ext_251133 ([identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-03-04 06:03 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Night

It's a very quiet Saturday night in the dorms, and with half the students off on some spring break trip or other Anders figures that now's as good a time as any to hijack commandeer use his own floor's common room for a second attempt at cupcake-baking.

He's got his mixer and all his baking gear, plus the fire extinguisher Sam Carter gave him for Christmas, and is currently standing on his head in the middle of the kitchen area, an upside-down box of cupcake mix in front of him so he can read the directions. The TV is on in the background, tuned to the Stanford-Arizona NCAA women's basketball game.
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[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Dude." Anders gives him an 'are you crazy' look and, because he can't point while standing on his head, sticks his tongue out in the direction of the cupcake mix box. "Like I'd be stupid enough to try and make cupcakes from scratch. I had a disaster with the eggs last time as it was."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Well it's a good thing I'm here to help, then. As long as it comes from a box, I can make it."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Anders pops up and bounces back onto his feet. "Perfect. You're totally on egg duty then," he says, scooping up the box of cupcake mix.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I will do my best!" Bridge says, grabbing a bowl and a mixer.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey! I wanted to use the mixer!" Anders protests, but he's already measuring out the oil and water, and opening the cupcake mix to dump it into the bowl.

"It's so quiet in here. And is it just me, or is there a weird sorta vibe around this place tonight, dude?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge shrugs. "Go ahead, dude!" he says, handing over the mixer.

"Yeah, normally there's lots of people in here. It's like they all just... disappeared."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Anders pops the mixer blades into place and plugs the contraption in happily. "Eggs first, dude," he says, waving the mixer at the bowl. "I know a bunch of people are off on that trip, but it can't be that many, right? It's like, way too quiet for the number of people who aren't here, even."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge cracks open the eggs into the bowl. "I think a lot of people went home for break, dude. And I'm sure a good portion of the people who stayed here are in some sort of like, post-midterms coma."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I survived my midterms okay," Anders says doubtfully. He nods, pokes the bowl a couple of times just because the jiggling yolks make him laugh, and sticks the mixer in before turning it on at low. "At least, I think I did. I'm just used to it being so frakkin' noisy around here, and suddenly it's just, like, not. It's creepy."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Totally," Bridge agrees with a nod. "What next?" he asks, nodding towards the cupcake mix box.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Anders checks the oven, and it's preheating okay. "We need the paper cup things in the cupcake trays," he says, grinning a little bit as he turns the mixer to a higher setting. He's having way too much fun taking the mixer in circles around the bowl and watching the pattern of ripples the blades leave in the cake mix.

"You know what we need, dude, seriously? A machine where we can just dump the cupcake ingredients up top, it mixes 'em and pours 'em into the tray for us, and all we have to do is pop 'em in the oven."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh," Bridge says thoughtfully, taking a notebook from his pocket and jotting something down before grabbing the cupcake liners and putting them in the trays. "You wanna do the pouring?"

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Totally." Anders grabs a spatula and ladle and starts filling the paper cups with cake mix. He doesn't want to make a mess (only because he's too lazy to clean it up later) so he's concentrating very, very hard on pouring as neatly as possible, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.

There's about a ladle and a half's worth of mix left when he finishes filling all the trays, so he sets the bowl down, puts his hands on his knees, and leans over to examine the cupcake tray closely. "Hmm."

Anders grabs the ladle again and starts going around the cupcake tray, putting one gooey drop-ful at a time into each of the cups until he goes through the last of the batter. "And we have filled cupcake cup things! You wanna do the honor of putting 'em in the oven?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure!" Bridge chirps, and does so. "Now... we wait! Although... do you have icing or are we making that too? Because cupcakes are good but they're better with icing!"

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Dude. Seriously. What do you take me for, man?" Anders shakes his head, reaches into the bag on the counter, and produces two tubs of icing, one green and one orange, and a canister of chocolate sprinkles. "You cannot have cupcakes without icing. It's wrong."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"A serious travesty indeed." Bridge agrees solemnly.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Anders has set the timer by now, so he takes a running start and vaults over the back of one of the couches to flop down on it. "So what do we do while we wait, dude?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno, man. Pirate, Ninja, Cowboy?" He suggests.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Anders just stares. "What are cowboys?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Um, they... have hats? And ride horses and stuff?"

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Anders raises an eyebrow. "With saddles? And . . ." He gulps. "Stirrups?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Yup." Bridge nods. And totally doesn't snicker because that would be mean.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, dude, different game," Anders says way too quickly.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge shrugs. "I got nuthin'."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, me neither." Anders scratches his head, then perks up. "Lightball?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh!" Bridge grins, and bounces. And then runs off to his room to retrieve several lightball gloves. Putting on one, he tosses another to Anders, and then leaves the extras on the couch.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-03-05 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
""Awesome, (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/494786.html?thread=23739586#t23739586)" Anders grins.
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