Vriska: Bake?

[wagers]

[THERE'S A TROLL IN THE KITCHEN!

Pretty much. It's the spidery lass, trying to do... something. Kind of. Maybe. Well, she figures if it's such a big deal for people, she can do it too! And be awesome at it.

What's she doing, you may ask? Well, she's decorating cookies. Frosting them, if you will. Yes, there are about four dozen cookies (because she likes thinks in eights ok) on the kitchen counter, being splattered with light blue frosting and... chocolate chips?

Whatever. They look like this.

Admittedly, Vriska isn't the best at this, but she's trying. And that's all that matters.]

Wow, fuck the ghosts! I can't see why people don't take matters into their own hands more often! Sure was a lesson you all learned, right?

No, just kidding, though. This place is going to mess with us whether we like it or not, so it's like, why not try to ride it all out like real winners? Show your real endurance! Or, you know, cry about it all or something.

[And she's squirting dat frosting. Feel feel to bug her! She'd do it if she were in your shoes.]


_{[John Egbert, Jane, Adachi, Nepeta, Steph, & Ray FILTER]}

[Hi, Vriska actually likes you!

You six will get a batch of the cookies that actually turned out! There are eight each and they're all shaped like spiders BET YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHO THEY ARE FROM. React as you will.]


_{[Rose Lalonde FILTER]}

[You're getting the cookies she burnt. They're black and crispy and unfrosted and they don't even look like spiders maybe. At least it was lazily wrapped in a lavender box!]

_{(ooc. open, via journal or in person. whatever ever!)}

Comments

filtaaa

[secondchances]

[The journal happens to pick up this confusion:]

Octopi?

foeeveret

[wagers]

[!!!!!!!]

What?

[secondchances]

Huh? Wha--oh. Didn't know I had this thing open.

Uh... hi!

[wagers]

Funny how that happens, isn't it? [Squint........] What are you up to?

[secondchances]

Me? Just inspecting some sea creatures.

:33 < filter

[rogueofheart]

[These. Are the cutest cookies Nepeta has ever seen! After taking a brief moment to admire how cute they are, she wastes no time in chomping right into one of them.

And talk with her mouth full.]

Fwisfa! Did you make fese? Fey're frrrrrreat!

forever!!!!!!!!

[wagers]

[Oh, god. Nepeta solved the mystery!]

Ew, what? Gross!

[rogueofheart]

[Nepeta thinks she's referring to her talking with her mouth full, so she quickly works to chew her food so she can be understood better.]

I said these are really great! They're really cute, too. Did you make them all by yourself?

[wagers]

[Thanks for not being a rude slob anymore, Nepeta. God.]

Why, like it's hard?

[rogueofheart]

Isn't it? I mean, you have to be extra careful not to cook them too much or they'll burn. And you have to have artistic abilities to draw cute little spiders on them, too.

[She's just going to bite the head off of one right now! YUM.]

DAT FILTER

[cyan_maid]

[Jane's been wondering who sent these cookies! They're not perfect, but they taste good and she can tell that the baker worked hard on them. Also, free cookies. Who in their right mind would refuse them?]

Hoo hoo! I quite agree, especially when such efforts result in delectable treats.

Might I take a guess and say that you made these frosted cookies, Vriska?

YEYE

[wagers]

[Darn it! She was hoping no one would notice before she shut the journal! Welp, better indirectly own up to it. Maybe.]

Whoa, whoa. That's quite the accusation you got there, Jane. Where's your proof?

LIKE, FOREVER

[cyan_maid]

[She needs to show her proof! Like a real detective!!]

Hoo hoo! Well, the frosting was colored the most lovely shade of blue! Don't think I haven't noticed you have a sort of affinity for it. Your entry also spoke of doing things for ourselves, and these cookies were definitely made recently by someone in the kitchens, and not a ghost.

I also could have sworn I saw you turn the corner when I first found the cookies, but I might have been mistaken.

[wagers]

[Damn it, Jane! Stop being so perceptive!]

Wow, pretty spot on there, Jane! How do you know this wasn't just a giant masterminded plan to test out your sleuthing skills? What is that had been my true intention?

[cyan_maid]

Well, if it WAS a test, then I would have to assume the next plot you have in store would be an even harder caper to crack!

Filter

[ectobabble]

Oh, wow, Vriska! Did you make these? They look GREAT! [quiet woofing] No, Blue, get down, these aren't for you.

FOREVER

[wagers]

Uh, maybe! Maybe not. Why do you aaaaaaaask? [::::)]

[ectobabble]

I guess it might be a coincidence that someone sent me blue spider cookies, but ... it'd be a really, really weird one, that's for sure. You must be havin' a good day, then, yeah?

[wagers]

Maybe. Who knows? Either way, I figured it was something to do. Not like I can eat all these myself, you know what I mean?

[fluthlu]

[Sometime later in the day, Vriska will receive a Thank You note via ghost. It appears to have been trampled on thoroughly, held partially over an open flame, and possibly had tea spilled on it.]

[wagers]

[Because I don't have a tablet Vriska is not one to shy away from such a CORDIAL response, she writes back!]

Oh, Lalonde! Fuck Thank you very much for sharing your witty perception.
I knew comparing your intelligence to a lard8east was certainly the way to go!
I am so ashamed I had you formerly pegged as a dung8east, 8ut I'm glad you proved me wrong!
Right 8ack at you, as always! ::::)

[Filter]

[dupable]

[ It takes a minute to figure out what is going on when a plate of cookies arrives in his room. He is munching on one (as his loss decrees), staring at the cookie trying to figure out what it is when the ::::) face finally hits him and he opens the journal to try and contact her about this. ]

Hey, Vriska. Did you make cookies?

FOREVER

[wagers]

[OH SHIT, IT'S JOHN. AAAAAAAAH--]

Maybe. [Grin.] What's it to you?

[dupable]

[ Even though it kind of sucks that he has to eat them, he can at least acknowledge that she probably did this to be nice! He's torn between begging her never to do it again, and thanking her for the gesture.

Probably the second, so far he's yet to be able to tell people he doesn't like baked goods while he's got them in hands, only when they're talking about them normally. ]

I don't know! Maybe, just maybe I found some cookies that seemed pretty darned spidery in nature.

[wagers]

[Hmm, he doesn't sound like he's vomiting from every orifice so it appears as though Vriska did something right with these things! Not that she'd think any less of herself. Hot damn!]

Spidery, huh? Guess spiders aren't so gross now, are they?