Keep Meg & Amy From Cooking Party

[kitchen_maid]

There are streamers over the door and glitter is flung generously (if randomly) about over countertops. (To be on the safe side, the girls have used edible glitter, like that on the cookies they handed out as invitations.)

There are large signs posted above the stoves and ovens with picture of Meg and Amy and the words "NOT ALLOWED" in large and bright red letters below them.

It can only mean one thing.

There's a party in the kitchen, and someone has got to keep these girls from cooking.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is perched cheerfully on the table, next to a variety of ingredients, including flour, sugar, cheese and brussels sprouts.

(Hey, you never know.)

Every so often, she'll pick up the bag of flour and heft it, thoughtfully, just to make sure people get the right idea of what they're supposed to be doing.*

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

There are . . . people in the kitchen.

Boromir surveys them. He crosses his arms.

"Neither of you are Gil," he observes.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

When Ben heard noises in the kitchen, he ignored them at first. When they began to sound entirely unlike cooking, he came to check it out.

"Meg?" On the table. In the kitchen.

[OOC: I couldn't stay away. :D]

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Meg," Gil says with a note of warning. "What do you plan to do with that flour? Come to that ..." he flaps his hands at the decorations, "what's all this about?"

[venusadept_2]

Felix enters, looks around, and blinks. "I take it this is the prevention party?"

[theravenboy]

[ooc: Not exactly here right now. Slowtime?]

"Are you sure you should be holding that, Meg?" says Bran Davies.

[kitchen_maid]

"Meg! Meg, we have guests! Oh, and this is for you."

It's an apron. It's pale purple. It has toe shoes on it.

Of course.

[obligatoryass]

"I heard there would be food," Logan says, managing to make it sound extremely suggestive. "Is it true, or just a vicious rumor?"

[stilljustandrew]

Hey, you.

*Andrew's already tying on a red apron that reads WHEN THE GM SMILES, IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE in bright yellow block letters.*

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina has party Radar, and would show up at the opening of an envelope.

(Hey, you never know who else might be there . . .)

At any rate, here she is.

"Hello. I'm Trina Echolls, of course."

Greet Amy

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has stationed herself near the door. She's acquired a number of aprons in wildly improbable colors and patterns from Bar, so that their guests can protect their clothes from the ravages of baking.

Or, you know, just get into the spirit of things.

Re: Greet Amy

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred opens the door, and then leans against the doorframe.

Eyeing both of them.

At the same time.

...it takes years of practice eyeing younger knights. Also people who might attack you. Anyway, he does it.

"...you two are crazy."

Re: Greet Amy

[badinlatin]

Mal had received the...kinda sorta edible invite.

And promptly feared.

But he is Mal! Spitting in the face of fear! Or glittering the face of fear, as spit is not good in a kitchen.

Wow, Mal is cracked in my head right now. Say hi to Amy, Mal.

"Hi, Amy," Mal says, very obediantly. "Any damage yet?"

Re: Greet Amy

[iopenthings]

Door pokes her head through the door.

"Hullo," she says. "Is anything wrong? It's awfully noisy back here, for a morning."

Re: Greet Amy

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Gil looks at the stranger apprehensively. If she's another one like Meg he could be in real trouble. "Er - who are you?"

Re: Greet Amy

[theravenboy]

[ooc: Not exactly here right now. Slowtime?]

Bran Davies seems rather bemused by the selection of aprons. "A good thing it is that I am wearing sunglasses."

Re: Greet Amy

[venusadept_2]

Felix is, presumably, no longer standing in the doorway.

"Aprons? I certainly hope there won't be blacksmithing here."

Re: Greet Amy

[deserved_it]

Eustace looks amused and vaguely wary in about equal proportions.

"Hullo, Amy."

He eyes the aprons.

Re: Greet Amy

[obligatoryass]

"You can't expect me to wear one of those," Logan says. The aprons look scary. Very scary. Almost as scary as cooking.

Ingredients and Cooking

[kitchen_maid]

There is a dizzying array of ingredients and cooking utensils spread out on the counter. There is also a book, Basic Cookery, which has been highly decorated (with glitter, of course) and given a place of honor, as a source of inspiration.

Come over, cook something, or just watch (and talk to) your fellow guests as they do so.

Re: Ingredients and Cooking

[badinlatin]

Mal immediately gets to work broiling a nice steak - medium rare, thank you - in preparation for the rest of his dish, humming a song in Mandarin and wiping his hands down the front of his pants even though he's got a towel to do so with hanging out one pocket.

Food

[kitchen_maid]

The table in the middle of the room hold piles of plates, cups, cutlery, and napkins, but, as of yet, no food. There is coffee, and tea, and a large bowl of punch.

If you've cooked or baked anything of any degree of edibility, this is the place to leave it.

And, if you're feeling brave, this is the place to try your fellow guests' creations.

Re: Food

[obligatoryass]

Logan is waiting. He doesn't cook, but he eats. Boy, does he eat.

Messages for Bar

[kitchen_maid]

In one corner is a table, with cookies like those the girls used for their invitations, tubes of brightly colored icing, and bowls and bowls of glitter.

A sign has been carefully lettered (if badly spelled).

Please Take a Momment to Leave a Mesage for Bar, to Thank Her For Every Thing She Does. The Cookys Will Be Deleivered to Her After the Party. Thank You. -- Meg & Amy

Re: Messages for Bar

[kitchen_maid]

Amy takes a moment, and a tube of green (mint flavored) icing, and writes very carefully on a cookie shaped like a tea kettle,

Bar, Thank you very much for everything, espeshully the Book, which has been our inspearashun. You are just a dear. Love and kisses, Amy

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Frantic rats aroused Gil from his sleep and he wandered into the kitchen yawning then blinked at all the goings on.

"Bloody buggering hell, what's goin on in here?" he demanded. Everard squeaked and waved his paws towards the bar.

Gil sighed. "I suppose a memo was out of the question. Ah well, as long as they don't get in the way while we're trying to fill the other orders, let them have their fun."

He grinned - like everyone else he was prepared to bend a lot of rules for Meg Giry, even Health and Safety ones - and went to make himself some tea.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

After looking about for quite a while, Asar-Suti finally saw what he had come to look for - horns!

Threading through the throng, he made his way towards where he thought he'd seen horns.

"Gil," he said when he reached the place and there was, indeed, the faun he wanted to see, "is this an invasion?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

At some stage during Saturday evening, Asar-Suti came down from the library to look for Gil, see if he was still busy, or whether Doctor Lecter had taken over for his shift yet.

Instead, he found the kitchen full of people he didn't normally see there, and craned his neck to see if there were any horns in evidence. Because he was rather short (and Gil wasn't exactly tall, either), this was slightly difficult.

So, here was one somewhat bewildered and somewhat violet deity, standing by the door and staring about.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy smiles brightly. "Hello. I'm Amy. Can I help you?"