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Tweak says, "Venice at sunset."

Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-16 12:31:00

Entry tags:

eliot spencer, open, quinn fabray

Who: Eliot and Quinn
What: Stealing things from the kitchen
Where: Community kitchen
When: Slightly backdated to the evening of January 15th
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

The sign outside the coffee shop had advertised the best chili in Lawrence, but seeing the actual product had Eliot skeptical. Standing in line to order a cup of hot tea, he watched a few of the patrons come away from the counter with bowls that looked more like they were filled with a tomato soup that had seen better days than what they were advertising. But the idea of chili, with the weather the way it was, had been an appealing one.

Once he'd gotten back to the complex, he'd dug out everything he needed for the old recipe. Well, almost everything. A few of the things he thought he'd had turned out to be minimal or nonexistent. Even if he was cooking enough for a few people, he needed more than what he had. He was used to growing his own food when he had his own place. Here, it was just easier to borrow from others. So it was either the kitchen or the grocery store. The latter sounded quicker and smarter than the former.

Heading back down to the kitchen, he set the half-finished Styrofoam cup on the counter and headed for the fridge. Whatever he grabbed, he'd replace in the next couple of days. For now, he just wanted a decent dinner.

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overthebra
2010-06-17 01:24 pm UTC (link)

The kitchen was the place where Quinn's current craving lived, an entire packet of popsicles she'd made Puck buy her, they were amazing, and they were hers and if anyone had stolen them Quinn would not be held responsible for her actions. He'd told her he'd left them in the freezer part of the fridge downstairs with a note saying they were hers and told her that there was juice there too. He wasn't always an egghead she supposed. He had his moments, though why he couldn't have just handed her the licorice she didn't know. She finally managed to get to the kitchen when she realised she wasn't alone and that there was someone at the fridge. If they were taking her popsicles she thought she might cry. Irrationally. Might even be foot stomping, she couldn't say there wouldn't be she thought amusing herself, if no one else. Puck said she wasn't funny. But what did he know.

"Are there popsicles in the freezer with my name on them?" she asked, "If so can I have an blue one." Yes blue, she was sure it was a kind of fruit, but currently it was blue. It was unlikely anyone had stolen it, it being January and cold and everything. But dammit, Quinn wanted popsicles. She looked around while she waited to see were they there still and smiled, "You making chilli?" she asked curiously, judging by what was on the counter, he was. She'd have to get him to make her extra spicy in a few months. The books said that was a good plan.

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_thatswhatido
2010-06-17 05:14 pm UTC (link)

The only place Eliot was raiding happened to be the crisper. He had just about everything else, except some spices. As much as people cooked down here, he could probably find what he needed of those too. Pulling open one of the fridge drawers, he pulled out a pepper, checking it over before reaching over to set it on the counter. As he did, he realized he wasn't the only one in the kitchen anymore.

Nudging the drawer shut, he shut the door and pulled open the freezer. Sure enough, there was a box of popsicles with a note attached. "There are if your name happens to be Quinn," he replied. Like he was going to say anything if she wasn't. Guarding someone else's food wasn't one of his priorities. Pulling open the top of the box, he pulled a couple out until he found the blue one. "If you're not, I wasn't an accessory to this," he told her, the faintest hint of a smile the only sign he was joking.

Setting the box back in the freezer, he shut the door. "Trying to, if I can find what I need."

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overthebra
2010-06-17 05:39 pm UTC (link)

"My name does happen to be Quinn, and if those are my ones, the note threatens that a guy called Puck will kick your ass if you take his babymomma's popsicles?. I'm so lucky aren't I?!" she said, voice laden with sarcasm. But at least now she had popsicles. He'd done that right at least, she decided, as she moved across to take it from Elliot and work on opening the thing. They were irritating, she could never find the little tear that made ripping them open irritating. But she'd work it out, she had to, popsicley goodness demanded it. "I suppose it makes more sense than eating this in January but I don't claim to make sense of food right now. Plus I'm way too warm. I turned the heat down in my apartment but its not helping any." She finally got the popsicle open and started work on it, wondering if this was her life now, random conversations over chilli making. She couldn't learn to fight, she wasn't any good at the book stuff, she was pretty sure she'd suck at being a mom, But she could be social.

"So, how long have you been here?" she asked wondering if he'd eventually get annoyed at her interrupting his cooking and ask her to leave. She would if he asked that but she was curious about the chilli, her mother had never let her watch the maid make food, it hadn't been right to interrupt her doing her job. So as long as she could stay here and listen then that's what she would do.

"Do you have to put in those bean things?" she finally asked

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_thatswhatido
2010-06-17 07:54 pm UTC (link)

He took the explanation in stride. The popsicles were hers, given to her by the kid who was the father of the baby she was carrying, named Puck. He found it hard to feel even slightly intimidated by a teenager with that name, but at least the kid was looking out for this girl. He could give him that. "The luckiest," he said dryly as he opened the fridge door again to see if there was any tomatoes present.

Eliot snorted softly in amusement at her explanation. "The way I hear it, when you're in that condition, just about anything goes when it comes to food." His sister had been the same way back when she'd been pregnant with her son.

