Amanda and Angel, Saturday
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xp_logsThe Bottomless Pit's founding member comes across the newest recruit in the kitchen.
One of the side effects of living outside of a major city for any amount of time was that she couldn't sustain herself on her mutation as she would normally. Which meant Amanda was finding her appetite returning to the old Bottomless Pit days, when her powers had used her body as much as a power source as the ambient magic around her. With her stomach making growling noises after a morning of researching the remnants of their New York contacts, the witch wandered kitchen-wards, hoping to find something she could put together quickly.
What Amanda found looked like a battle field took place in the kitchen. While the fridge doors were now closed, the counters were filled with various things to eat and drink. In the middle of it was Angel; with one hand she was toasting a sandwich, on the other she was trying to single handedly create another towering creation. Though she was having harder luck with that as the sandwich kept toppling over.
"You know," Amanda almost drawled as she came in. "'S not always about size. It works better if you can get your mouth around it."
Angel's eyes narrowed just a little bit. "Was that dirty? I can't tell. And if it was dirty, was that totally revenge for me asking you what bondage was?" She grinned and used both hands to squish the towering sandwich into something a little more manageable. "Besides, look, magic!"
"Would I be dirty?" asked the witch, innocently. She grinned then. "And maybe there's a bit of revenge there. You got enough food there? Looks like the fridge exploded or something."
"At least for lunch!" came the reply. "I eat a lot anyway but between running into that 'Famine' person and going full out whoosh, Dr. Grey-Summers told me I have to eat more." Angel leaned over and stage whispered, "I didn't think that was possible - but it is!"
"There's always room for food when you're an energy converter," Amanda agreed sagely, starting to look through piles of ingredients. "Is there any spare for a hungry witch? New York's not up to keeping me fully charged from here and I've got the munchies."
Angel nodded and pushed some food towards her. "I guess I could share some." She frowned thoughtfully. "Wait, you get charged off of New York? Like it's a big slurpy?"
Grabbing a slice bread, Amanda started putting together her own sandwich, starting with ketchup instead of butter. "Sort of," she said, nodding to Angel's question. "You know how Captain Fu... er, Mr. Summers runs off sunlight and turns it into his eye beam thinger? I do the same, only it's the energy of certain cities, and I turn it into magic."
"We're just gonna pretend you were going to call him Captain Fun, aren't we?" Giggling, Angel added some horseradish to hers and flamed it crispy. "Oh dude, that's really cool. So if you ever get the munchies, all you have to do is going shopping downtown. Talk about neat. But away - uh, yeah, weren't you like the President of the Bottomless Pit club at one point?"
"Founding member, I think." Cheese next, then some mustard, followed by tomato and cucumber. "My boyfriend used to call me the Bottomless Pit of Brighton. That was before I had a bit of a powers revamp and changed energy sources - before that, the magic used to run off my own reserves a lot and I tended to make Kate Moss look fat."
"That's kinda gross, actually." With some difficulties, Angel picked up the hefty sandwich and took a large bite. It took her a few minutes to chew through it and swallow. "I think I need something to drink while I eat this. Want a Red Bull?" She grinned over her shoulder as she trotted to the fridge.
"Completely gross," she agreed and then pulled a face. "Um, there any Coke in there? Those energy drinks aren't really my cup of tea." She added ham, a handful of sprouts, then some sliced chicken and mayo. "And you sure you don't have the mutant power to unhinge your jaw?" The sandwich looked bigger than Angel's head.
Angel just giggled as she handed over the 2 liter of Coke, shutting the fridge door with her foot since she had her own drink in her other hand. “You just gotta squish the sandwich down and then gnaw on it, a lot. I can sometimes be messy but, man, I need the food. And it’s too much time wasted if I try to eat multiple things. One sandwich gets eaten more quickly than several. See? Logic!”
Amanda chuckled and nodded. "Can't argue with logic," she agreed.
