Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Savannah's letter from the past, and his conversation with her earlier today, had convinced Anders that there was something he had to do tonight that he hadn't done in a long, long time. And he was really past due for doing it.

So yes, that's right, he was in the common room with mixing bowls, baking tins, and a whole lot of boxes of cake batter, tubs of icing, and jars of sprinkles. The first batch was out of the oven, one trayful cooling down enough to be frosted and the other already set out for more impatient people (like himself) to enjoy.

Yup. It was cupcake time.

[OOC: You know how common rooms are open? That's what this is.]

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[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

One thing that Adah had started to find interesting about the construction of this building was that smells seemed to permeate through it like the air itself. Never sounds, though, or very rarely sounds, but the scents, at times, the aromas, were hard to ignore. She wondered if perhaps this was simply an effect on her, because another thing that she noticed that the smells were almost always pleasant. They reminded her of Kilanga, but in a completely opposite, reversed, backwards, sdrawkcab way: the village had its strong smells, too, that couldn't be ignored, but they were more likely to make your stomach turn in disgust rather than hunger, more likely to make your guys grumble in objection than in desire. That training to know where smells were coming from to avoid them was turning out to serve her well here, as she could now sense where smells were coming from to determine just how close they were and if they could, based on this deduction, be sought after without having to climb the stairs.

This particular aroma was exceptionally nice, so Adah was feeling quite glad that she could tell it was coming from just down the hall. Just a little limp, a small, dragging traverse, that brought her to the threshold of the common room (moor nommoc!) door. She leaned against the doorframe, where she was starting to feel there should be developing a small groove to the shape of her left shoulder, as she peered in for a better look at the activities, accessing the level of community intended with this baking excursion, although she had to admit that she came to expect sharing over the event of more singular feedings, which wasn't, in her experience, how things were usually done around most people.

She wasn't one to complain, however.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Anders said, looking up at her with a smile -- the sort of smile that said 'hi, I'm not sure if I know you but I won't bite your head off, promise.' He gestured at the cupcakes on the counter and offered, "You know the drill with common room food, right? Welcome to it, unless you'd rather have yours covered with sweet sticky goodness . . . of the kind that I'll have to put on 'em from one of the jars, that is. 'cause otherwise ew."

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah returned the greeting smile congenially, enough, fingers tightening a little around the notebook she held rested against her hip, but the smile grew into a bit more of a smirk as the greeting continued on...and on, eventually drifting her eyes toward the cacophony of baking paraphernalia scattered around. Her smirk quirked at match the grin as she considered the options. Risk the sugar overload of sweet sticky goodness (from the jars, of course, indeed), or risk concocting something that would mostly end up in a jar, of the laboratory nature, to best serve as something studied and marveled at for generations of scientists.

At least anything she did try to bake was guaranteed to come out better than the cakes her mother had brought over to Africa. And she was pretty decent with a loaf of bread or a chicken when she needed to be. Cupcakes might be a little beyond her, though, so Adah ultimately decided she'd chance the ones already made. She limped forward, toward the counter, searching first for a spot empty enough to set her notebook safely there, to free up her good hand so that she could reach for one of them, giving the assumed chef and baker a slight nod, although it was more in recognition of his work than of gratitude for it.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi hadn't really talked to Adah since early in the fall, when Hoshi was still trying to get the hang of actually talking to people. "Hi," she said, with a warm smile. "How are you?"

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

The warm smile was met with an almost immediately skeptical sort of expression, although Adah, feeling oddly social tonight, was mostly putting on a show. Some of it slipped in the wry, barely-there quirk of a grin in the corner of her mouth, but she tilted her head at the question, considering not what to answer, but if the other girl actually expected much of an answer. All things considered, she was quite well, after all. The whole ordeal of worrying had passed and there were cupcakes too be had, although, really, too many people were lured in by their call for her preferences. She scanned Hoshi's face for a second as though reading her expression first before agreeing to change her own, and then, simply enough, shrugged a shoulder, and picked a picked-off piece of cupcake into her mouth.

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

Makoto had been considering going for a walk now that it was safe, but the smells coming from the common room on the floor below caught 'her' attention.

'She' poked her head in. "What're you making?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cupcakes!" Anders said brightly; maybe a touch too brightly, but he was determined to try and keep from getting too flaily over the events of the past week. "You're welcome to 'em if you want, and there's more in the oven now."

[withoutverona]

There was a cupcake scent, there was food he didn't need to cook ... there was Romeo.

He eyed the cupcakes hungrily; he'd eaten all right in the past, but there'd been few pennies for sweets. "Are you cooking for everyone?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders waved at him with a spatula. "Everyone might be a little broad, but it is sort of a cupcake free-for-all, if you want some. Got chocolate there now, and there's some white cake with sprinkles, and I'm trying some lemon ones in the oven."

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Spotting Romeo from where she was leaning her hip comfortably against a spot of counter, Adah interrupted her attempts to lick frosting from her fingertips to offer him an idle waggle of fingers in greeting, and then dutifully returned to the task at hand.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Annette said as she walked on in. "I'm not on my floor at all but that doesn't matter right? I smelled something yummy."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I'm totally checking the directory for floor alliances when people come in, Annette," Anders teased. "And then I'm ignoring them."

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah would truly be disappointed in her ability to be Adah, Ecirp Nelle Hada, if she didn't take a moment to send a cool, calculated sort of glance, heavy eyelids, quirked eyebrow, over toward Annette before popping another piece of cupcake into her mouth. She continued to watch the other girl with a thoughtful expression as she chewed. Thoughtful, without having much thought behind it besides the potential unnerving of the other girl, but, really, filling her head with empty, nonexistent thoughts. Didn't that just put her in line with everyone else for a change?

[withoutverona]

Romeo brandished his cupcake in Annette's general direction. "They are yummy," he said. "And good evening, Annette."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy wandered into the common room, the scent of baking enough to draw him down a couple of floors. "Ooh, cupcakes," he said. "I missed cupcakes." Without even asking, he walked over and grabbed one. "Hey, Anders," he said, just before he stuffed half of it in his mouth.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You say you missed cupcakes like it's been forever," Anders noted, snickering at him. "Which is sorta backed up by the way you're inhaling that one. Oh, hell, were you stuck in Egypt too?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi kind of waved at the other boy. "Do you live on this floor?" she asked.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

It was good timing, because Hoshi was in the mood for something sweet. "Is someone baking?" she asked as she walked into the common room.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"If by someone you mean me, then yes," Anders said. He rotated one spatula-holding arm around in a circle like a third-base umpire telling a runner to go for home plate, only it was more of a cupcake umpire telling a potential snacker to help herself.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I smell sugar!" Demyx announced, poking his head into the common room. "...Are they free to take?" he asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Demyx," Anders said, waving him in. "For you, I miiiiiiiiiight charge some mood music, but other than that? Go for it."

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

"Demyx!" Makoto greeted cheerfully. "Good evening!"

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky was coming back from a walk when he scented something baking. So there he was, peering into the second floor common room. He was very bouncy- unusual for him- and had a big smile on- a smile that said "HELLO WORLD I GOT LAID THIS MORNING".

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders hadn't actually met Sky yet, but he couldn't turn anyone down for cupcakes tonight, could he? And he totally knew that facial expression, too -- lords knew he'd worn it often enough to recognize it on someone else. "Dude," he said, waving at Sky. "Have some sugar."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy bounced over to Sky -- he was maaaaybe a little sugar-high at this point. "Hi!" he said, grinning, and then threw his arms around Sky, leaning up to give him a kiss.