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driftfleet2018-08-17 11:33 pm
ultima_mortis) wrote in driftfleet2018-08-17 11:33 pm
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Pockets of Posies
Who: Death and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Caprine
When: Today
Action - SS Caprine (Kitchen)
[Death cannot hum, owing to the fact that he lacks fleshy bits of any kind meant to really facilitate such a process. Not that he doesn’t have an impressive baritone, but the closest he can come to is quietly speaking words out loud with rhythmic pauses meant to accompany music.
Passers-by of the kitchen will see him fiddling with long strips of pie crust as he arranges them over the tops of tins containing his latest attempts at baking. Following the success of the fruit pies and tarts and their cookie cousins, he is moving on to pot pies and the cheeky mincemeat.
Naturally, this calls for other forms of experimentation. Poppy nibbles happily on scraps of meat as Death very carefully curves around the strips into an intricate looking spiral. He takes a step back to admire the work and a new poem springs forth from his jaw.]
LAVENDERS BLUE, DILLY DILLY… LAVENDERS GREEN…
Broadcast - Live from the SS Caprine
[The pie is still steaming when he turns on the feed to show how the crust came out. It’s rather intricate for a pie, but his shoulders are the set hump of someone who is quite proud of himself. Poppy climbs his sleeve to get upon his shoulder and meows loudly at the communication device.]
NOT BAD FOR A FIRST TIME TRYING AN ORIGINAL CRUST. I THOUGHT OF SPIRALS FOUND IN NATURE AND ATTEMPTED TO RECREATE THE OVERALL SHAPE.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Caprine
When: Today
Action - SS Caprine (Kitchen)
[Death cannot hum, owing to the fact that he lacks fleshy bits of any kind meant to really facilitate such a process. Not that he doesn’t have an impressive baritone, but the closest he can come to is quietly speaking words out loud with rhythmic pauses meant to accompany music.
Passers-by of the kitchen will see him fiddling with long strips of pie crust as he arranges them over the tops of tins containing his latest attempts at baking. Following the success of the fruit pies and tarts and their cookie cousins, he is moving on to pot pies and the cheeky mincemeat.
Naturally, this calls for other forms of experimentation. Poppy nibbles happily on scraps of meat as Death very carefully curves around the strips into an intricate looking spiral. He takes a step back to admire the work and a new poem springs forth from his jaw.]
LAVENDERS BLUE, DILLY DILLY… LAVENDERS GREEN…
Broadcast - Live from the SS Caprine
[The pie is still steaming when he turns on the feed to show how the crust came out. It’s rather intricate for a pie, but his shoulders are the set hump of someone who is quite proud of himself. Poppy climbs his sleeve to get upon his shoulder and meows loudly at the communication device.]
NOT BAD FOR A FIRST TIME TRYING AN ORIGINAL CRUST. I THOUGHT OF SPIRALS FOUND IN NATURE AND ATTEMPTED TO RECREATE THE OVERALL SHAPE.
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[Granted, mostly because the concept of "leftover meat" had become so impossible in his day-to-day life that he wouldn't have even considered what to do with such a thing.
But the kitten is cute. Really, really cute.]
I'm guessing you're the cook with another one of the ships, then?
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[Death is very attached to his little kitty. She sits comfortably nearly anywhere on him and purrs at the slightest touch. Perfect animal.]
THUS FAR, I SEEM TO HAVE NOT LOST MY TOUCH. I HAVE GOTTEN GOOD AT COOKIES, FRUIT PIES, SOUP, AND NOW MEAT PIES SEEMS TO BE THE NEXT ITEM TO ADD TO THE PROVERBIAL MENU.