Operation: Baked Respite is go.

[feralfanatic]

Who: The Disciple and Gamzee Makara
Where: TO start over the network, then meeting up.
When: Current day is fine.
Style: Action, unless prose is preferred.
Status: Closed

[This last week had been exceedingly trying, and Disciple was quite ready to have everything calm back down. There was a couple of trolls she needed to meet, for different reasons. She had promised them all Cupcakes, yet she could not cook, at least not yet. She knew she would have to call on someone who could, especially considering what she was looking for in some of them. That left one troll who could help her, the purpleblood Gamzee.]

[She had recently been taught how to use her comm device better, and soon had the SFC filtered to send a video feed to his comm. There was a moments hesitation before she sent the message, this still was a subjuglator. She shook it off, and pressed connect. She needed to trust what the others told her about him.]

Hello. Is this Gamzee?

Comments

[420]

[Gamzee opens an eye at the beeping of his SFC. Though he is very clearly a very busy troll man being a very busy goose mom --which mostly involved letting Milenko run up and down his chest and peep at him, but man, he was really fuckin' involved in it, ok?-- he was never gonna be able to resist to shoot the wicked shit with anyone.

The caller surprises him for a moment, but soon an easy grin is plastered on his face again.]

You found exactly the right motherfucker. What can I do you for?

[feralfanatic]

[Just a simple favor, right? Just ask and be done. Look at that smile, is that the grin of one of subjuglators would wear? ...She didn't want to think about the answer. Just do it.]

Ahhh, yes. Hello. I know we haven't really talked much, but I sort of have a bit of a favor to ask. Something I need help with. Something, Ive been told, you can help me with.

[A small pause as thinks of how to phrase her question. Direct usually works.]

I need cupcakes. [A small cough.] I promised some to some trolls I'm going to be meeting with. I know you can make delicious ones. Some of the batch I... you know what, can we meet somewhere? I'd rather ask you face-to-face.

[420]

You know where my fuckin' crib be at?

[Hey, if she wants cupcakes, he'll have to make some for her anyway, right? He can only do that at home.]

It's just me and my lil' man here now. If you get here, we can jam about what it is you are wanting.

[feralfanatic]

I do not, unfortunately. I should think I could find it myself. But directions would probably get me there quicker.

[It occurred to her she was allowing a lot of her fine-tuned senses to atrophy, she would have to work to correct this. Later, right now cupcakes. She headed out the front of her hive, waiting for directions from the purpleblood.]

[420]

Aight, hold up.

[He quickly gives her the address and some directions to it. Of course there is a better quicker way there, but man, who cares about getting places quick. Sure isn't gamzee.]

I'll be waiting.

[feralfanatic]

[She follows his directions to his hive. So intent is she on following the directions, that it isn't until she is almost there that exactly how scenic the path she took was. I mean if she had turned left back at that intersection and went straight she could... Oh well, She had arrived, it was a moot point. She looks at the door, and with only minor hesitation, knocks.]

teach me not to read my tags, whoops.

[420]

[Knowing that someone was coming over to shoot the wicked shit with him, as they say in clown, was enough to get Gamzee off the couch and into a more active state than his previous calm lounging. It is because of that that it doesn't even take him too long to open the door when she knocks, leaning against the post, giving her an easy smile, with a little gosling peering out from behind his feet.]

Yo.

Re: teach me not to read my tags, whoops.

[feralfanatic]

Hello, Gamzee. Thanks for hav...

[She finally catches sight of the gosling, and her speaking stops. Two thoughts hit home at the same time. First off, She decided, She would never know what the expect when dealing with Gamzee. From his form of speech, to just about everything else about him, he was a trie wild card. Secondly, She decided she could trust him. She had seen enough to know he was like none of the subjuglators she had ever seen. The Gosling was the final straw that broke her proverbial back.]

[She catches herself staring, and laughs; a genuine laugh. She visibly relaxes, smile still hanging on her face.]

Sorry. Thanks for having me over. Whose your friend there?

[420]

This lil' bro?

[Gamzee leans down to scoop the little ball of fuzz and attitude up in his hands so she can have a proper look at him.]

This lil' motherfucker be Milenko. I found him. Summoner did all say he didn't have no motherfucker to be taking care of him anymore, and shit, I ain't all gonna be standing on for that, you get? So I've been taking care of him now.

[feralfanatic]

[Signless help her, the more he speaks the more she wonders how he can even be a purpleblood. Taking care of a tiny defenseless animal, simply because nobody else would. She knew lowbloods who wouldn't help like he was. Hell most of her entire race wouldn't stop to care for the tiny featherbeast.]

He certainly is cute. Milenko is lucky to have you.

[Summoner, huh. That's as convenient an intro as shes gonna get.]

So right... Why I was here. I was hoping you could help me make some cupcakes. I'm going to be meeting with Karkat and Summoner later; Different meetings. Karkat I promised cupcakes, so anything you think he would like. I also told Summoner I would... uhhh... Get some of the... 'special' ones you had made for your celebration. They were kind of fun. I told him we would try them someplace safe. [She smiles shyly.]

