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Post by Eric on Nov 14, 2012 16:56:58 GMT -6
Rain pummeled the dark landscape of Sawmill, the only illumination outside being the occasional flash of lightning. Although the sun had set beneath the cloudy sky hours ago, the BLU common buildings occupants were still very much awake due to the storm. Or, at least, that's what Eric had guessed when she'd passed almost all of her teammates while making her way through the base, since it was her reason for being up.
Eric would claim that storms didn't phase her at all, they were just loud, the lightning annoy, ect. But the reality she wouldn't even admit to herself was that the thunder and lightning did make her uneasy. Of course, that wasn't why she was lounging in the living room with a comic book on her lap, hoping that someone would pass and hang out with her. Nope. Of course not. She just felt like reading in the living room that night.
Still, she couldn't help but glance up at the hallway every few seconds, her fingers tapping impatiently on the chair.
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Post by Achille on Nov 14, 2012 18:58:14 GMT -6
Achille found it difficult to sleep during storms, though not for the reasons most people did. Lightning and thunder did not bother him in the least and the drumming of rain had always put him at ease. No, the reason Achille could not sleep during storms (and this storm in particular) had more to do with the idea that everything outside was becoming more and more difficult to burn as the storm proceeded. If there was one thing Achille enjoyed it was a challenge and the rain certainly presented him with one.
And it was due to this inability to sleep that Achille found himself leaving his room to wander into the kitchen, though he wasn't really planning on making anything. He normally slept in nothing at all so he had opted to just toss on some boxers and a robe, though he forgot to tie the robe completely shut. Achille was never one to care much about his appearance and he had a tendency to forget that others could see what he could not. Still, everything that needed to be covered was, though a plethora of scars were now visible underneath his robe.
As he shuffled down the hallway and into the kitchen, the fingertips of his left hand just barely grazing the wall to keep him on course, he hummed a tune that gave off the impression of being rather grim, or at the very least, somber.
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Post by Ian on Nov 14, 2012 20:16:47 GMT -6
Ian had been sitting at the desk in his room for a while now, the chorus that was the storm outside only serving as background noise as he went about his tasks. Normally the young man's routine would have him getting ready for bed around this time, and sure he tried, but not to any avail. It possibly had something to do with him maybe kind of accidentally falling asleep while trying to study earlier in the day... whoops. At this rate, he could be up for the rest of the night and not be surprised in the least.
So, what was the Medic doing to pass the time? After finishing a letter addressed to his parents... crossword puzzles. He had a brand new book of them laying on the desk now, deep in concentration as he wrote in the final answer to what was probably his fourth or fifth page in one sitting. He was like an old man, the way he blew through those things, but he didn't care. He enjoyed them.
Before he could turn the page and start on another, he picked up on a noise coming from out in the hall. It sounded like... humming? It only took a few seconds for him to get up and peek around the corner of his open door, slightly over-sized flannel pants and t-shirt shifting accordingly. It was then he spotted the source: one of his teammates was making their way towards the commons. Achille, to be exact. So other people were awake then? Maybe he would pop around the base a bit and see what everyone else was up to.
With that thought, Ian snagged the puzzle book and a pen from his desk and quietly made his way to the commons as well.
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Post by Eric on Nov 14, 2012 21:52:12 GMT -6
By now Eric had become more wrapped up in her book, abandoning her incessant glances at the hallway. The book had her so preoccupied, in fact, that she didn't notice the approaching footsteps until they were just outside the room. She looked up from her lap just in time to see what appeared to be a half dressed Achille entering the kitchen. Not exactly who she had been hoping for, but it was good enough.
As she was about to call a greeting to the man, Ian emerged from the hallway, much to Eric's delight. "Hey there," she said with a friendly smile spreading across her face, "What'cha guys up to?"
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Post by Achille on Nov 15, 2012 18:36:01 GMT -6
Achille's head turned in the direction of Eric's voice. From the sound of it she was on the couch or in one of the chairs. Smiling, he said "Can't sleep I'm afraid. Figured I'd come in here and see if I could keep myself busy instead." He groped around until he found a clean glass, filling it with water before he made his way into the living room, seating himself in a chair. "So what are you doing up?" he asked, though he had already heard the sound of paper being flipped so he guessed she was reading through something.
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Post by Ian on Nov 15, 2012 19:50:42 GMT -6
Once he finally got to the end of the hall, Ian was already nose deep in his book again. He entered the commons room scribbling away at yet another puzzle right around the time Achille took a seat. He was slightly surprised to see the Pyro didn't seem to notice him, what with his exceptional perception and all. Ian knew he probably had the lightest footfall out of everyone, but...
