two . action

[misconceived]

WHO Chris Halliwell / YOU
BROADCAST Accidental video on the SS Huntress / closed thread to Cole.
ACTION Kitchen of the SS Huntress / on to the SS Wonderduck
WHEN January 19th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COLE♪.

huntress / open broadcast.
[ Whatever's going on, Chris is pretty intent on it. He's mucking about in the kitchen working with the meager supplies and there is definitely the smell of chocolate protein stuffs everywhere. He started on it the night before but now that he's messing with it in earnest it smells... fantastic, actually. There's semi-solid chocolate, gel chocolate, gel peanut butter, all getting mixed up real well and chilled inside the mini-fridge.

Is he making brownies?! ]

call to Cole Turner.
So... I know, I know. Don't remind me. But can I shimmer over today? I want to see you. In person.

[ Beat. Maybe he needs to up the ante. ]

I figured out how to make brownies.

wonderduck.
[ No matter how Chris gets there, he's on the Wonderduck again with some of his makeshift brownies and something else kind of clunky-looking in a bag. Feel free to assault him for being new or unknown or carrying chocolatey perfection. He's not going to be handing it out on his own, you know! ]

Comments

action on the huntress;

[merchantprince]

[Varric is pleasantly surprised when he smells something AWESOME coming from the kitchen. Chris is welcome to notice a familiar dwarven face just... slowly rising over the counter... and kinda stopping prematurely, because he's short.]

That smells like food. I didn't know you were a miracle worker, Prickly.

[misconceived]

This? It's pretty simple. Do they even have brownies in... wherever you said it was?

[ Yeah Chris doesn't think it's all that fancy. He really would have liked to go all out and make a cake, but the stuff on the waystations are an insult to culinary pursuits and he isn't going to subject Cole to that. So, brownies with what they've got. ]

Let me guess. You want some?

video;

[got_it_memorized]

[That sure does look convincingly like brownies. How did he manage that? He watches for a moment, like maybe he could glean just how this was accomplished, then decides to commend him on his efforts.]

I'm impressed--you actually make this flavored toothpaste look appetizing. Planning to share your culinary masterpiece?

[misconceived]

[ Chris startles, looks around, notices the console that's on in the kitchen. He glowers at it, then turns back to his mixing. If the consistency isn't right, then the whole point is moot and he'll have to start over. ]

Yeah. With someone specific.

[got_it_memorized]

[He makes an oof sound and turns away with an exaggerated look of injury.]

So stingy. There's enough there for at least three people.

[misconceived]

[ Chris scoffs in amusement. ]

You don't know how much he eats. [ Beat. ] Besides, it's really not that hard.

[got_it_memorized]

[Not that hard?] Ah, but you underestimate my laziness.

What's the occasion, anyway?

[misconceived]

Guess you don't want brownies that bad, then.

A birthday. I mean, with the way time works here and what time it was back home, it's... not actually, but the date is right. [ Shrug. ]

[got_it_memorized]

Oh, I do~ I just want someone else to make them. I'm all thumbs in the kitchen, you see.

Oh, a birthday? Where's the party, then? I'll light the candles.

[misconceived]

Then get someone on your own ship. I don't even know who you are.

No party, and I'm pretty sure we've got the candles down. [ That is to say both Chris and his father can conjure fire just fine on their own, Axel. Bit sarcastically: ] Thanks, though.

private audio

[devilsinthedetails]

You're still grounded, Chris, so why don't you take a shuttle or let me come pick you up? Or...

[He pauses as if to do something and there's an annoyed sigh after a long moment.]

...or just do one of those. Your choice.

And I will accept your bribe of brownies. Still not letting you shimmer over.

private audio forever. or until action happens.

[misconceived]

[ At the pause, Chris is getting more and more amused just trying to figure out what it's about. ]

Or... what?

[ Some noise as he gets his things together. Shuttle would take forever, come on now. ]

[devilsinthedetails]

I was going to pull you over here, but that didn't work, obviously.

[If he still had his Wasteland powers, it would have worked. God, he misses his Wasteland powers sometimes. Doesn't miss the crazy that came with it, but he did like the powers.]

So, shuttle or are you going to accept hopping onto my shimmer?

[got_it_memorized]

Who, me? My name's Axel--got it memorized? I don't think anybody on my ship knows what to do with this crap anyway; I've got a computer geek, a scrawny kid, and some new guy who just looks like a grouch. You, though, you've got some finesse~

What, no party? Really? [He makes a face.] You're never gonna get good ratings with that kind of attitude. What's the point of having a birthday with no party?

[misconceived]

Yeah, I don't think you're strong enough to pull people across space, Dad.

[ Chris might be, but that's why he doesn't have apportation. Because the world hates him. ]

I'll hop your shimmer. Shuttles are so slow.

[misconceived]

Gee, guess they weren't kidding when they said the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach. [ COMPLIMENTS WILL NOT HELP. These brownies are for Cole. ]

Some people just don't do parties. [ There's a bit of a grump at the idea of ratings, though. ] This is private, anyway. If you're lucky, maybe he'll throw one for himself later.

[got_it_memorized]

Hey, when all you've got is a kitchen full of goo and flavored tofu, somebody who can make something decent out of it is a pretty precious commodity! Maybe you should give lessons.

Oh please, who doesn't like parties? We're even docked on a planet, so you could invite everyone. I still say you're just being stingy.

[misconceived]

What, and give up my commodity status? [ He pauses. ] Wait, you're serious? No one's thought of this before?

If you want to throw him a party, be my guest. I'm not the one getting my face melted off if he's surprised by it.

[got_it_memorized]

[He shrugs.] I haven't been here that long. So far as I know, no one's thought of this before. I ain't a cook, all I see is tofu and toothpaste.

[He looks intrigued then.]

Facemelting, you say? Do tell~ I've been known to do a little facemelting myself, on occasion.

[devilsinthedetails]

All I need is some practice. Pulling people across long distances is different than pulling an athame.

[The eye rolling is nearly audible.]

You really have gotten spoiled by magic use. Tell me when you're ready and I'll pick you up.

[misconceived]

It's all flavors and consistencies, that's it.

Oh, God. [ Chris looks kind of the opposite of interested when Axel responds positively. ] Never mind. Forget I said anything.

[misconceived]

Have you even pulled a person before? Any distance?

[ Heyyy what's that supposed to mean? ]

Like you aren't. I'm good whenever.

[got_it_memorized]

Can't unsay what's already been said, my friend, and I never forget~

[misconceived]

Right. "Got it memorized." Cute.

Anyway, if you missed his entrance then there's nothing I can do to help you here.

[got_it_memorized]

I was more going for 'clever', but in a pinch 'cute' will do. By the way, I didn't catch your name...

[He thinks for a minute. Entrance? ... Ah.] Oh, that guy? With the...? [He makes a vague gesture around his face. Yes, the guy with the face.] I can see a guy like that melting some faces, I'll admit. So he's your dad, though? [Yes, he's nosy and goes through all the broadcasts.] I'm not really seeing the resemblance; I'm gonna guess you got your ma's eyes.