One of the side effects of living outside of a major city for any amount of time was that she couldn't sustain herself on her mutation as she would normally. Which meant Amanda was finding her appetite returning to the old Bottomless Pit days, when her powers had used her body as much as a power source as the ambient magic around her. With her stomach making growling noises after a morning of researching the remnants of their New York contacts, the witch wandered kitchen-wards, hoping to find something she could put together quickly.
What Amanda found looked like a battle field took place in the kitchen. While the fridge doors were now closed, the counters were filled with various things to eat and drink. In the middle of it was Angel; with one hand she was toasting a sandwich, on the other she was trying to single handedly create another towering creation. Though she was having harder luck with that as the sandwich kept toppling over.
"You know," Amanda almost drawled as she came in. "'S not always about size. It works better if you can get your mouth around it."
Angel's eyes narrowed just a little bit. "Was that dirty? I can't tell. And if it was dirty, was that totally revenge for me asking you what bondage was?" She grinned and used both hands to squish the towering sandwich into something a little more manageable. "Besides, look, magic!"
"Would I be dirty?" asked the witch, innocently. She grinned then. "And maybe there's a bit of revenge there. You got enough food there? Looks like the fridge exploded or something."
"At least for lunch!" came the reply. "I eat a lot anyway but between running into that 'Famine' person and going full out whoosh, Dr. Grey-Summers told me I have to eat more." Angel leaned over and stage whispered, "I didn't think that was possible - but it is!"
"There's always room for food when you're an energy converter," Amanda agreed sagely, starting to look through piles of ingredients. "Is there any spare for a hungry witch? New York's not up to keeping me fully charged from here and I've got the munchies."
Angel nodded and pushed some food towards her. "I guess I could share some." She frowned thoughtfully. "Wait, you get charged off of New York? Like it's a big slurpy?"
Grabbing a slice bread, Amanda started putting together her own sandwich, starting with ketchup instead of butter. "Sort of," she said, nodding to Angel's question. "You know how Captain Fu... er, Mr. Summers runs off sunlight and turns it into his eye beam thinger? I do the same, only it's the energy of certain cities, and I turn it into magic."
"We're just gonna pretend you were going to call him Captain Fun, aren't we?" Giggling, Angel added some horseradish to hers and flamed it crispy. "Oh dude, that's really cool. So if you ever get the munchies, all you have to do is going shopping downtown. Talk about neat. But away - uh, yeah, weren't you like the President of the Bottomless Pit club at one point?"
"Founding member, I think." Cheese next, then some mustard, followed by tomato and cucumber. "My boyfriend used to call me the Bottomless Pit of Brighton. That was before I had a bit of a powers revamp and changed energy sources - before that, the magic used to run off my own reserves a lot and I tended to make Kate Moss look fat."
"That's kinda gross, actually." With some difficulties, Angel picked up the hefty sandwich and took a large bite. It took her a few minutes to chew through it and swallow. "I think I need something to drink while I eat this. Want a Red Bull?" She grinned over her shoulder as she trotted to the fridge.
"Completely gross," she agreed and then pulled a face. "Um, there any Coke in there? Those energy drinks aren't really my cup of tea." She added ham, a handful of sprouts, then some sliced chicken and mayo. "And you sure you don't have the mutant power to unhinge your jaw?" The sandwich looked bigger than Angel's head.
Angel just giggled as she handed over the 2 liter of Coke, shutting the fridge door with her foot since she had her own drink in her other hand. “You just gotta squish the sandwich down and then gnaw on it, a lot. I can sometimes be messy but, man, I need the food. And it’s too much time wasted if I try to eat multiple things. One sandwich gets eaten more quickly than several. See? Logic!”
Amanda chuckled and nodded. "Can't argue with logic," she agreed.
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Date: 2008-11-04 01:23 am (UTC)Kyle says "YES PLEASE." Despite that he's not dating Angel. The idea of women who can do that ... I think he'd probably have to take more cold showers.