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Peeta Mellark is Bringing Pastry Back (not_hijacked) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2011-04-05 23:53:00

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!random pairs, dean winchester, peeta mellark

Who: Peeta Mellark and Dean Winchester
What: Random meeting and flying pans
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The kitchens
Status: In Progress

Peeta ducked as a pan flew past him and he had the urge to throw it back, but chances were the strange little man that had thrown it would just vanish again like he had when Peeta had swatted at him with the wooden spoon he'd been mixing the batter with after the first pan had narrowly missed him. Since then Peeta had just tried to ignore him, hoping he'd get tired and float away, but that didn't seem to be happening.

Instead, the little man picked up the pan and another wooden spoon and started banging it while singing some song that made no sense at all. Really, all Peeta had wanted was to bake something and now he could feel the beginnings of a headache starting.

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reality_porn
2011-04-06 04:27 pm UTC (link)

Dean was on his way down to the kitchen for an afternoon snack when he heard the banging and the singing. He wondered briefly if one of the chefs had gotten drunk on their own cooking wine, but further investigation proved otherwise. Though he supposed the transparent figure might have been a drunk in lifehe had run into a trio of loud, drunken ghosts earlier that had been carousing and caterwauling about happy hour--he doubted it had actually been drinking now.

"Peeves!" he called gruffly as he entered the kitchen. He'd heard some people call it a poltergeist, but it wasn't nearly as dangerous as most poltergeists he'd exorcised on the job. It wasn't exactly a vengeful spirit, either, but it certainly was a pest. "That's about enough out of you!"

Picking up a a cast-iron skillet from the counter, he swatted the spoon out of the air that Peeves threw at him, and continued to advance. "I said--" Dean raised the skillet and backhanded the poltergeist with it, causing the spirit to dissipate. "Enough."

As soon as the ghost was gone, he turned and grabbed a canister of salt from the cupboards and sprinkled a line of it across the bottoms of the doors, along with any windows in the kitchen. "There," he said, turning to the harried youngish baker. "That should keep him out of your hair for a while. Need a hand cleaning up?"

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not_hijacked
2011-04-07 02:40 am UTC (link)

Peeta's head snapped towards the door as the other man came in and yelled, what must have been, the little man's name. He watched as the man waved the spoon at it and then proceeded to put salt across the doors and windows. He didn't know exactly what that did, besides waste salt.

"Uh, sure. Thanks." Peeta set his bowl down as he surveyed the kitchen a moment before picking up the closest pan and setting it on the counter where he was mixing things, "Thanks for that, by the way. I almost gave up on this pie, which would have been a shame since it's been months since I baked anything."

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reality_porn
2011-04-07 03:02 am UTC (link)

Dean looked up from the salt he had continued wasting, his features perking up at the word pie. would have explained what the salt did, but it wouldn't make much sense, so he didn't bother. He'd rather just let it do its job.

"You are speaking my language, man," he said, "Always a pleasure to rescue a pie in the making. And that sounded a lot dumber than it did in my head."

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not_hijacked
2011-04-07 04:16 am UTC (link)

Peeta quirked a brow at the other man, but smirked slightly, "I'll be sure to make you one as a thank you for getting rid of that pest." He collected another pan before going back to the bowl he'd been mixing the pie filling in, "What's your favorite kind?" Peeta didn't mind making two, after all, he hadn't been left with much time to bake between the games and he obviously couldn't bake during.

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reality_porn
2011-04-07 04:44 am UTC (link)

"Apple? Cherry? I'm really not picky when it comes to pie." Dean grinned. It was his favorite food, rivaled only by bacon cheeseburgers. He finished salting, but he kept the skillet within arm's reach, in case the ghosts didn't follow the rules. He really, really hoped they would, though. He was looking forward to the pie.

"I'm Dean, by the way," he said, scrounging around for something to tide him over in the meanwhile. "Been stuck here long?"

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not_hijacked
2011-04-07 04:55 am UTC (link)

"There's plenty of both here." When Peeta had first come to check out the kitchens, he'd found that they were stocked with everything he'd need to make almost anything he wanted. There was definitly more supplies here then the family bakery at home; then again this was the Land of Make Believe.

He started adding a few indrediants to the bowl as he glanced over at Dean, "My name's Peeta. The kitchen, about an hour, the castle a little over a month. What about you?"

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	reality_porn 2011-04-07 05:00 am UTC (link)
	Peeta. It sounded like an animal rights activist group, or Peter with an accent, but did didn't comment. He was getting used to hearing names that sounded unusual to his own ears. "Must be a couple months by now," he said, "Probably not more than three." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	not_hijacked 2011-04-08 06:27 am UTC (link)
	"Have you learned anything about this place since you've been here?" Peeta asked as he began mixing the dough for the pie crust. As weird as this place was, it was definitly better then fighting for his life in the Arena, but at the same time, he was worried about his family back home. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

reality_porn
2011-04-08 03:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean gave a noncommittal sort of grunt and shrug. "Aside from the fact that it's called the Land of Make Believe, located on the planet of Imagination?" he asked. He shook his head. "I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd say it was just that--the product of someone's overactive imagination. And maybe some hallucinogens. But I don't know."

He wished he had his car, so he could take a road trip around the city. Maybe see what things were like outside the city limits. "You really have to question people pretty thoroughly if you want to know anything. But it's really just a matter of asking the right question."

The question was, what was the question. Because the answer was clearly not 42.

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not_hijacked
2011-04-11 01:04 am UTC (link)

Peeta listened to Dean as he kneeded the dough with his hands before sprinkling flour on the counter top and placing the dough on it. "I wonder if the other people in town are like us. Although if this is a product of someone's imagination then they could be too." He frowned slightly as he took the rolling pin in both hands and started flatting the dough.

"So, what was that you were doing with the salt?" He finally asking, glancing towards the doorway where Dean had sprinkled salt across the threshold.

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	reality_porn 2011-04-12 10:34 pm UTC (link)
	"Spirits are...well, spirits," Dean said, "Ethereal. Incorporeal. Whatever. Salt is solid. Earthy. It disrupts the energy that allows them to manifest. You put down a salt line, they can't cross it." Simple as that. Dean didn't really care how it worked, as long as it worked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

not_hijacked
2011-04-17 02:36 am UTC (link)

"That's interesting. Where would one learn something like that?" Peeta asked, rolling the dough flat before arranging it in the pie dish, "I mean, you weren't exactly surprised to see...Peeves when you came in." Peeta really wasn't sure what was more strange, being taken from the Arena and plopped down in some strange castle or the fact that there were ghosts and people who apparently knew how to fight them.

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reality_porn
2011-04-17 03:18 am UTC (link)

"It's kind of the family business," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. It wasn't something he often shared under normal circumstances, but these weren't exactly normal circumstances. He might as well educate his peers.

"Anyway," he went on, "Most folklore starts from a kernel of truth, so if you research the old wives tales and stuff, there's a lot of information that's been handed down. Especially among families of hunters--monster hunters--like mine. Thankfully most these ghosts that have shown up here seem pretty more annoying than vengeful."

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