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Aurora Belle Jenkins ([personal profile] forever_cheery) wrote in [community profile] mayfield_rpg2012-06-14 10:23 am

13th Adventure

[Action A - Household, 7135 Brooks: Your kitchen is a total wreck today. Hurricane Aurora has passed though in an attempt to bake. There's flour everywhere, ingredients scattered, pots and pans overflowing the sink. The master baker herself is hovering (literally!) in the kitchen, looking over a recipe book. Her hair is tied up high on her head (as best as it could be), her apron has more flour on it than is probably used in recipes, and she's deep in thought as she mutters what she's reading aloud. ]

Let's see... oh no, did I add a tablespoon of the salt, or sugar?

[Being a ghost cook is suffering.]

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[Action B: Brooks Street Out in front of their house, Aurora has set up a lovely little bake sale stand! It's decorated with colorful signs and flowers and streamers, and Aurora herself is all cleaned up and perfectly dressed. But the baked goods... Well, maybe they don't look as nice, but Aurora looks very excited for people to try them.

Here's the thing. Sometimes she got the recipe right. Sometimes she didn't. Maybe you got a good brownie or cookie, or maybe you didn't. Try at your own risk!]


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[Action C - 1648 Albright Lane: There's a knock at the door! It's Aurora, looking a bit anxious and worried. She's carrying a small container of cookies, and she's looking to speak with Abel. Privately.]

nyanpire: (Yay)

[personal profile] nyanpire 2012-06-21 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
I would! I would! ...what do you have, nyaa? Anything red? I want red treats!
nyanpire: (Stunned)

[personal profile] nyanpire 2012-06-23 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing red?

[It's like a switch was flipped. Nyanpire goes from joy to dejection.]

Nothing red.... Nyaa....

M-make something with strawberries, nyaa! Lots of strawberries!
nyanpire: (Harumph)

[personal profile] nyanpire 2012-06-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Nyaa. I don't want it if its nyot red.

[He huffs a little huff and sits down on his rump, pouting.]