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[xue_yang]

Who: Xue Yang and Anyone
Where: Kitchen
When: Fiddlesticks Day 17
What: Attempting at cooking? Yeah that is it...Feel free to stumble upon his attempts.
Warnings: It's Xue Yang..so there could be talk or actual violence



Xue Yang has some business to take care of in the kitchen. He doesn't know how to cook and he doesn't particularly care if what he is cooking actually turns out. He has made sure to pick a time when it would be quiet, before anyone wants to begin working on anything for breakfast. He had some activities last night that now require the destruction of anything that might tie him to that activity.

The item in question is already laid out in the bottom of the oven, the temperature set at 425 degrees because that just seemed like a decent place to set it. And to make sure things don't seem suspicious in the least, a pan full of uncooked bacon has also been set in the oven. He doesn't know if that's how you actually cook bacon but at least the smell of that cooking might mask the scent of something else burning.

He rummages around until he finds something that he can snack on while he waits for a certain item to no long exist. As he is doing that he notices the smoke that is escaping from around the edges of the oven door. That's either a good sign..or a bad sign. And he's not too worried so he's not going to open that oven until he is sure that the item inside is certainly nothing but ash. At least the room is smelling like bacon so part of the plan is working.

He finds some carrot sticks and munches on them as he waits.

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[magicurls]

"Ah, good morning!"

It's no longer Purple's turn at cooking, but the quiche she's craving requires a few hours of prep time, so it's best to start early if she wants it ready. There's a small blonde entering the room, taking note that one of the new Red members is here to do his assigned chore.

"Wow, you're getting an early start with...mm, bacon, right?"

[xue_yang]

He has positioned himself near the oven just in case anyone came in and got curious. As the blond comes in, he doesn't give off any indication that he is trying to hide anything, merely relaxing as his meal cooks through.

"That is the chosen ingredient it seems. I'm not adept at using the items in here so I started early to experiment."

[magicurls]

"Oh, well I was on the cooking team last month! So I can help. I was actually planning to make a quiche for my friends."

She briefly glances at the oven. Hm, it's cooking fast. "With bacon, it's best to cook at 400 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes. Have you been timing it?"

[xue_yang]

"Timing it?" He looks towards the oven. It's probably been pretty close to that at this point. He also figures the other item in there should be pretty well destroyed at this point but what is a few more minutes just in case?

"I've just been guessing. I like things a little more crispy."

[magicurls]

Mami sets her flour and butter on the table, beginning with a crust. "My name's Mami, by the way. I'm making a quiche, but it takes a few hours so I need to start. Don't worry about the oven, the dough mixing takes a while so I won't be ready for it for a bit. But while I'm getting things, is there anything else you need for your dish?"

[xue_yang]

"I haven't really considered anything else. The smell of bacon was the only thing I desired." To appropriately cover up the scent of something burning.

"Xue Yang." He does give his name though as he watches her start on her creation. "What is a quiche?"

[sobothersome]

No, smoke wasn't a good sign. Smoke made his nose twitch as he entered the kitchen. He'd just wanted a quick snack really. But seeing someone else there cooking gave him pause and very nearly had him turning back around again.

But the smell of smoke, even with the scent of bacon overlaying it, was too strong.

Maru sneezed.

"... Your bacon is burning. You'll set off the alarm." He mumbled as he walked away toward one of the cupboards to look for the cookie jar.

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang takes that into consideration and opens the oven door to peek inside at it's contents. A larger puff of smoke comes out as the door gives it the chance to escape but it dissipates around the room quickly. The article in the bottom of the oven seems appropriately unrecognizable at this point and the bacon..which he cares about far less..is certainly tending towards the crispy side but still recognizable.

"I think I'll give it a few more minutes. I prefer things to be more crispy."

Not really. he doesn't fully intend to eat the bacon and will most likely just leave it out should anyone actually like fairly blackened bacon.

[sobothersome]

Maru just stared at the guy. More smoke. Another sneeze and he wrinkled his nose.

He grabbed the cookie jar and stepped away from the guy... Was he deliberately being creepy?

"Right... Well if you don't want a bunch of people stampeding in here. Might wanna skip the charcoal." Maru turned and plopped himself down on the ground, legs crossed and took a cookie from the jar.

[xue_yang]

He at least turns off the oven. There is enough residual heat in there to do any final cooking. But that way he won't be creating any more smoke if it can be helped.

"I imagine there will be people in here hunting food soon enough anyway. You came looking so that must mean the time to eat is soon."

[sobothersome]

He held up his cookie and then moved to take a bite of it before he spoke.

"... Just wanted a snack. Don't know if anyone else will want one as well. Usually Pompadour will come and cook. Or the other guy. Someone'll show up to cook before people come in to eat." And he didn't think that was going to happen soon, but Maru could be wrong. Time was weird on the train, he was finding. There were no clocks. No sun or moon. No night and day. It was weird.

[xue_yang]

"I'm not familiar with who does most of the cooking though technically my team is apparently in charge of it right now." He waves a hand dismissively towards the oven. As if that is his entire reason for being in that place.

"I can't guarantee it will be good but at least there will be bacon."

[sobothersome]

Riiiight... Maru wrinkled his nose and glanced toward the oven. There was an underlying smell that was making his nose twitch. There was definitely more than bacon in there, but he he couldn't find it in him to care too much.

"Think most are fed up with bacon now. Especially charcoal bacon. Crispy is good. I think yours should be binned." It was a waste but even he wouldn't touch the stuff this guys was cooking, and for a vampire, he really wasn't too fussy on what he ate.