Giving up the search, he shut the drawer and then the fridge door, turning to lean against it. "Almost a year," he replied after a moment. "Twice." And the entire couple of months he'd been gone in his time had only amounted to a month here. "Some people get to go home not too far in, others get to stick around." He glanced at the supplies he'd collected and shrugged. "Not necessarily. I do but it doesn't look like there is any."

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overthebra
2010-06-20 05:28 pm UTC (link)

Quinn watched amused as the guy, she thought he might have been Elliot was working out what to put in his food. She might have to ask for some, she liked Chilli. She'd actually have to ask him once she was close to her due date could he make her some. Her pregnancy book had said food like that could help bring on the labour if it wasn't happening itself. So she'd keep that hapilly in mind. She wouldn't ask Puck to make her food. She was kind of terrified as to how that would go. He could keep getting the popsicles.

"Not anything. I can't deal with cucumbers right now which is weird cause generally I love them. But I think Puck is sort of afraid to cross me. But I'm kind of fine with that. Is that wrong?" she asked with a grin. Elliot's words gave her hope though, that maybe she might get home. But what if it took her and not Puck, or him and not her. That would be messed up. "If I did go home I think it would have to be both of us. Do you think it' do that, whatever keeps us here?"

"We should get some of the beans" she said quietly, changing the subject from the unpleasent and confusing seal business that she was still having trouble understanding

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_thatswhatido
2010-06-20 07:52 pm UTC (link)

She was asking the right person when it came to that. "What? Is it wrong someone's afraid of crossing you? Hell no," he replied with a laugh. "Enjoy it." That might not have been the best answer but in Eliot's world, most of the time it was a good thing. There was always that ass that decided to hire out to take care of the problem but for the most part, one more person scared to cross him was one less problem he had to deal with.

Eliot hesitated, closing his mouth. It wasn't an answer he had to give much thought to. No one here long enough to see people come and go did. But he was talking to a worried kid with a baby on the way. "No one knows," he said finally, going with tactful honesty. "We don't have an idea of how the seal works. Sometimes it takes people together, sometimes it takes them separately." Then sometimes, it brought them back months later, from different places in their lives or without remembering they were here to begin with. "It's possible that it might." If it decided to send them back at all.

"There might be some in the pantry." The change of subject wasn't unwelcome. It was one he'd been over a million times in his mind and grew frustrated every single time when he came no closer to an answer than he had been before. "You mind checking for me?"

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overthebra
2010-06-29 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Quinn laughed, more amused than anything else about it. She probably shouldn't have been so entertained by the idea of people, mostly Puck being afraid of crossing her. She'd take it. "Y'know I think I will" she said with a grin looking at the guy again after a moment and squinting slightly. "Do people tend to be afraid to cross you then?" she asked. He'd always seemed nice from the little she knew of him before, friendly, and of course he was making Chilli, and she most definitely approved of that. It was just the way he talked on the boards sometimes. She'd probably be afraid of crossing him herself. Didn't mean he wasn't a nice guy, and kind. She appreciated that about him. Even if he was being blunt with her, she could loose Puck, she could loose him and be left here with her kid and nothing else, or she could go home and leave him here. She didn't think it would bother her.

"Thanks for not sugar coating it. Most people might I guess, but I appreciate it that you didn't. I guess I can just hope it doesn't decide to be that cruel. Do you think...its a person, is it a sentient thing messing with us?" That said though, Quinn was more than happy to take the oppetunity to check for the beans instead of thinking about what she'd just asked, she didn't want to imagine some all powerful something taking her choice away from her and pulling her from her world to another and then putting them back, seperating her from the people she needed around her now that she had no one else. Quinn moved to the pantry and started looking around for the beans hoping they weren't too high up. She didn't do so well with high up lately.

"How do you cope with it, back and forward like that. Do you remember being here the last time?" she asked, finally placing the beans and taking a small tin of them back to the Kitchen to Elliot as she waited on him to respond to her

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_thatswhatido
2010-06-29 10:14 pm UTC (link)

He was amused by what this Puck kid was going to be facing once Quinn took full advantage of the situation. Better the man responsible than the bystanders. Eliot smiled slightly. Were people afraid to cross him? If he was in the right place and time, the answer would have been yes. He had a reputation that wasn't too far from the truth. The people that knew of it knew crossing Eliot Spencer could be one of the last things they did in their life. "Yeah, they do," he replied after a few brief seconds of silence had passed. "I think most people are like that. No one appreciates being messed with." It was just the reaction that varied.

"You're welcome." He crouched down to find a pot in one of the cupboards. Pushing aside one of the bigger pots, he found the smaller one. Lying or making it easier wasn't going to do anyone much good. Quinn seemed to know there was a chance she'd be separated from her boyfriend, friend, whoever the guy was to her. Telling her that wouldn't happen wouldn't do her much good. "Depends on what day we're being messed with." He stood and set the pot on the stove. "Been tricksters, angels, whatever comes through that damn seal." And he hated it every single time he was blindsided. His head had been messed with more in the past year than in the past thirty three years for him combined.

"Yeah, I remember. When I got back, it sort of faded because it's nothing you talk about without seeming crazy. Like having a bad dream." Grabbing the cutting board and a knife, he turned to grab a few stalks of celery and washed them off before he started chopping. "Some people show up again and they're from a different point, don't remember a thing from the first time they're here."

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