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Star (silentstar) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-01-12 09:01:00

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james sirius potter, star

Who: Star & Open
Where: Main kitchen
When: Afternoon-evening
What: Star's got a new toy!

Star had stopped off at the thrift store on the way home that day, and she'd found something that fascinated her, in some stroke of luck the same thrift shop had all of the supplies she needed for it as well, ink tape and roll paper and even a multitool to un-jam the keys.

Sure, a typewriter wasn't as portable as her whiteboard or her notepad, but she was having fun with it if the repeated clickclickclick clickyclick click click click ding'zzzzz coming from the kitchen was any indication.

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king_james
2010-01-14 06:16 pm UTC (link)

All James wanted was to see if any of that pasta that one of the newer people had made had been left over. He could manage his way around the kitchen just fine but all he wanted was something ready-made or easy to make at the moment. However, as he made his way there he heard the most bizarre sound. A sound that had him have his wand at the ready.

The first thought that entered his mind was some other weird trashcan alien had managed to find itself in the kitchen. Yes, honestly, that was his first thought. James had moments like these. Nevertheless, he managed not to go running half-cocked and hexing the first mechnical thing he saw. Instead, half way there, he paused in his running (almost tripping on his own two feet) when the sound properly clicked. He had heard it before but it was so long ago. Now he remembered where. His granpa Arthur owned one of those muggle typing things ... Typewriters!

A sheepish expression crossed over James' features, relieved that no one had seen his extreme moment of stupidi -- .. err, silliness. Walking towards the kitchen, wand now tucked away, like a normal person he spotted Star. And he couldn't help but grin. "We've got to stop meeting like this." At least she wasn't hiding in a cupboard, coming out of nowhere and giving him a fright. As she had when they had been turned into children.

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silentstar
2010-01-14 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Star had hidden in cabinets a lot when she was a child, and not just when she'd been turned back to one for the week. She grinned at his statement, shaking her head and typing something up quickly before tearing the sheet off and handing it to him.

At the top was what she'd been practicing with, the full alphabet in both lower and upper case and then once through with both in a row. Under that, of course, was her actual note to him: We really should, people might start to talk =P So apparently smiley faces were something that had survived through the robot apocalypse.

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king_james
2010-01-17 02:45 am UTC (link)

James leaned over so he could properly read what she wrote. His eyes squinting, narrowing slightly in confusion, a bit lost at what she had placed after talk. Cocking his head just so, he slowly remembered what he had remembered seeing on the internet once. "Surfing" it when once extremely bored. That was one of the different ways of drawing a person sticking their tongue out. The amusing things muggles thought up with. He could see it when he focused the correct way, rather than the equal sign and a capital P that had had him confused.

Leaning back, he grinned. "Let them. A love like ours? Rumors can not stop." At the moment the Bonnie Raitt song entered his mind. He could play it on the guitar. Merlin, how he missed that guitar. It was like missing a part of him some days. "They cannot stop our romance." He gave her a wink for good measure. "What are you up to?" Yes obvious, so he clarified. "Just that? Or something else?" Not that he would have blamed her if she spent the entire day on the typewriter.

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silentstar
2010-01-17 02:55 am UTC (link)

She blinked, then again, and then laughed at the statement, as well as the wink, shaking her head and using her notepad instead of the typewriter, since she could still write faster than she could type, even though she was a fairly fast typist. The laugh was as silent as anything, pantomime, almost, and the note that followed was: Just this, found it at the thrift on the way back from work. And just what sort of love do we have?

It was a valid question, really, as far as she was concerned, though it was as much in jest as his statement had been.

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king_james
2010-01-17 05:44 am UTC (link)

For a second James paused. He very easily could have panicked, a part of him did want to. It wouldn't have been on purpose but an automatic, conditioned panic. That of a bloke who had been asked that question directed at him one too many times, from girls who refused to understand that a snog was a snog and not a full time commitment. Not that the fairer gender had the pitch on that. No there where blokes that had pulled that shite on him. From the most part he tended to get out of it easily enough, but for the times that he hadn't ... However, common sense lent that she was teasing just as much as he had been (dur!). But still, bad experiences tended to scar ... and scar a man.

"Uh .." He started for a moment before rallying quite well with a smile, "A mix and match sort of love. Like a sandwich." He said, looking at her, since when they were your that was what James had been making. Or how about when they first met, "Like a stir fry. A combination of the unexpected, and yet, that works oh, so well." Just for dramatic, affect, James grabbed an apple, breathed on it, shined it on the wrist of his sleeve (and it was clean thank you very much) and bit into the juicy fruit. Luckily enough, he'd actually been in the mood for said apple. Which just made his dramatic effect all the richer. Which fit just fine for someone like James.

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silentstar
2010-01-17 07:05 am UTC (link)

She tilted her head, looking distant for a moment, apparently mulling this over, though given as how the movements were exaggerated, it was pure melodrama. Finally she nodded, giving him a thumbs-up and writing: that works. Stir fry is delicious.

Star had grown up around soldiers, she was used to idle flirtation and even marriage proposals that were solely in jest. A moment later: so are sandwiches was added to the notepad, followed by: I'm going to make one, you in?

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king_james
2010-01-25 03:58 am UTC (link)

James nodded slightly, before responding with, "I've never been known to say no to a sandwich." In fact, it was a rare day when James would say no to food in general. It was a trait he shared with his uncle Ron. Reaching over, he pulled apart several sheets of towel paper and spread them across the counter. He frowned just for a second. He probably had gone a bit over-board there. With a slighter shrug, he continued on. Oh, well. Pulling out a knife, for the mayo and the mustard, he turned back to Star. "Need me to pull out anything else?"

However, the minute question was out, James turned back towards the drawer and pulled out a fork. He wouldn't mine some of the sliced pickles in his. Maybe cole slaw?

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silentstar
2010-01-25 06:08 am UTC (link)

She'd already returned the typewriter to default position and started getting bread and meat and cheese out of the fridge, she shrugged at the question, using the whiteboard on the fridge, since it was closer than her notepad: only if you want something else on yours that isn't out yet.

Star was used to making food for a whole platoon, if not a whole army, lining bread up on the paper towels, spreading mayo with one hand and mustard with the other, doing the same with meat and cheese.

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