhandling her! Touching her without consent! Devious! Outrageous, lecherous, despicable! Someone detain this horrendous molester who grabs unwilling maidens this very moment! Someone! Anyone!!
And then suddenly she was on the ground again. On the cold, hard floor, away from her kind red doll and the beautiful angry bird. Expelled in her own home like some undesirable trash-- oh the half-doll man was walking towards there! He heard her pleas for help! Stephannie purred against his legs as he passed and slipped back into the kitchen along him. Then climbed up and reclaimed her spot on the counter.
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Jan 4, 2016 0:45:40 GMT
"Uh, n-no, not really..." Jasper lied through his teeth. He paused, taking more than a few seconds to compose himself. "Magic: Magic is definitely a yes at this point." He thought to himself in the relative silence around them. Once he finally prepared his response, the juggler found himself interrupted for the second time today, this time by a disembodied voice, and a rather rude one at that. In an obvious display of his confusion, the feline made a face, staring at the older man with a raised eyebrow.
"Um, did you know your bag can talk?" This certainly was a shocking experience. Mechanical limbs, he was used to by now; automatons, fascinating but ultimately not as surprising as this; but this, this was...something. Especially, since it didn't look mechanical at all. His original thought of influencing the man had been all but forgotten.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Looking at his own bag, Wern jumped a bit. Oh yes, Goya! The reason why he had brought the little sphere.
“Ah, my apologies.” Reaching into his bag, he made sure to hold onto the orb this time as opposed to tipping the bag— that had proved so wonderful last time. “This is Goya. My, uh, clockwork doll?” I think that is what people were calling it. Yes. He wasn’t familiar with the term, and his father had never used it. Hadn’t used many terms, it seemed. He had learned a lot while in the city, and figured he was going to learn a lot more in the months and years to come.
“I’m the funny one.” Goya vibrated, and at the sense of the Ander, whistled. “And you are another angel. Oh, my love! So many in this world beyond my metal panels that I can’t decide, so chose for me and take me into your limbs!”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
"Kalum will need a new uniform." That was the thought that crossed Edelweiss' mind as he, despite her warning, grabbed Stephannie and hugged her. The cat squirmed and twisted, scratched and clawed anything she could, the sleeves on his top and gloves and lightly the hands below, any fabric, skin or hair possible to be reached from where she was, screeching all the way like one would think someone is being tortured. The puny human cur! Manhandling her! Touching her without consent! Devious! Outrageous, lecherous, despicable! Someone detain this horrendous molester who grabs unwilling maidens this very moment! Someone! Anyone!!
And then suddenly she was on the ground again. On the cold, hard floor, away from her kind red doll and the beautiful angry bird. Expelled in her own home like some undesirable trash-- oh the half-doll man was walking towards there! He heard her pleas for help! Stephannie purred against his legs as he passed and slipped back into the kitchen along him. Then climbed up and reclaimed her spot on the counter.
As Amon made his way to the kitchen, he was suddenly greeted with the sight of Stephannie suddenly being tossed out and the door being slammed behind her.
"...The heck was that about...?" he thought, giving the cat a small smile as she purred against his legs as he opened the door, letting the cat back in. He merely paused for a moment, raising his eyebrow at Kalum's apron. In a sense it suit the man.
Well...at least he found Vieka and Edel.
"So...what's on the menu?" he asked as he began to pet and scratch Stephannie in her favorite spots.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 6, 2016 18:27:38 GMT
"Well, ready now there's only tea." The redhead answered, settling the newly brewed tea in a tray along a series of teacups and a couple bowls of sugarcubes (but only after glancing at Kalum and giving him the largest 'I Told You' look about him having got a taste of fluffy feline fury). "But's there's also plans for sponge cake and berries pudding."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Jan 8, 2016 3:17:36 GMT
Jasper found it impossible to keep from gasping at the sight of the clockwork doll...er, orb; this was doubly true when it spoke. Without a visible mouth, or any other orifice for that matter, how was it capable of doing so with such clarity? Sure, it was possible that there was a speaker inside the little bot but still. It sounded so pronounced and not muffled at all. Maybe the outer shell was composed of some sort of sound-amplifying metal. And let's not forget the orb's apparent personality, almost as if it was a living being. Of course, the blue-haired Anderswlter was thinking none of that. In fact, his thought process matched his mouth exactly: "Wow." Was all he managed to say - both out loud and to himself mentally.
When he finally returned from temporary amazement-induced trance a few seconds later, Jasper realized what the orb had said about him. "Angel?" He said as his face twisted into an obvious expression of confusion. "I think I'm far from an angel." He said, thinking it over and what the sphere could have meant by it; he had an idea but couldn't be sure. He didn't even know how the thing was capable of speaking, let alone how it could sense the world around it.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Smiling, Wern was somewhat grateful he had brought along the orb. Although, he still hadn’t forgiven the sphere for running around Edelweiss’ apartment. But, Jasper’s expression was almost worth it. It made Wern happy when technology could deliver such to people. Nudging Goya a bit, he urged for the other to respond, to continue what Wern had come to call the “wave of flattery.”