[popotostudies]

Red Team has arrived.

Or more accurately, Fandaniel has, with another armload of potatos. With a red team hoodie in the oven and the smell of burning bacon in the air, what could POSSIBLY go wrong with a red team member suddenly turning up?

Nothing, surely!

The ascian stops two feet in the door, sniffs briefly at the air, frowns, sets down all his potatos, and immediately heads up the stairs to the second floor without a single word.

He returns after a moment with a jug of vinegar, and still frowning, pours a fair bit into a large saucepan, then adds some water, and sets it on the offending stove.

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang notices the hoodie but doesn't recognize the person. He wonders if this one was with them on the last trip. It's hard to remember all the faces he encounters on this train. He watches as the team member places the vinegar inside the stove and quirks his eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

[popotostudies]

"Erasing the scent of blood and fabric," is the immediate flat answer. "Your burnt.. meal, such as it is, simply compounds unpleasant smells."

There's something in his bearing and tone that strongly radiates a lack of concern for whatever nefarious deeds might be going on. He isn't a hero. This might be an accident! It might not be! Maybe Xue Yang got hurt and doesn'tknow how to use a washing machine. "It isn't as if we can open a window."

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang smirks as he listens to the explanation. Not that he is going to try and clear up exactly why he chose to bake his hoodie.

"You seem to know a lot about that. Is it because you've had to do it yourself or because of another reason?

He is on the red team so honestly nothing surprises Xue Yang about his team mates and what they might be capable of.

[popotostudies]

"I have coworkers who are fond of splattering mortals across the scenery," Fandaniel responds blandly. "I've gotten stuck with clean-up before."

The vinegar-water is indeed, slowly inhibiting even the smell of burning bacon. It's going to take a little bit, and leaves a faint sour scent in the air, but that's better than burning blood, fabric and meat.

Xue Yang didn't strike him as the sort of person who'd know, or perhaps care, that there are alternate methods. "And just like contending with them, I don't much care why you're burning things. It's not my business. Just be aware there's going to be questions and very curious people if you try this method again. The train is small, and rumors spread fast." If that's not his goal, anyway! Maybe the entire point is to spread rumors!

Apparently what he does care about is beginning another pot of stew, by the struggle with a pot that begins next. All those potatos are for something!

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang shrugs and continues munching on carrots. "Perhaps I merely cut myself and since I dislike these articles of clothing anyway I decided to remove it the easiest way I knew how. That's the only rumor that needs to be told."

He doesn't really care about rumors, nor does he care what others might think. "Do you intend the fuel the rumors with what you've seen? Or will you have the same secrecy as with your coworkers?"

[soldier_blade]

Sonya only meant to head to the kitchen for coffee. The past several days, nothing but going in and out of sleep, now that they finally let her out, she still couldn't say she was hungry.

However, nor could she remain in her cabin all day, not after two days of essentially being fussed over. Military life had drilled into her the need to get up early, and even now the habit was apparently difficult-if not impossible to break. Another time and she would've gone to the gym for a morning workout of sorts, but the only limb she was able to move was her right arm-and that was getting plenty of exercise navigating the damn wheelchair she was confined to.

By the time she wheeled herself to the kitchen (and inwardly proud that her only good arm hadn't yet started to ache), the smell of bacon was strong and she was just able to see smoke coming from the oven. Without even acknowledging the young man first, she wheeled herself to the oven door and checked inside.

"You think smoking us out will get us home faster?" She turned off the oven and grabbed the nearest oven mitt.

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang watches the other arrive and proceed to the oven. He doesn't say anything when she opens it up, glancing inside to see what it looks like in there. All he sees in the pan of bacon which makes him content. So instead he looks back at her.

"Do you think that would work? If so then I can shove a few more things in there."

Not that he really has anything to go home to. Only death awaits him.

[soldier_blade]

"Possibly, but I don't see it coming out all that well." The way her luck had been, they'd probably end up stranded or otherwise stuck.

She braced herself as she tried to balance and set the sheet pan on the oven. "These need to be set on a paper towel covered plate to drain or they'll keep cooking in the grease."

All of this she would've done herself, but navigating and balancing were difficult with only one hand and ribs still on the mend. Most of her energy was spent on trying to suppress more move past the pain and restrictions than actually anything else.

[xue_yang]

Xue Yang finally comes over and looks at the bacon. He grabs something to hold the hot pan and takes it out of the oven. He stares at the bacon he really has no interest in eating but figures he might as well play along like he cares.

"Would you consider these a lost cause or should the effort be made to save them?"

[soldier_blade]

"They can be salvaged if you put them on a plate with a paper towel." Or she might have to do it herself; doable, but it would require a lot of careful maneuvering.

Frankly, she wasn't about to waste food, whichever way they went. She's had to salvage or go without food in the past, and had been to areas were food security wasn't a given; there was no way she'd let it go to waste if it could be saved.

The paper towels are..relatively easy to grab hold of from where she was sitting, but a look around revealed that the actual plates were in the upper cabinets. She could open those with some effort, but the actual items she needed were just out of reach.

[xue_yang]

"Not one for asking for help, are you?" Xue Yang walks over and grabs a plate from the cabinet, handing it to her. He has since abandoned the pan of bacon on the table while he went to get the plate.

He grew up on the streets and food had always been something hard to come by but since becoming a cultivator he has made sure he always got whatever he wanted. It's not like he likes to waste food, but in this case it was more a distraction then anything and he figured someone would desire it despite how crispy it might be. His team is in charge of cooking but that doesn't mean it has to be good cooking.