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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 11:08 pm
springforth) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 11:08 pm
Delicious use of honey within (Closed)
Who: Persephone, Nita, LO, Zetta so far
Where: Kitchen & Laundry
When: Backdated to Day 4
What: Persephone makes delicious honey things and helps avert a bubble crisis
Warnings: None so far
b>A. baklava is my comfort baking
(Closed to Nita and LO)
Persephone waited a few days. Mostly because, who wants to make their own phyllo dough? No one. No one without a great deal of insomnia to deal with and or nothing better to do. Which means she was going to do it in like a week, right before their mission inevitably popped up. But she discovered through the offerings in the dining hall that there was premade phyllo dough and she was sold.
Persephone has ended up sticky, honey on her cheek and probably in her hair, the smell of nuts and baking phyllo wafting through the kitchen. It reminds her of home in a way that sometimes makings her want to cry and sometimes makes her want to throw open the doors and invite everyone in to try it. She had to fudge the recipe, the one provided is not Hestia's after all and definitely not the one she altered from Hestia's. But it's close enough to give her this deep warm feeling.
When someone arrives, she's pouring the honey syrup over, focused on watching it disappear beneath the layers of phyllo. Or perhaps they arrive when she's cutting them into neat little pieces, two big industrial size trays of the things.
B. the wrong washing setting
Closed (For Zetta)
Hefting a large jar of honey in one hand and a bag of walnuts in the other, she elbows her way into the storage car, not really paying attention to the surroundings so much as keeping a hold of precious precious baklava making cargo. What happens next is a comedy of errors. She slips on--something, walnuts--gone. Fallen from her hand. She flails out for something solid, wham, other foot out from under her, honey slipping from her hand. But the fall lands with her sat on stairs, the honey caught in a miraculous grab for the ages.
And then she finally notices the bubbles. The bubbles that were totally not here when she came in here to get all of these things earlier. Nope, it had been utterly free of bubbles, suds, the gentle trickle of water down the stairs. Oh no. She sets the honey on the nearest shelf and clambers carefully up the stairs.
"Oh dear.
Where: Kitchen & Laundry
When: Backdated to Day 4
What: Persephone makes delicious honey things and helps avert a bubble crisis
Warnings: None so far
b>A. baklava is my comfort baking
(Closed to Nita and LO)
Persephone waited a few days. Mostly because, who wants to make their own phyllo dough? No one. No one without a great deal of insomnia to deal with and or nothing better to do. Which means she was going to do it in like a week, right before their mission inevitably popped up. But she discovered through the offerings in the dining hall that there was premade phyllo dough and she was sold.
Persephone has ended up sticky, honey on her cheek and probably in her hair, the smell of nuts and baking phyllo wafting through the kitchen. It reminds her of home in a way that sometimes makings her want to cry and sometimes makes her want to throw open the doors and invite everyone in to try it. She had to fudge the recipe, the one provided is not Hestia's after all and definitely not the one she altered from Hestia's. But it's close enough to give her this deep warm feeling.
When someone arrives, she's pouring the honey syrup over, focused on watching it disappear beneath the layers of phyllo. Or perhaps they arrive when she's cutting them into neat little pieces, two big industrial size trays of the things.
B. the wrong washing setting
Closed (For Zetta)
Hefting a large jar of honey in one hand and a bag of walnuts in the other, she elbows her way into the storage car, not really paying attention to the surroundings so much as keeping a hold of precious precious baklava making cargo. What happens next is a comedy of errors. She slips on--something, walnuts--gone. Fallen from her hand. She flails out for something solid, wham, other foot out from under her, honey slipping from her hand. But the fall lands with her sat on stairs, the honey caught in a miraculous grab for the ages.
And then she finally notices the bubbles. The bubbles that were totally not here when she came in here to get all of these things earlier. Nope, it had been utterly free of bubbles, suds, the gentle trickle of water down the stairs. Oh no. She sets the honey on the nearest shelf and clambers carefully up the stairs.
"Oh dear.
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Where to begin?
"You know about life on different planes of reality, right? Back home, a lot of people are fascinated with the idea of life on different planets - other worlds and galaxies - but most never really believe it."
Which was occasionally maddening. "They go nuts over unexpected objects in the sky, though; those are 'unidentified flying objects', or ufos colloquially."
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"I suppose I don't understand the obsession with life on other planes, we have life on various... Different planes, I guess you could call them."
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"Probably it's a combination of not wanting to be 'alone' in the universe - and just not realizing how much already exists where they live."
Magic in the mundane, to mangle a cliche.
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Living with mortals has been strange. They think about weird things sometimes. She thought they'd be weirder though.
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"You get all kinds of multiversal setups, that's for sure. Some places are right on the in-between, where it's all too easy to go 'sideways' in time, for example."
Look, it was really memorable that one time she'd ended up encountering the ancestor-of-elk or whatever it was in Ireland, okay?
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Stories are one thing but to see and experience it... She covers the last pan and turns back to her, curious.
"Have you gone through time?"
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"I have. Both planned, and otherwise. Have to be real careful about it, though."