crawl_the_walls (crawl_the_walls) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-21 10:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~otis wyatt, ~pace matthews |
Domesticated for the day
Characters: Otis and open
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Location: Laundry Room/Kitchen
Warnings/Rating: Otis swears
Summary: Breakfast and chores…wee!
Status: Open, ongoing
Water water everywhere…and well plenty to drink but the week would be a whole lot better if it was something fun. So far the week hadn’t been too damned odd though; Otis had to give it that. Sure there was a ton of water and eventually they’d likely have to go swimming but compared to some things that wasn’t overly bad. Otis just made sure every time he made a trip to the Keep he brought back grub. Not that they let them really store it in the cabins anymore but he could usually get a day or two out of the stash for Chrissie and him before having to venture back out. That had been the plan for Monday actually (survey the…lack of land and get food for a few days) but he’d sort of been distracted by the giant box in the Keep. And then Dahlia announcing that they were tvs and then…taking one, not only to his cabin, but to Dahlia’s cabin for her too. Then he took some time to get the tablet synced to it…
Then watched a movie and fell asleep.
So super productive Monday.
He was working on making Tuesday a little more productive. For one he’d managed to get up decently early (before eleven) and start some coffee. His shower was all nice and eye opening too…with the whole lets only be cold and then try to burn your skin off function it seemed to be stuck on. That bit of water fun made him think doing laundry was going to be problematic somehow…but he was going to have to give it a shot anyways. Clothes were sort of important…
Which is why after talking with everyone in the cabin for a while (human and cats) he headed to the Keep with the laundry basket on his head. Apparently he couldn’t have the clothes getting wet before they were going to get wet…logic wasn’t his strong suit today.
Once there Otis headed straight for the laundry room…and hung out there for a good ten minutes to make sure the washer wasn’t going to explode or anything before he figured it was safe enough to risk walking away. What the water was like inside the washer he had no idea…but fingers crossed his clothes were still his size when they came out.
With one task started Otis moved onto the next, and in his opinion the most important, food. Ah glorious food.
His plan when he got up was to go all huge breakfast style on the Keeps kitchen…and it was still his plan. It just happened to be likely on the too late for breakfast side of things. Which…didn’t really stop him at all. If no one else felt in the mood for breakfast still, it would leave plenty left in the fridge for tomorrows morning meals.
If Otis didn’t eat it all.
Singing along to himself (and waving to anyone he saw) Otis started to prep the kitchen for cook-a-thon. Pans were dragged loudly out of cabinets and the fridge was raided for all the essentials. Bacon, eggs, there may have even been a steak pulled out (frozen wasn’t the best quality but throw it in with some eggs and yum). Normally he’d pair that all with toast or pancakes but what was really sounding like a good idea (albeit messy) was french toast. He added pulling some extra bowls out to his list of ways to destroy the kitchen.
At least when he destroyed it he generally cleaned it up…after he ate.
Otis was cooking along; singing away, when he remembered that maybe checking on the laundry with the weird ass water fun going on this week, may be a good idea..
“Please clothes be all normal sizes…” a mutter as he turned some burners down and dashed all long legged through the Keep to the laundry room. Where…well the first load was done and when he took the items out they didn’t feel all scalding hot or anything. “Well…heres hoping.” He remarked as he tossed all the clothes in the dryer and headed back out to the kitchen.