Sarah Connor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} know_your_exits) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-20 01:41:00 |
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When: Morning
Where: Community kitchen
What: Making breakfast
Rating: TBD, probably low
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Sarah had felt an odd sense of deja vu at first, when she had seen a few of the same face in public.. but fortunately she had rushed back into the apartments before risking a confrontation if one was going to happen. It was seeing more than one person with the same face that had gotten to her. Such a thing wasn't uncommon where she was from. It usually meant that it was machines posing as humans. Infiltration. Blending in, tracking their target, and then eliminating it. But several things had impressed upon her that her initial perception had been wrong. For one, the man seemed more human-like than cyborg. Plus there seemed to be emotion. Bit of a creepy feeling, of course, but emotion. There was feeling. Nothing could copy that as far as she knew. And she had been hearing about the man from reading comments on the boards. Similar to the terminators, this Master had replaced every single human on the planet... everyone except arrivals and the natives that helped them. World leaders, generals, soldiers, politicians, normal citizens, everyone was the same man. And the idea of what that person would do with all sorts of weapons that very likely was in arm's reach... well. Maybe it was best not to think on that too much. She decided that going out wasn't the best thing to do for a while. Hopefully the kitchen would remain stocked for a while. Perhaps she could go rustle up some food, maybe even cook something for other people if they were hungry. Sarah would swear not to burn any pot roast or other meat this time.
But to be fair, she was a bit preoccupied with an urgent phone call that last time. Still.. Cameron should have opened the oven then. She recalled the cyborg protector's words, telling her exactly, down to the second, how long ago the roast should have been removed. But this was different. She could focus on the task at hand. Like getting breakfast. That would be simple enough, she thought, since she was actually a waitress in another life. So, after waking up earlier and taking care of some other things, Sarah had made her way to the kitchen. "Now, let's see," she said as she approached the cupboards. There was cereal, cookies, soup, bread, oil, and probably a bunch of other things. Then something caught her eye. "Pancakes.. alright, that will do fine," she said with a slight smile, taking it and setting it down on the counter. Then she got other things she needed such as.. spatula, frying pan, plate, syrup, spoon, mixing bowl, and butter. She had made the pancake batter first. As she started to cook now, using butter first and then pouring the mix into the pan, it seemed like second nature to her. Pancakes she could most definitely do. It wasn't long before she flipped them accordingly, cooked them til golden brown and had eventually had a series of four on her plate. Seemed to be enough for a meal. Unless.. well, one never knew when you'd have company in this complex, so she glanced to the door to see if she was still alone. If she wasn't? Well, then she would just simply make a few extra if anyone else wanted some as well.