http://teds-up.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] teds-up.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-12-15 04:27 pm
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23 blueprints -- dictated/action

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some hot pads, then turns around and takes out another two trays, one at a time.

He takes off his gloves and deeply inhales the scent, giving a refreshed and satisfied sigh. Give him a few more moments, and he'll have a plate full of cookies in his hands as he steps into the lobby. Actually, he has the plate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other.]


Anyone want some gingerbread cookies? I swear, they taste so much better than they look.


((I think you know what this means! KISS TIME C: Planned/Unplanned welcome ofc.))23

[identity profile] helljumped.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a light sigh, though, before finally wishing up something to drink as well (and oddly enough, not alcoholic). Though anything he planned on saying was decidedly left to silence, as he stuck to eying the two of them with a quirk of a brow.

No sense in adding to a conversation if he didn't have to, after all.
]

[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
You two sound like eight year olds arguing, I hope you know that.

[Regardless, she's laughing a little, and she nods back to Ted in a return greeting.]

Kallen. Nice to meet you.

[identity profile] helljumped.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Kallen's words get a shrug, before he's taking another sip from his drink -

and then choking on it when hearing the civilian. Which is why he can't currently respond, as he's trying not to die.

But there is a whole lot of coughing and mingled strings of laughter, at least.
]

[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She opens her mouth to respond, but Rookie's choking immediately grabs her attention. Quick enough, she's over there, lightly pounding on his back with an expression mixed with slight concern and amusement.]

Remember to breathe. [She's really close to laughing herself. As soon as Rook stops gagging, she most likely will.]

[identity profile] helljumped.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
I know. [The words come out a bit raspy, but it's followed with another little cough and chuckle. Wasn't very long before he was regaining his senses and leaning back to eye Ted with a smile.] Glad you cleared that up, civvy.

[Then that question has him pausing, before he's turning to silently glance towards Kallen.]

Uh. [Then back at Ted.] We met in the kitchen. Over cake.

[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh. It was frosted like a watermelon. Pretty good cake, if I remember.

[Not awkward at all~]

[identity profile] helljumped.livejournal.com 2012-01-14 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[A nod hearing Kallen, grinning, before attention drifted right back over towards the architect with a shake of his head.]

No. Nothing like that. I just found her cutting up one when I was still new to the castle.

[AND SINCE WHEN DOES ROOKIE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT ANYTHING INVOLVING HIM? C'MON CIVVY.]

[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com 2012-01-14 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
We became friends during the world change with the ships and pirates. I'm sure you remember that one. Lots of water, hard to forget.

[She's still standing beside Rookie, and she does eye him at the mention of a birthday.]

[identity profile] helljumped.livejournal.com 2012-01-16 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's just going to pretend he doesn't notice that glance, yeap. Though Ted will get a look, before it shifts into an amused smirk.]

Says the one who didn't have to fight for the majority of it.

[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com 2012-01-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Or any of it, probably. I'd have loved to see him deal with the harpies.

[She moves to sit on the arm of the couch between them.]

So what about you two, huh? How'd you meet?