Third floor common room, Friday afternoon

[notmyownage]

Holy crap, Claudia was actually trying to cook. You'd think she'd have learned her lesson after trying to overclock a waffle iron, but, well, every now and then her plucky and adventurous side had to make itself known, and today, it wanted to make itself known through food.

And humming.

And every now and then, singing ever so softly to herself.

I don't know whether I'd rather be having a bottle of vinegar
I don't know whether I'd rather be having an egg.
I don't know whether I'd rather be having an order of bacon
Or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread.
I don't know whether I'd rather be having some pie or
Saving my appetite 'cause I'm
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell dinner bell ring!

[ooc: open! Results of Claudia's attempts to cook are not guaranteed to be edible.]

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[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully walked in, and sang. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_flhwRvelkY)

No one could be happy about this.

[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked at her from her spot at the stove.

"You know, that song sounds like it should be way more enthusiastic."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully facepalmed and said into her hands, "That was supposed to be voluntary, also. Instead of a vomit of song."

[notmyownage]

"It seems to be happening a fair amount, today. My class had a musical number."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully grinned, and then her eyes got wide in horror.

Feeling ... the urge... to sing... About... math. (http://www.jonathancoulton.com/songdetails/Mandelbrot%20Set#)

Pathological monsters! cried the terrified mathematician
Every one of them is a splinter in my eye
I hate the Peano Space and the Koch Curve
I fear the Cantor Ternary Set
And the Sierpinski Gasket makes me want to cry
And a million miles away a butterfly flapped its wings
On a cold November day a man named Benoit Mandelbrot was born

[notmyownage]

Claudia was just stuck kind of staring at that one. Also, she was starting to feel afraid of opening her mouth.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully was quietly bonking her head on the counter now.

"...It would be less bad if I could carry a tune."

[notmyownage]

Claudia squeaked her agreement through tightly pressed lips -- then ended up singing "There's no business like show business" anyway.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"No business... I know." Still can't sing.

And a desperate pantomime of: Cooking? Yes?

[notmyownage]

Which would be when whatever was in the stove that Claudia was trying to cook caught fire. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Ohhhhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh, I'm on fire."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully kind of had to applaud that one. It was impressive.

Hands over her own mouth, no, no no no--- "Help. I need somebody. Help me if you can, I'm feeling dowwwwn..." And still. Flat.

Also, going for the fire extinguisher.

[notmyownage]

Claudia flapped her hands at her to hurry as she spun to switch off the stove. "Shove me in the shallow water, before I get too deep. . . ."

They were so getting nowhere with this.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Spraying foam everywhere, Scully sighed, and then caught herself. "Declare this an emergency! Come on and spread a sense of urgency! To pull us through--"