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xp_logs2006-10-06 01:15 pm
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Rahne and Medusa in the kitchen
OOC: Posting early due to no computer access later
Two of the resident redheads run into each other in the kitchen while Medusa continues her avoidance of Lorna.
Medusa walked down the hallway, her hair bouncing up and down with every step. She had managed to avoid the kitchen since her arrival at the mansion through the combined use of delivery and her little messengers, but she had curtailed her use of the later after the email from David Haller. Today, a visit to the kitchen appeared unavoidable unless she wanted to wait an hour and a half to eat. However, that didn't mean she couldn't wait for one of the periods of time Haller had suggested she not send her hair to make the trek to the kitchen herself. She looked down at her watch, smiling. 1:15. Perfect.
Lorna wasn't in the kitchen at the moment, but Rahne was taking her lunch break and experimenting with an oatmeal cookie recipe that didn't require brown sugar. Possibly she ought to be doing homework, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to risk crumbs on the textbook, so she had penciled it in later and was eating a sandwich while she kept an eye on the baking. She'd made some substitutions that might affect timing.
Pausing as she walked into the room, Medusa inhaled the scent of baking cookies. Only then did she notice that the kitchen wasn't empty as she had expected. "Greetings...Rain is it? I am Medusa." She plastered one of her public smiles on, then walked over to the fridge and opened it, staring inside and waiting for something to catch her eye.
Rahne, caught mid-chew, offered a quick smile and waited until she could swallow to reply, "Aye, I'm Rahne. Good to meet ye... in person this time." After another bite, to avoid rushing Medusa, she added, "Is there something specific you're looking for? I might be able to help."
Medusa committed the girl's pronunciation to memory for future encounters. Pulling a yogurt out, she closed the fridge door. "In all honesty? Just looking for something easy and pre-made," she admitted. "Cooking is not exactly my forte." She moved to rummage through the cabinets for a Power Bar, as Crystal seemed to swear by them.
"I enjoy it myself, but the sandwich is minimal-assembly-required," Rahne said, waving a hand at the remaining third of her lunch and peering suspiciously at the cookies for a moment. Not done yet. "I can fix something if ye like, and are not in too much of a hurry."
Medusa was surprised by the other girl's offer, though she didn't allow it to show. "If you truly do not mind, I would truly appreciate it," she said gratefully. "I only wish that I could offer something in return." She opened a few drawers until she found a spoon then sat down.
Rahne hopped up. "Ah, you're welcome. Like I said, I enjoy it. Any suggestions, or should I just pick something that goes with yogurt?"
"I am not too picky, so you are welcome to choose. So long as it does not contain peanut butter...I have to admit I do not understand that particular food item." Medusa wrinkled her nose, still managing to look perfectly serious. Peanuts were themselves fine and then people went and mashed them up into some peculiar substance.
"I think I can avoid that." After a moment's contemplation, Rahne decided to go in for a miscellaneous stir-fry.
Medusa took a bite of her yogurt, curiously watching Rahne for a few minutes before she spoke. "I was wondering if you could tell me a little about your experiences with Elpis. After talking with Nathan, I find myself intrigued."
"Hmm. Well, what is it ye want to know? It's been... ah... a lot of variety. But to a purpose."
"The purpose is what I think I understand – Elpis serves mutant rights in places where there is no one else to provide that voice, yes?" At Rahne's nod, Medusa continued. "But it is the smaller details I am the most curious about. What exactly do you do, if you do not mind my inquiry?"
Rahne smiled. "A good bit of research and communication, while we're here. Meetings on related subjects, though Angelo's still at more of those than I am. A lot of those are conveniently located -- for us -- in New York City. Other things... well, one of the first trips I was along for, 'twas to inspect a building Nathan had bought -- it had been a church building, but fallen out of use, and Elpis was fixing it up as a living-space sanctuary." A sigh. "And to make sure people would really be allowed to use it. ...Most recent was to investigate information about the slave trade in Afghanistan."
