christina wants to go home (canada; freezes time) (freezeframes) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-09-09 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! narrative, chris barbary, nawal bechara |
WHO: Chris Barbary/open
WHAT: Cleaning up a mess and frosting cinnamon rolls
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHERE: Girl's kitchen
WARNINGS: none
STATUS: completed narrative/open log
Chris was in the kitchen. Cooking and baking were things that she did when her mind was going a million miles an minute and she needed a pick-me-up. When she needed to get a little more control over her life. She may not have had any say in the fact that she was in Australia, or that Gio wasn't calling her back, or that later this week she was spending her first birthday away from home ever, but she could control exactly how much flour and sugar and water went into these rolls. So she would. She'd spent a good portion of the money in her account buying the supplies she needed for these cinnamon rolls, but she'd get it back on her birthday, and so far it seemed like money well spent. The dough had been made and the rolls assembled earlier, left to rise, baked, and now cooling on the counter. The smell alone was making her feel better, almost like home, where she and Marlene would bake up a storm after bad days. Now she was mixing the frosting, and had almost lost track of the time when her phone made its ding, signaling a new email had come. She checked her phone and noted it was 7:02, which meant that IVI's internet was up, sending and receiving any emails that had been queued for the past 21 hours. She scrolled through her account quickly, finding one from her mother, one from a cousin, and one from Hania - the last one no doubt more of the saga of her and this boy she was crushing on that had a girlfriend - but none from Gio. That meant two days since he'd emailed her and, too stubborn to want to be the one to email first, Chris hadn't either. Sighing, she sat down heavily on the nearest chair, not paying attention to her elbow, which had knocked into the bowl and sent the frosting flying. "Shit!" she said, jumping to her feet and freezing the room as quickly as she could, hoping to salvage as much of the frosting as possible. Only a little bit had splattered on the floor before the bowl and its contents froze in midair and Chris gave another exasperated sigh as she reached over for a towel to clean the mess before the items unfroze again. [ there were 6 pie tins of cinnamon rolls available in the girl's kitchens as of Sunday evening, with a sign that said "free for the taking!" though it wasn't signed. they were yummy, if you were brave enough to try unsigned treats! ] |