Drinking cinnamon coffee, or decaffeinated tea.

[seestheman]

WHO | Clara and OPEN
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!


Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.

Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).

Comments

Closed to Clem and Initiate

[seestheman]

Once upon a time, at a Crowning that feels like it was almost a lifetime ago to Clara considering how much her life has changed since then, she promised Clem to teach her how to cook. And since the food that brought up the request was technically a breakfast food, it seems like the best place to start. And, since she's found herself discussing all sorts of cultural exchange topics with the Initiate, she decides inviting him to learn about human food in a hands-on situation seems like a good idea.

Which is why, when she distributed invitations across the other floors a couple days beforehand, she made sure to leave instructions for both of them to show up earlier than anyone else for a crash course in cooking. Upon walking into D10's kitchen, they will both have custom made aprons tossed at them. "Do you want to start on homefries, pancakes, or waffles first?"

[needlebearer]

Even with the novelty of a soft, warm bed, Arya is a light sleeper. She'd jerked awake at the sound of someone moving around outside her room, though when she realised that it was just someone pottering around in the kitchen rather than a threat she lay there, listening to the noise of food being prepared - until the appetising smell wafted through, and her stomach growled. While she knows that she can just call an Avox and get as much food as she wants, she's been trying to avoid ordering them around unless absolutely necessary, and besides she wanted whatever smelled so good. She dresses hurriedly, opening the door to her room a little and peering round it before venturing into the kitchen. She's not sure if she's allowed to take whatever Clara's cooking, so she'll conceal herself round a corner, her hand sneaking round to grab a hash brown that she can wolf down before she's chased away, or at least she assumes she will be.

[biomechatronic]

Things they don't cover in medical school: how one dresses for brunch with the woman whose husband you stripped of all emotions and who, the last time you saw her, you were patching her eyesocket with beauty products.

So he hopes his usual boring suit works, and the bouquet of flowers he picked up (no roses, because, well, it just doesn't seem appropriate), are all right, as he knocks on the suite door. At least he has the flowers to hide behind.

[asmilinggod]

Kevin is from District 6.

But for his own reasons, he had been up very early (does this guy even SLEEP, anyway?), and wandering around the tower, clipboard in hand. He's spent so much time recently in his room while not actively working that his body has begun to get restless; paperwork just isn't enough to satisfy his need to be REALLY WORKING.

So now he's wandering past District 10's suite, and...ooh. Something tasty-smelling is going on, and...really, what's the harm in popping in? Could be a nice diversion one way or the other. Maybe he can even help!

Without a moment of trepidation, he strolls leisurely into the room, tone bright and grin brighter.

"Well, hi there! Gosh, this looks nice!"

[futilecycle]

Though Sigma rises early, most days he does not withdraw from his room. When Avoxes could bring food right to his door there was little reason to leave and stir up his social anxiety. But as the delicious scent of homemade fried food wafts through the District Suite, not even Sigma can resist investigating - for the first time in months, the door to Sigma's room cracks open and the quiet old man emerges.

The smell is unbelievable. It brings back with it memories over six decades old, memories of his mother waking, slow with sleep, to begin her son's morning with a nutritious home-cooked meal. He realizes suddenly that he never thought to do so for his own children, not once.

The Doctor shuffles into the kitchen and gawks awkwardly. The feast is gradually making itself from the frypan into serving dishes, and it is a sight in which Sigma has very few memories to compare. He clears his throat quietly, not to get Clara's attention, but so he might speak. There were times he went days without talking. "Ah. ...Was this meal for.. anyone in particular?"

[eugoogly]

Though Derek's worried about the effect a sweet, festive and rich breakfast will have on his abs, he can't resist the smell of cooking eggs, bacon, sausage and waffles. It's really difficult, but he pulls himself out of bed, squinting as he enters the kitchen and stifling a yawn.

"Oh wow Clara," he says, "you didn't have to do this! It looks really fantastic! Thanks so much!"

Though Derek's not the brightest bulb in the breadbox, he's pretty sweet and unfailingly grateful for the nice things people do for him. Especially after the brutality of his first arena, he will absolutely suck up to the people who show him gentleness and kindness.

Assuming a few things about their CR, feel free to correct me and I'll edit

[silberfuchs]

Albert's early, as he usually is whenever he and Clara have met up since her crowning. Generally it's for coffee or a trip to the bookstore or general outings where they can at least try to let go of some worries of Panem's circus and talk about the more private things that may be bothering them. Or rather, Albert lets Clara talk and offers advice where he can.

This event is a little different though, and for this he turns up early not to wait for her but instead to help with any of the cooking she's doing. He's not exactly a culinary whiz, but he knows enough to act as sous-chef to Clara's lead and between the two of them they can keep anything of the veritable smorgasbord of breakfast foods from burning before it hits the table and is devoured by the hungry masses.

He also makes sure that Clara eats some herself. After running around for nearly an hour, he forces her into sitting at the table and plunks a plate of breakfast and a glass of orange juice before her like a trophy. "I've got this round, have a seat."

[onedirectiony]

Things have felt a little off since the last arena, but he wasn't about to tell anyone that. That would require him admitting that he disliked the idea that Thor wasn't around. Still, he walked with purpose as he moved through the halls of the different floors. He could smell something from District 10, though.

The breakfast meats were what drew him in.

Without even asking (when does he ever), he moved in and snagged a piece of bacon which had been off to the side.

"This is actually perfect bacon."

room for one more?

[cowcatcher]

Everything post-arena has been one rough adjustment. Despite her overall anger, there's some things she can't even pretend to loathe. It's been really nice to have running water again, and not waking up chilled to the bone and filthy. Still, the electricity powering the tower constantly thrumming in the background is just another of several reasons to lose sleep over. Jane doesn't rest well unless she exhausts herself training -- seriously, she can practically feel the lights of the Capitol boring through her window even when the shutters block it out. She's just too aware of the life around her.

This morning, it's the smell of breakfast cooking that rouses her. Jane lies back and breathes deeply, letting the aroma just about overwhelm her. For someone who had assumed she'd go the rest of a brutal, meager life without seeing a complete meal again, this is already bordering on surreal. She gets up and dresses, skipping over her training gear for once. It doesn't take her long to finish, but she hesitates at her bedroom door, nearly opting to wait for all the commotion outside to die down before stepping out to grab a bite for herself. Then she remembers that as far as food goes, she's been lured into socializing for much less.

That doesn't mean she has to be very socially adjusted about it, though. After standing there a moment, bleary-eyed and very much out of her element, Jane edges towards the kitchen where she spies Clara, who she's only shared glances with since her arrival.

"... Morning."