Medusa shook her head in disgust, thinking about some of the stories coming out of Prague. "It sounds varied indeed, though it is a shame that a lot of that work is necessary. We do what we can in Attilan, but do not have much influence outside our own borders." Their government did what it could, but that was only so much, though she would have to ask Blackager how the talks with Barath were going the next time she saw him. "That smells delicious," Medusa said as the scent of the stir fry drifted over.
Rahne smiled at the compliment. "'Tis nearly done." More soberly, "Aye, there are a lot of shameful things." Even some of the things that had led to Nathan having the ability to help. "But we do meet some very good people too." She turned everything in the skillet over again and nodded to herself, then transferred it briskly to a shallow bowl and set it in front of Medusa. Another peek into the oven, and she slid the baking sheet out as well and set it up to cool.
Gently blowing on a forkful of stir fry to cool it first, Medusa took a bite and smiled at Rahne in appreciation. This meal was so much better than anything she could have scrounged up on her own. "At least there are the good people," she said once she had chewed and swallowed another bite. "They bolster the hope that one day organizations like Elpis might not be needed, though I am afraid to say I do not think that will be anytime soon."
"Not soon," Rahne said. "Maybe we'll always have problems that people willing to help have to organize for. But at least we've got those people, too."
"That is a valid point. No sooner is one issue solved than another seems to rise to the surface. Perhaps people just need a place to focus their energy, both negatively and positively." Medusa paused to take another bite of the stir fry, savoring the taste. "And now that I have managed to probably depress us both, let me once again offer my compliments to your cooking in a rather desperate attempt to lighten the mood." She knew that most people would insert a joke or say something silly to serve the same purpose, but she did not know Rahne well enough to feel comfortable doing so.
Rahne smiled at that. "Thank you. I'm glad ye like it; that's always half the fun." She began shifting cookies carefully off the baking sheet and onto a rack. She glanced at the clock, then scooped up the last of them and the last few bites of her sandwich in a paper towel. "Sorry to run, but I've a class to start for. Have some biscuits while they're still warm if ye like."
Two of the resident redheads run into each other in the kitchen while Medusa continues her avoidance of Lorna.
Medusa walked down the hallway, her hair bouncing up and down with every step. She had managed to avoid the kitchen since her arrival at the mansion through the combined use of delivery and her little messengers, but she had curtailed her use of the later after the email from David Haller. Today, a visit to the kitchen appeared unavoidable unless she wanted to wait an hour and a half to eat. However, that didn't mean she couldn't wait for one of the periods of time Haller had suggested she not send her hair to make the trek to the kitchen herself. She looked down at her watch, smiling. 1:15. Perfect.
Lorna wasn't in the kitchen at the moment, but Rahne was taking her lunch break and experimenting with an oatmeal cookie recipe that didn't require brown sugar. Possibly she ought to be doing homework, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to risk crumbs on the textbook, so she had penciled it in later and was eating a sandwich while she kept an eye on the baking. She'd made some substitutions that might affect timing.
Pausing as she walked into the room, Medusa inhaled the scent of baking cookies. Only then did she notice that the kitchen wasn't empty as she had expected. "Greetings...Rain is it? I am Medusa." She plastered one of her public smiles on, then walked over to the fridge and opened it, staring inside and waiting for something to catch her eye.
Rahne, caught mid-chew, offered a quick smile and waited until she could swallow to reply, "Aye, I'm Rahne. Good to meet ye... in person this time." After another bite, to avoid rushing Medusa, she added, "Is there something specific you're looking for? I might be able to help."
Medusa committed the girl's pronunciation to memory for future encounters. Pulling a yogurt out, she closed the fridge door. "In all honesty? Just looking for something easy and pre-made," she admitted. "Cooking is not exactly my forte." She moved to rummage through the cabinets for a Power Bar, as Crystal seemed to swear by them.
