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thecapitol2014-08-03 03:47 pm
lovelyassistant) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-03 03:47 pm
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[OPEN] Every Little Thing She Does is Magic....
Who | Charlie and YOU!
What | This is a girl who has had to fight for her food for who knows how long. She's cooking!
Where | The kitchen in the Tower.
When | The week of her arrival. She cooks as often as she can, so it can be any time during the week.
Warnings/Notes | If your character would like some food, they can totally ask Charlie to cook for them. No warnings at all except perhaps non-graphic talk of possession, if her curse comes up in conversation.
The technology was more than a little boggling - but Charlie was getting the hang of it all in a hurry.
Pans were sizzling on the stove, pots were simmering with fragrant sauces, the scent of fresh bread was in the air, and the newcomer was in the thick of it all, humming merrily to herself as she bounced around from station to station. It was plainly more than she could eat, and she knew that; honestly, she was hoping to have hungry visitors drop in, perhaps for a touch of conversation. She hadn't had proper company in such a long time, after all, and the idea of it put her in a wonderful mood.
It helped, of course, that she had slept through the night. No incident, nothing else, she simply...slept.
The nervousness that fluttered in her gut like a couple of butterflies was easily drowned out by the anticipation of actually seeing live people.
She pulled the fresh loaf of bread from the oven, all pleasant smiles, dark hair bouncing around her ears. Now all she had to do was wait.
What | This is a girl who has had to fight for her food for who knows how long. She's cooking!
Where | The kitchen in the Tower.
When | The week of her arrival. She cooks as often as she can, so it can be any time during the week.
Warnings/Notes | If your character would like some food, they can totally ask Charlie to cook for them. No warnings at all except perhaps non-graphic talk of possession, if her curse comes up in conversation.
The technology was more than a little boggling - but Charlie was getting the hang of it all in a hurry.
Pans were sizzling on the stove, pots were simmering with fragrant sauces, the scent of fresh bread was in the air, and the newcomer was in the thick of it all, humming merrily to herself as she bounced around from station to station. It was plainly more than she could eat, and she knew that; honestly, she was hoping to have hungry visitors drop in, perhaps for a touch of conversation. She hadn't had proper company in such a long time, after all, and the idea of it put her in a wonderful mood.
It helped, of course, that she had slept through the night. No incident, nothing else, she simply...slept.
The nervousness that fluttered in her gut like a couple of butterflies was easily drowned out by the anticipation of actually seeing live people.
She pulled the fresh loaf of bread from the oven, all pleasant smiles, dark hair bouncing around her ears. Now all she had to do was wait.
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But she offers a small smile with a nod. "Lessons. That'd be really nice. My boyfriend won't admit it, but I'm sure he's been relieved to eat food here that hasn't been cooked by me. I'd love to shove that back in his face." She laughs a bit, a bit anxious to see how Hiccup would react to her trying to serve him food again. He's never been too thrilled about that in the past.
"And I'm ... pretty happy about it too." Surprisingly. "It's not the sort of place you'd think to find this much kindness around."
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Making sure all the food is secure and not going to burn, Charlie plates some for herself, moving to sit with Astrid. A soft laugh escapes her as Astrid talks about Hiccup - a laugh, even though it makes her heart hurt a little bit. The implication is that this girl's boyfriend is here with her. She's lucky, but if they all have to kill each other....
She banishes the thought for now.
"I feel like kindness just sort of...happens with enough people thrown into the same situation. There will always be a few rough types, but there's always someone you can find a friend in. As long as there are people around, that is."
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"Everyone seems to be from different worlds, but looks like no one's here by choice. Putting everything aside, with how everyone's getting along here—I don't know—maybe it all means something."
Like hope.
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She falls for the moment into companionable quiet, digging into her own plate of food and smiling softly...if a bit sadly.
Hope. Yes, there is hope here, but it's hiding out behind a whole lot of bloodshed. It's a thought she doesn't want to visit, but it's one that's unavoidable, one that's inevitable one way or another. She's eating with someone that she might have to kill.
For now, though, it's just dinner.
"I kinda wonder what's going to happen with all this, in the end."