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Tweak says, "Hell to the No"

Kenzi Malikov - friend, warrior, heart. (ex_the_kenzi392) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-03-26 20:49:00

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ginger, kenzi

WHO: Kenzi and Ginger!
WHAT: Pretending not to be worried about stuff back home while making a mess in the kitchen.
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: Complex kitchen!
RATING: PG-13 for the inevitable Kenzi-speak.

Yeah, Kenzi had needed a break. After she had gone and gotten herself all Kenzi-napped by Inari - the psycho-bitch Kitsune who had decided that slapping on Kenzi's face and stealing her life would be just swell - some quality time away from the Fae and all their inevitable shit had been in order. In her book, that meant more time at home pretending that the entire incident had never happened, less time being locked in a cave with hairy, growly, monster-people...thingies. Instead? Some magical, apocalyptic, extremely rude seal decided to zap her into a world where everything seemed to be just as ( if not more ) screwy as home was. In conclusion: this was not the break that Kenzi had been looking for.

Screwed as her priorities were, the end of the world wasn't even the thing about being dragged to this hot mess that bothered Kenzi the most. Bo needed her right now. Trick had unloaded all that Dawning info on them before Kenzi had gone poof and, if what he was saying was true, Bo was gonna need her to watch her back. But how was she supposed to do that from all the way over here?

Anxiety and Kenzi didn't mix that well, yet her worries didn't seem all that interested in jumping out of her head just yet. With a growl of irritation that probably would have made Dyson laugh, Kenzi looked down at the table in front of herself, finally taking in the mess of a sandwich that she had distractedly concocted for the first time since she'd stalked her way into the kitchen. Bread, chocolate chips, maple syrup, marshmallows, bananas...onions, butter, pickles, ketchup?

"Deeeee-licious," Kenzi muttered sarcastically. Black boots scuffed against the floor as she turned, leaned against the table littered with the wild assortment of items that she'd pulled from the fridge earlier, and folded her arms across her chest. Mutated sandwich. Still a thousand times better than a mutated Under Fae version of Bo. What if she failed the Dawning? What if...? Nope. No. Kenzi threw her hands into the air and pushed herself away from the table with an air of finality. Not happening. No way. No how. Her girl wasn't going to flunk this stupid Fae evolutionary exam. She'd find her way back before then. She had to, right?

Kenzi peered down at her sandwich, nose wrinkling at the sight of ketchup on chocolate. It was possible that ordering pizza would have been a wiser dinner arrangement.

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onefiercebitch
2013-03-27 05:05 am UTC (link)

Ginger had not had the best time lately. Between everything that had happened with Maleficent and everything going on between her and Peter lately, Ginger's head was a clusterfuck of a place to be. She was still having flashbacks to being one of them for that short while. She had been terrified--of herself, of having to stay with Damon, of whether or not it'd be a permanent thing after the bitch was gone. It was definitely not something that had helped her relationship with Peter at all. And neither was anything lately, it seemed. Her idea to try and start over hadn't exactly gone over the best. Sure, he'd agreed to it in the end, but he was hurt by it, which she didn't want. She just wanted a way to start over, to get to know the Peter he'd become, and try not to let her knolwedge of the Peter he used to be influence her. It wouldn't be easy, but she had to try.

One thing that Ginger's mother had taught her was how to cook. And bake. It was part of this whole ideal her mother had about things women just needed to know. Not that Ginger minded it. She'd liked the time it gave them together and honestly, the skills were useful. Plus, it gave her something to do when she had energy she didn't know what to do with. Or couldn't sleep. Or was stressed.