"I enjoy it myself, but the sandwich is minimal-assembly-required," Rahne said, waving a hand at the remaining third of her lunch and peering suspiciously at the cookies for a moment. Not done yet. "I can fix something if ye like, and are not in too much of a hurry."
Medusa was surprised by the other girl's offer, though she didn't allow it to show. "If you truly do not mind, I would truly appreciate it," she said gratefully. "I only wish that I could offer something in return." She opened a few drawers until she found a spoon then sat down.
Rahne hopped up. "Ah, you're welcome. Like I said, I enjoy it. Any suggestions, or should I just pick something that goes with yogurt?"
"I am not too picky, so you are welcome to choose. So long as it does not contain peanut butter...I have to admit I do not understand that particular food item." Medusa wrinkled her nose, still managing to look perfectly serious. Peanuts were themselves fine and then people went and mashed them up into some peculiar substance.
"I think I can avoid that." After a moment's contemplation, Rahne decided to go in for a miscellaneous stir-fry.
Medusa took a bite of her yogurt, curiously watching Rahne for a few minutes before she spoke. "I was wondering if you could tell me a little about your experiences with Elpis. After talking with Nathan, I find myself intrigued."
"Hmm. Well, what is it ye want to know? It's been... ah... a lot of variety. But to a purpose."
"The purpose is what I think I understand – Elpis serves mutant rights in places where there is no one else to provide that voice, yes?" At Rahne's nod, Medusa continued. "But it is the smaller details I am the most curious about. What exactly do you do, if you do not mind my inquiry?"
Rahne smiled. "A good bit of research and communication, while we're here. Meetings on related subjects, though Angelo's still at more of those than I am. A lot of those are conveniently located -- for us -- in New York City. Other things... well, one of the first trips I was along for, 'twas to inspect a building Nathan had bought -- it had been a church building, but fallen out of use, and Elpis was fixing it up as a living-space sanctuary." A sigh. "And to make sure people would really be allowed to use it. ...Most recent was to investigate information about the slave trade in Afghanistan."
Medusa shook her head in disgust, thinking about some of the stories coming out of Prague. "It sounds varied indeed, though it is a shame that a lot of that work is necessary. We do what we can in Attilan, but do not have much influence outside our own borders." Their government did what it could, but that was only so much, though she would have to ask Blackager how the talks with Barath were going the next time she saw him. "That smells delicious," Medusa said as the scent of the stir fry drifted over.
Rahne smiled at the compliment. "'Tis nearly done." More soberly, "Aye, there are a lot of shameful things." Even some of the things that had led to Nathan having the ability to help. "But we do meet some very good people too." She turned everything in the skillet over again and nodded to herself, then transferred it briskly to a shallow bowl and set it in front of Medusa. Another peek into the oven, and she slid the baking sheet out as well and set it up to cool.
Gently blowing on a forkful of stir fry to cool it first, Medusa took a bite and smiled at Rahne in appreciation. This meal was so much better than anything she could have scrounged up on her own. "At least there are the good people," she said once she had chewed and swallowed another bite. "They bolster the hope that one day organizations like Elpis might not be needed, though I am afraid to say I do not think that will be anytime soon."
"Not soon," Rahne said. "Maybe we'll always have problems that people willing to help have to organize for. But at least we've got those people, too."
"That is a valid point. No sooner is one issue solved than another seems to rise to the surface. Perhaps people just need a place to focus their energy, both negatively and positively." Medusa paused to take another bite of the stir fry, savoring the taste. "And now that I have managed to probably depress us both, let me once again offer my compliments to your cooking in a rather desperate attempt to lighten the mood." She knew that most people would insert a joke or say something silly to serve the same purpose, but she did not know Rahne well enough to feel comfortable doing so.
Rahne smiled at that. "Thank you. I'm glad ye like it; that's always half the fun." She began shifting cookies carefully off the baking sheet and onto a rack. She glanced at the clock, then scooped up the last of them and the last few bites of her sandwich in a paper towel. "Sorry to run, but I've a class to start for. Have some biscuits while they're still warm if ye like."