“Nonsense.” Vibrating, Goya twisted in Wern’s hands. “You must be an angel. Your presence, it makes my circuits flutter. Ah, I am in love. Rescue me from this foolish man and I shall deliver bountiful lines of poetry and song upon your non-mechanical parts.” Goya whistled, and Wern laughed, although somewhat awkwardly, turning the orb around in his hands. “Well, seems like Goya really likes you.” Holding the orb out a bit more, he offered for Anders to get a better look. “You’re welcome to hold him, if you want.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Jan 11, 2016 3:07:55 GMT
Goya's comment had confirmed Jasper's original interpretation; the orb did in fact mean he was an Anderswelter albeit the wrong kind. "Oh, no no no," the juggler chuckled with a glowing smile. He raised his hands to about chest level and ran a quick glance over his claws and partially gloved fingers. "I'm more of a..." He paused for a second, thinking the word over with a roll of his wrist, "wildcat." And like a wildcat, he pounced at the opportunity to touch the mechanical sphere but stopped himself robotically, deliberating whether or not it was a good idea. Holding it meant touching it, touching human-build technology, which had proven itself to be a bad idea many times before. However, like many, many times before, Jasper's curiosity proved to be stronger than his survival instinct. Maybe one day, curiosity would get this cat killed. Of course, not today.
Gingerly, the feline reached out and scooped the orb from the older man's palms and as quickly as he could perched the metal ball atop the ivory peaks of his claws just barely touching his fingertips, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he expected a painful shock and received none. For a while, he did nothing but gazed at it for a while, his eyes portraying a certain sense of hunger the entire time; to the blue-haired Anderswlter, it was almost as if this mechanical ball held all the secrets of the universe and even if he couldn't understand these marvels, he wanted to know. "So, how does it work?" He asked absentmindedly, turning the orb slowly in his hands.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
Vieka watched the commotion going down in the kitchen with a growing scowl, agitation practically flying from her form like sparks by the end of it. "Kalum!" She snapped, stalking over to deliberately stand between him and the cat. "Apparently this hasn't occurred to you so let me point it out for you. In case you didn't notice, this is not your house, this is not your party, and that sure as hell isn't your cat. The day it is you are free to do as you please, but today it is not. Next time you feel like turfing about other peoples animals in their homes you better think twice or you'll have more than a few scratches to worry about."
Stalking over, she promptly removed the bowl from him as well. "Also, for future reference, don't order me around. I'm not one you're lacky military dogs." Turning on heel, Vieka found the furthest corner of the kitchen to sulk in as she worked, not bothering with an apron as she removed her gloves and black coat before washing her own hands. 'bad mood' was pretty much written over her entire demeanour at this point.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
The boy’s fascination with Goya was interesting, and the comment about the wildcat was a bit strange. Was it because of his nails? He did have quite long nails, but well, some people liked long nails. Wern smiled though, happy to let the boy take it, and was going to answer Anders’ question, at least, until Goya paused. He had been whistling, vrooming until he reached Anders, going quiet, as if all the gears had stopped. And well, Wern wondered about that just as a loud grinding sound emitted from the tiny orb. Frowning, Wern quickly snatched Goya from Anders’ hand, turning the orb over but the little bot was overheating and whistling, and oh god why was it steaming?
“Goya?” Wern asked the orb, but the orb clicked in response, voice box stalled as it stuttered as if trying to form words, but not working at all. Wern had no clue what was happening, and now, now there were clicking things going all around on the inside of Goya. Quickly, Wern put Goya on a table, unlocking his outer frame, the gold pieces rolling onto the couch, and oh god, why were things popping out? What was happening? Oh dear oh dear. Then the bot let out a horrible scream, deafening, almost, such a high note that if there was any glass in the area, Wern was concerned. “Anders, I’m sorry, give me a second. Goya is being strange.” He apologized to the boy before running to where he last saw Amon.
Entering the kitchen, Wern let out squeak as he called out Amon’s name, almost tripping on nothing in particular as he tossed to and fro. “Amon!” Wern cried, holding the inner core out to Amon. “Goya is being strange, and I have no clue what’s happening.” His fear remained of the taller man, but only partly waned at the fact that Goya was still screaming, and now it was steaming, as if it was overheating. Oh lord. What was he supposed to do? “Can you help me?”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Kalum Wulfgang on Jan 15, 2016 6:11:17 GMT
Kalum had nothing to protect his arms from the cat's wrath but the cuts hadn't bothered him. He had suffered far worse from more grueling work than a troublesome cat though the cuts brought him to wash his hands longer. When the cat returned he sighed with aggravation and then perked a brow at Vieka. "Fine. You cook everything how you wish." He would not be eating fur in any of his desserts, he thought to himself as he left the masked woman to take his labor from him then removed the apron. Folding it neatly, he set it aside on the counter and made his way for the exit. Oddly enough, he wasn't bothered but felt apathetic towards the situation. He'd come for what he had intended and that was to give Edel her gift. Any other tasks were not obligations he felt necessary to carry out. After all, he owed nothing to angry vipers over animals who were as disloyal as a dollymop's loose product. He hated cats. Ah, just as he was about to leave, he paused to retrieve his gloves and belongings then calmly stepped out of the kitchen, and shortly after, the apartment door.