She headed down to the complex kitchen, not sure what she intended on making but definitely intent on baking. She noticed the girl standing there by the table and the assorted items on the table behind her. Ginger's eyebrows shot up at the concotion. "What is that?" she couldn't help the words flooding past her lips. The...thing looked disgusting for oh so many reasons.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-03-27 05:56 am UTC (link)

Kenzi was debating on whether to (a) scrap the nightmare of a meal she'd subconsciously created or (b) attempt to manipulate some poor, poor soul into actually eating the sandwich. Thankfully ( for whoever she might have inflicted such a horrible meal on had she decided to do so ) she never reached a conclusion because Kenzi suddenly found herself in the company of an unexpected Sandwich Critic. Also, admittedly, known as someone with two eyes and enough of an attention span to notice that Kenzi had, in fact, created a monster.

"That, my friend, is..." A mistake. A gross, yucky, completely disgusting mistake. "...it's science! An experiment, if you will." Kenzi gestured toward the sandwich with a dramatic sweep of her hands. "The control would be the sandwich. And you would be...the um." Variable? Contrast? Was there a contrast in science? Was that a real thing? Kenzi would have made it in point to remember to ask the doc when she got back home, but Lauren would probably force her through a whole educational speech about how the scientific method worked and that was something that no person, human or not, should willingly sit through. So, pass. "Shit, you know what? I was never very good with the whole science-y thing." Kenzi looked down at the ketchup and chocolate infused muck. "Or the cooking, it would seem." Not entirely true. She could toss together simple stuff easy. Tonight, however, her head was all funky. Funky brain led to funky food and even funkier explanations about said food.

She smiled sheepishly back at the chick, noting that she looked familiar. Was she one of the peeps that she stole from when she first got here? Hmm. "...we've met before, haven't we?"

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onefiercebitch
2013-03-27 06:37 am UTC (link)

"Science?" she repeated, tipping her head slightly to the side. There was no way that abomination of a sandwhich had scientific significance. She shook her head, "To each their own, but... are you really going to eat that?" Ginger was kind of fearful of the idea of her answer being yes.

"I think you helped me troll Stiles about a week or so ago." Ginger said after she thought about it for a moment. She started moving around the kitchen, getting the things she'd need to make the cookies she was intent on making now. "I'm baking cookies. M&M cookies, specifically." she informed the other girl, more for conversation's sake than anything else.

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-03-27 09:24 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe if I had a death wish," Kenzi replied, eying the sandwich with another scrunch of her nose. Still, better than the soup made out of human body parts that she had accidentally (aka only accidentally because she hadn't known what it was made of, since Kenzi had been very purposefully stealing and eating food from a sick Fae's kitchen) scarfed down a while back. Ugh. With the tip of the knife that she had used to slap the sandwich together, Kenzi nudged at the crust and pushed the monstrosity over a little. If it grew legs and decided to attack, at least she'd have a two second head start before it jumped off the table and tried to rip her face off.

"Ho-kay, maybe exploring the deep and sophisticated reaches of the scientific portion of the world wasn't my exact motivation when I started making Frankenstein's monster here," she admitted. "My brain has been kinda -" She gestured to her head with a finger and made a loopy sort of motion with her hand. "- kablooey since I got here."

Kablooey didn't even begin to cover it. Hands slapping down against the table with a thump, Kenzi leaned forward and watched as the other girl started to rummage through the kitchen. They trolled Stiles together? Well! This chick must've been all right if she spent her time harassing S-Man! Kenzi grinned. "Yep, that was me. Guilty as charged." Not that she felt all too guilty about it. Stiles was a pretty funny dude. She liked messing with him.

At the mention of baking, Kenzi instantly perked up. "...did you say cookies?"

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onefiercebitch
2013-03-28 03:59 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, thank God." She breathed, shaking her head. "I was worried there for a minute." She said, starting to mix ingredients together in a bowl. "Anyone that eats that is doomed for a short life, I think." She laughed.

She nodded as Kenzi explained about how it had been since she first arrived. Ginger knew that feeling. "I understand. I think we all do. We've been there, at one point or another. I've only been here five months, I'm still adjusting to the..kablooey."

"I did." She grinned, looking back at the girl. "You can have some when they're done."

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