[420]

[The drugs help. A lot.]

Well, shit, if you all be wanting some of the finest motherfuckin' pastries ain't nothing you gotta be doing but say so. I can hook you up with a batch fresh as you please.

I'll make 'em for you right now even.

[feralfanatic]

Oh! That is wonderful! I would love that. I was hoping to see the Summoner as soon as possible. It's been a bad week, I think we both could use it. If there is any way I can help, let me know.

[420]

You ever baked?

[Getting to bake with someone? And getting to become better friends in the process and not have them complain about getting slime in the better. Best day ever.]

[feralfanatic]

Uhhh. [She thinks for a bit.] I can... no not really. I'm willing to learn, though.

[420]

Ain't no biggie, ain't no biggie.

[He laughs, motioning her along, touching her arm for a moment.]

Mean, fuck, look if this motherfucker can all make those miracles happen then they can't be none that hard.

[feralfanatic]

[She followed, only reacting with a glance when he touched her.]

I wouldn't sell yourself short. Those cupcakes were quite good. Its why I came to you for help. If what I help make today is even a fraction as good as what I had that day, I will count them a success.

[It may or may not be apparent to the purpleblood, but she is certainly carrying herself and speaking differently then was earlier in her stay here. She appears more confident; expressive.]

[420]

Awww, Kittentits, I'm sure we can up and be making those kind of motherfuckin' miracles be happening today too.

[He guides her to the comfortable, lived in kitchen. It is a cheerful place, and not the neatest. Several of the vatheon mugs that they got are lined up on the window sill, some filled with flowers.

Setting Milenko down in one of the many goose-boxes that have mysteriously sprung up all over the house since his arrival, he then looks around slightly thoughtful.]

Aight. So you is be wanting some shit real sweet to be satisfying my best motherfuckin' bro, and then some of this motherfucker's wicked pastries with the pimpest of green inside, yeah?

[feralfanatic]

[She may be willing to trust him now, and even sort of start to like him, His manner of speaking still frustrated her. Fortunately, it was a bit easier now that she had recovered some of her faculties. Still though, kittentits? She follows him through the Hive.]

Yes, two batches. I think we should take care to make sure the first batch doesn't get any of the fun cupcakes. I don't think Karkat would appreciate them.[Mischievous smile.] Just let me know what to do.

[420]

[He laughs.]

Naw, I'm all guessing that would get him up in his harsh again.

Just let me get my gander on for if I got all the stuff I gotta need here.

[He starts poking around in the kitchen, seemingly at random, gathering ingredients, bowls, spoons, cupcake tins to the table. Several times he revisits the same place. All in all, it could be more efficiently done, but in the end everything they need ends up on the table.]

You should probably all like that this.

[Here, let him hold out an apron.]

Pull them locks away so you ain't get all sorts of stuff on them.

[feralfanatic]

[She pokes around the kitchen as he is gathering materials. She hasn't cooked something in...she can't even remember. It will be good to learn something. Maybe she can surprise Signless, or little Nepeta, with baked goods some day. It looks like hes finally getting the last of what he needs, she turns her attention to him.]

All like...?

[Apron. He wants her to put on the apron. Oh. She dons the apron. Then at his second request, looks for a way to tie her hair back. She settles for a small strip of cloth off of her right arm. Unraveling it, she ties her hair back.]

Ok, Should be good. What is the next step? [She plays the eager student, ready ask questions. She really wants to learn. Its an itch that has been bugging her for awhile. Hopefully with this she could help scratch it.]

[420]

[He gives her a thumbs up, before looking over the collection of ingredients almost absently, trying to recall how this whole things goes again.

then he claps his hands together.]

Aight. First we all gotta set our miracles machine on. Let this motherfucker all take care of that shit and you could put those [He points at the paper cupcake liners] in there? [And another motion at the cupcake tin.]

[feralfanatic]

[She sets out to complete her task. Carefully picking up the cupcake liners. She quickly figures out how to separate them from each other, carefully placing them in the baking tin.]

[Yes she knew those things well. They were the only roadblock on the road to cupcake enjoyment. A relatively minor one at that. Disciple didn't know why they were necessary. Was it to protect the pan, or the cupcakes. She had learned to eat around them, before she was shown how to peel them off. She laughed inwardly.

Okay. I think that is done. One per slot, correct?

[420]

Yeah!

[And while she did that, he set the miracle machine-- oven to preheat. They'd need it!]

Aight. Now we all gotta be making that batter.

[He holds out the bowl for her to hold as he sets to work on pouring in the various ingredients. He doesn't really measure things, adding a lot of things simply be casual estimate.]

Now you gotta beat that shit together. You wanna?

[He holds out the wisk to her. Nothing but good old troll power here.]

