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paradisa2012-01-24 10:59 pm
themistress) wrote in paradisa2012-01-24 10:59 pm
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[It's a bit late to be in the kitchen, really. But Mistress is a somewhat nocturnal creature (the night time is the best time for large and elaborate parties, after all), and she gets a little bored when the lobby calms down in the evening.
So tonight, she's decided to explore the kitchen. And though she's from medieval times, it's not the microwave or the refrigerator that's caught her eye. Oh no.]
What are all these foods, exactly? So many of them, in so many layers of wrapping.
[You see, Mistress is used to less-processed food, served with goblets of wine and mead. More modern foods have piqued her curiosity! She's currently sitting on the counter in the kitchen, journal perched in her lap.
Every single piece of processed cheese in the refrigerator has been unwrapped and laid out methodically. Ding-Dongs and Swiss Rolls have been stacked into thoughtful pyramids, with swords stuck through them. There's a large and explicit painting on the floor, done entirely in condiments (mayonnaise and a pickle have been put to particularly good use). Potato chips seem to have been of particular interest, as Mistress has opened and tried every flavor she found in the cupboards.
There are some greasy streaks in the journal as she wipes her hands.]
Are things not made fresh here? Everything seems to be in its own little bag and stored. And who created this barbeque potato chip? I need to know.
[ OOC: open in the kitchen or over the journal. And here is her obligatory permissions post link. ]
So tonight, she's decided to explore the kitchen. And though she's from medieval times, it's not the microwave or the refrigerator that's caught her eye. Oh no.]
What are all these foods, exactly? So many of them, in so many layers of wrapping.
[You see, Mistress is used to less-processed food, served with goblets of wine and mead. More modern foods have piqued her curiosity! She's currently sitting on the counter in the kitchen, journal perched in her lap.
Every single piece of processed cheese in the refrigerator has been unwrapped and laid out methodically. Ding-Dongs and Swiss Rolls have been stacked into thoughtful pyramids, with swords stuck through them. There's a large and explicit painting on the floor, done entirely in condiments (mayonnaise and a pickle have been put to particularly good use). Potato chips seem to have been of particular interest, as Mistress has opened and tried every flavor she found in the cupboards.
There are some greasy streaks in the journal as she wipes her hands.]
Are things not made fresh here? Everything seems to be in its own little bag and stored. And who created this barbeque potato chip? I need to know.
[ OOC: open in the kitchen or over the journal. And here is her obligatory permissions post link. ]
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Oh, I see. Are you going to be a scholar, Ritsu?
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[he's struggling to say the word 'yakuza', but instead something else comes out.]
What the hell is going on?!
[Granted, he doesn't stop it, but that's because touching her in turn would probably kill him at this point.]
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[To be fair, this is only a touch more sadistic than she treats everyone, so she can't imagine why it would be particularly upsetting to him. Maybe it won't be, since she's working her hands under his shirt.]
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Why... are... you... d-d-doing... this? We... j-just met, and... I'm ugly, and... I didn't do... anything...
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[he laughs as nervously as one can make it.]
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Thank you for making them for me.
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[Wait. She actually... stopped?]
... You're... welcome, Mistress. Goodnight!
[Not going to take any second chances. He gives her a quick bow, and heads for the doorway. Not sprinting, but that's not a slow walk either.]
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She just waves at him, beaming.] Goodnight!