2nd Floor Lounge: Kitchen Area - Early Morning

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stumbled into the common room and started a pot of coffee and began the long boring process of making cupcakes for the "Welcoming Commitee" that Smith had drafted him into as punishment for a game of truth or dare that had gone horribly wrong.

He's not sure why he's making the cupcakes. He didn't even look at Jaye when she gave the Jazz Hands lapdance to Archie. Look at that crack in the ceiling! Not that he blamed Jaye. Technically it was all Rory Gilmore's fault for daring her.

Marty sighed and started reading the back of the cake mix to make sure he understood how this baking thing worked.

[OOC:Open to all. Help a Cusack make cupcakes, will ya?]

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor snickered as he passed through the second floor common room for no reason at all other than just a feeling he should. "You'll make a good wife some day, Marty," he said.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looked over the box of cake mix and glared scowled at Bel.

"Yeah, would you like me to make you a big cup of 'Bite me'?" Marty asked in a non-domestic tone of voice.

[demonbelthazor]

"You going to put frosting and sprinkles on that, too?" Bel asked. "Because then I might say yes."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*snorts*

"It figures it would take a candy coating to get you all excited Bel-boy," Marty said as he pushed the cake mix aside and took nourishment from his coffee. "Sounds to be like you're a little frustrated. Is Phoebe not enough for you anymore? Or are you just uptight that I interrupted your little lovefest with Angel in Grissom's class?"

[demonbelthazor]

Now Bel glared scowled. "Why is everyone so obsessed with that? Heard about his, uh, 'handling' of you, too. What, you jealous or something?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rolled his eyes and leaned back on the kitchen counter. "Please! I had a concussion. What's your excuse? I saw the two of you flirting with each other. Or are you telling me that it wouldn't have gone anywhere if I hadn't dragged him out of class?"

Marty grins as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"That is to say unless you weren't under the affect of the spell as well..."

[demonbelthazor]

"Concussion, yeah, convenient that," Bel smirked. "Must've been a good one to make you hallucinate so much. Sure, I was jerking yanking Angel's chain. Figured when whatever it was he was on wore off, he'd stake himself out of embarrassment. Nothing was going to happen, despite what you want to believe."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Suuuuure," Marty said sarcastically. "We all know that Angel is just one happy meal away from adding a syllable to his name. You telling me you wouldn't do anything it takes to get your best friend back?"

Marty pulled out a couple of mixing bowls and started to work on the cupcakes.

"You better watch your back, Belmont. One of these days you're going to slip up on one of your schemes and it's going to bite you in the ass."

[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

Lilly leaned against the doorway, there was no shit-eating grin on her face, why do you ask?.

"Hey Marty, are you... baking? That seems dangerous, wouldn't want any unnecessary rumors to pop up over your ingredients, of course. That would be wrong."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rolled his eyes at the comment. "Why Lilly? Whatever do you mean? I'm just an honest guy making cupcakes against my will. I'd never slip anything nasty into baked goods. That's just not my style."

As Marty mixed up the batter, a good portion of it spilled everywhere.

"So where the heck have you been Kane? I haven't seen you in quite a while."

[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

Lilly just shook her head, and started searching for paper towels. A lot of them. Rolls.

However, there was no offer to actually help bake. Because... hi.

"I went on a cruise for the holidays. I'm not a fan of winter, in general, and the whole 'parents don't know I'm undead' thing shot down the chance of my Norman Rockwell Christmas."

"How about you? Were you stuck in town?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... Angela ran into a problem in the Library and seemed to have switched spots with another older version of herself and-" Marty shook his head and stopped mixing long enough to help clean up.

"It was just an interesting Christmas," he said softly.

He then tried to change the subject quickly. "Now undead or not, I never really pictured you as being really big on the whole Normal Rockwell thing."

[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you should see our old Christmas cards. We're talking practically Victorian style miserable expressions, gathered around the tree, in holiday sweaters. Mine always had some sort of reindeer on them."

She too, wished to change the subject.

"Did you like, read the box before you started trying to make these?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Marty said defensively. "I'm just trying to multiple batches at the same time. I thought it would be easier."

Marty then picks out an eggshell from the batter.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure I didn't put that in there."

[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

"You didn't get these eggs from your pet chicken, did you?"

Lilly looked nervously at the batter. The fact she couldn't technically die again didn't make her any less skittish. That cafeteria was weird.

"What do you call it, again? Callisto?"

She's not great at names.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty snorted with laughter. "Not unless you expect her to lead an army and lay waste to the people who killed her tribe. you think she's a tall blonde with a thing for vampires."

Marty flipped the egg shell into the trash and poked through the bowl to make sure nothing else is in there.

"No these eggs came from the market, not Camilla. I don't think Muppet chickens can lay eggs."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

His mood really hasn't improved after his conversation with Callisto (http://www.livejournal.com/users/cameronmitchell/42340.html?thread=1962084#t1962084) and he might actually be heading back to the gym when he passes by the lounge. Sticking his head in he notices Marty.

"Yo," he greets, moodily.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yo yourself," Marty replied as he tried not to make a mess of things. "You seem to be in a chipper mood."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Ow yeah, stop me before I start to tapdance on your... whatever it is that you're making." Cameron frowned at whatever it was that Marty was trying to do.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Cupcakes. For the new students," Marty replied grumpily. "Apparently being in the same room where shenanigans are going on means you get punished as well."

Marty then says the following very loudly in case *someone* is listening.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything!"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron looked around, wondering who Marty was speaking too. Thanks to the booze, he didn't remember meeting Smith already.

"And your punishment is to bake cupcakes for the new students? I suppose it could be worse."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looked at the mess in front of him and frowned.

"True, but I'd hardly call it fun. Definitely not the way I thought I'd be spending winter break."

Marty attempted to pour some of the batter into the cups without making a mess.

"How's yours going so far? Break that is."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron muttered something under his breath about apparently being suicidal. "Oh, it's going great. I'm having the time of my life."

He stared at the batter. "Is it supposed to look like that?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugged at stared at the batter for a moment. "I don't know. I've never baked before. You think it's supposed to foam like that?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han has been checking through the dorms, trying to figure out which floor to request.

He wanders into the common room, sniffing.

"Marty? Why does it smell like something died in your oven?"