[feralfanatic]

[She takes the proffered bowl, watching in curiosity as he haphazardly added ingredients to the bowl. She wasn't entirely sure, but weren't you supposed to measure? And now the whisk.]

Sure. I can try.

[Disciple shifts the bowl into the crook of her left arm, and accepts the whisk in her right. She took to her task, taking a while to realize a circular motion might be better then the stabbing one she had been doing. But eventually she settles into a groove the more or less ends with a smooth batter. It was surprisingly fun, laughter escaping her lips when the batter got a little unruly. Its looking like the apron was a good idea.]

[420]

You're a fuckin' natural at that.

[hey, who cares is she spilled a little. He has made worse messes than that. It's more fun to cook with a little mess than to always be so stiff and worrying about keeping shit neat.]

You keep doing that while I up and add these lil' bros, aight?

[He holds the eggs between his fingers just so she knows what is going on here.]

[feralfanatic]

Thanks! This is fun!

[She nods, not fully understanding, but trying to go with it. She shifts her position, holding the bowl out to him, still mixing with the whisk.]

Like this?

The eggs go in bowl, too?

[420]

Yeah. Ain't get how those lil' fuckers all do it, but trying to be making this shit without them just ain't work.

[Trust him. He's made eggless cupcakes before. Mostly on accident. It hadn't been good or magical.

He spins the eggs between his fingers for a moment, ever the juggler, before quickly breaking both of them against the rim of the bowl.]

Aight. Keep up on the motion.

[feralfanatic]

[Stir stir stir. Disciple is a little upset with herself with a sudden realization. This stirring is actually starting to tax her muscles, albeit only a little. She has been slacking around in the Holy Bros hive too much. She really needs to get outside and get back into peak physical shape. That's what she'll do then, once she gives her gifts to Karkat and Summoner.]

[She continues to stir, watching the eggs as they get juggled and cracked against the side.]

[420]

You sure you ain't ever did all make these? You doin' great?

[He lets her continue to beat the mixture, adding more milk and flour himself.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple laughs. That was a compliment... she thinks.]

Thanks. I appreciate the enthusiasm. The stirring isn't too bad, the real test will be when they are done cooking. So when is the mixing part 'done'?

[Stir, mix. Mix, stir.]

[420]

We can all like pop this shit in there and toss these lil' fuckers into the miracle machine now.

[He digs out the cupcake pan, holding it out.]

You just gotta pour some of that fuckin' stuff in there, aight? Ain't too much or it'll fuckin' spill at when the miracles done start doing their thang.

[feralfanatic]

Alright! lets... see... here...

[Her sentence drifts off as she carefully adds the mixture to the little cups. Some probably getting a little too much, some not enough, but most of them should make fine cupcakes.]

Uhhhh... Good?

[She looks to meet the eyes of Gamzee, wanting confirmation.]

[420]

Perfect.

[Gamzee scoops up the tray.]

Now we gotta put these lil' bros up at there.

[He motions to the pre-heated oven.]

And while they get it all fuckin' hot in there at, we make us some right miracle of frosting to be piling on them motherfuckers later.

[feralfanatic]

This is actually quite enjoyable. Thank you.

[All hostile thoughts finally banished from her mind, she had allowed herself to open up, ever so slightly. She was having a fair amount of fun, now that she let herself.]

Teach me the secret of your miracle frosting. I shall be the student; your humble pupil.

[420]

Ain't nothing as good as a couple of choice bros hanging out and getting their bake on.

[Selecting another bowl, he hunts down some things.]

Now see, my best bro, he loves his stuff sweet as a fuckin' miracle. So for him, we gotta make this frosting real sweet, you get? Other bros you'd be fine not making it all that sweet, but Karkat got himself a real wicked sweetfang going down there.

[feralfanatic]

Then, get our bake on we shall.

[She was even starting to understand him more... slightly.]

Okay then, Extra super sweet coming up for the one that I cannot call cute, lest he get angry. [She giggles.]

[420]

[It takes a while, but eventually everybody learns to understand Gamzee. Or ignore him.

He laughs at that though.]

He's really motherfuckin' cute though, ain't he?

[feralfanatic]

[More laughter, they were in this together now. Accomplices in their crime. Were they found out they would know the wrath of the Karkat.]

Oh yes. I haven't gotten to talk with him much, but when I did I wanted to jump through the screen of the little communicator and hug him. He's like a grumpy little Signless; It's adorable.

[420]

You should see the brother when he be watching his motherfuckin' films. Gets right into all that shit. Real fuckin' precious if you all be asking this brother.

[they really should make this frosting, but talking about Karkat is just so much more fun.]

[feralfanatic]

Unfortunately I've had little time to interact with him. I haven't even seen him except on the communicator so far. We were going to be meeting, but then things got disrupted by the chaos of the whole drowning... Its been a bad week...

But no time to dwell on that. Let's make some frosting!

[She claps her hands, a signal shes ready to contine. Also, a way to chase off where her thoughts were going. Today was a happy day, she would continue to enjoy it.]