magneto. (magnetized) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-02-06 10:52:00 |
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watch what you think, they can read your mind.
The Players: Erik Lehnsherr and --no really, see the notes. EVERYONE...sort of.
What: A strategy breakfast with Santa Claus the X-Kids
Where: The Manor's kitchen/dining area
When: Day II of ~VISITORTIME~, mid-morning
Rating: Erm. I'm going to say PG to PG-13, mostly for language. That means we get one use of the scariest of swears, you guys. We should hold a raffle.
Notes: IMPORTANCE. This is a true open post; anyone can jump in at any time. I'm going to make one "main" thread where Erik will actually lay out his concerns about the Visitors, but all other threads are welcome as long as they are in fact taking place in the Manor's kitchen. If your character has any reason to be there at all, they're welcome to wander by and take part. Please. Spam my inbox, I love stalking your threads.
The fact that Erik is - and has since been since about day two - the one who cooks for the motley little crew that remains of 'the CIA's new Mutant Division,' presents a certain domesticated image that is, in fact, entirely false. Having literally taken the spatula directly from Charles' hand ("your eggs are too runny") speaks to as much, and Charles, being Charles, hadn't complained or made much of a protest. He thinks Charles might even like it a little, one less tiny responsibility in a sea of thousands of them.
So Erik cooks. It's eggs, toast, bacon and fruit; ergo not exactly a gourmet spread, but it is filling, flavorful, and through no fault of Erik's own, imbued with the kind of indefinable extra something that comes from cooking for people he cares about.
It's really a pity that it's not just breakfast.
In fact it is a reason to have everyone gathered together in the same place, the fact that there is food is just a lure--not really. Erik thinks in terms too pragmatic to be really manipulative, and more to the point he rarely bothers. ("We're having a meeting. Be there.") Pragmatically speaking, people think better when they aren't hungry. He won't start the business of the meeting until everyone's had a chance to get something to eat, but its presence hangs in the air as surely and heavily as the ship hovering in its unrevealed intentions above them.