Using his pen as a bookmark, he closed the paperback and set it on a table next to Eric. "I, uh, ended up sleeping for a bit earlier, so I'm not tired." The Medic responded, intentionally omitting the fact that his nap had been accidental. He made his way into the kitchen to retrieve a drink as well, returning to the living room shortly with a strawberry soda. Then, after almost stumbling because of his nearly-too-long pants legs, he sat himself on the couch.
"I didn't know anyone else was still awake... otherwise I would've come out sooner."
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Post by Eric on Nov 15, 2012 20:03:45 GMT -6
Both teammates seemed as if they were going to stick around. Awesome. She folded the book over onto her hand and shrugged in response Achille's question, remembering after a moment that the gesture would be lost on him. "Same for me. I can never sleep during storms. Shits way too loud, I'm tellin ya," Eric paused before adding, "and 's no sweat. I was busy reading, y'know, barely even noticed no one was out here." Complete bullshit. But they didn't have to know that.
"So, now that you fellas are here, wanna do anything?"
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Post by Achille on Nov 15, 2012 20:43:28 GMT -6
Achille 'looked' up at the ceiling for a few moments, sipping from his glass before responding to Eric's question.
"I'd like to start a bonfire," he said, completely serious, "but I don't quite see that happening." He chuckled a bit and leaned back in his seat more, tossing his feat up on the table before him. He made a mental note to fill up his glass with some bourbon the next time he got up as he sipped his water. In fact... "Could make a pizza though. We've got the ingredients after all. You two ever had fresh baked pizza?"
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Post by Ian on Nov 15, 2012 22:45:23 GMT -6
"I haven't." Ian answered, unsure of whether or not he was telling the truth. At least, he couldn't recall a time where someone had made him a pizza from scratch before. To be honest, the thought of giving a blind man reason to use the stove made him shift on the couch with unease... but this feeling was easily topped by his stomach -- one that had suddenly become empty upon hearing the possibility of attaining food. It really wasn't good that he'd slept right through dinner today.
"We could do that. I mean... if you're sure you don't mind." Ian added shortly afterwards, easily giving in to his hunger. Achille seemed confident enough to do a good job, anyway, so the young man would put faith in him. Also, maybe using the stove for a while would quell his desire to burn things. Maybe. A little bit. Probably not. One could hope, right?
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Post by Eric on Nov 15, 2012 23:09:54 GMT -6
"Oh, yeah," she scoffed, "We're just gonna waltz into the kitchen, whip up some dough, throw toppings on, and make a pizza just like that. Yeah you can just do..." But both Ian and Achille looked and sounded quite serious. Eric blinked in surprise and leaned forward, her voice taking on an hint of eagerness, "Wait, wait, you mean we could actually make, like an actual pizza?"
It seemed like such an odd concept. Pizza was always the sort of thing you got at restaurants or bought frozen, not just whipped up one night as a midnight snack. Of course, it also seemed unlikely to her that a blind man could show them how to make a pizza. Or if nothing else, he might be one of those pyros who liked to burn their food. Still, it seemed like it could be fun, and it would provide a nice snack if it turned out well.
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Post by Achille on Nov 15, 2012 23:22:23 GMT -6
Achille laughed. "Of course we can. I've got all the herbs and spices needed and I picked up the dough, toppings and sauce needed during our last trip into town." He drained his glass and began to extract himself from his chair. "If you two get out all the things we need I can show you how to get started." He set his glass down on the kitchen counter and began to sift through one of the cabinets, reaching high, high above where most of the team usually put things. Smiling, he extracted a variety of spices and herbs, ranging from common to exotic.
Achille planned to make this a night to remember.
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Post by Ian on Nov 16, 2012 4:47:54 GMT -6
Ian took a swig of his drink and stood up, quietly and curiously sauntering after Achille into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter as the man enthusiastically dug into cabinets -- ones that he himself would probably need a chair to reach -- and brought forth a variety of things. The Medic looked closer to try and identify some of the contents, but failed pretty miserably. Ian sighed and took another sip of soda before setting his bottle on the counter; cooking really wasn't like Chemistry at all, was it? He didn't intend on letting his ignorance ruin their good time, though. Or the pizza.
No, his stomach was very determined not to let him do that.
"Okay, well..." He spoke up as the Pyro was still getting things ready, the all-too-familiar hints of uncertainty lingering with his words. "Where do we start?"
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Post by Eric on Nov 16, 2012 9:33:20 GMT -6
Eric tossed her comic onto the couch and hopped out of the chair, eagerly following after them. Honestly she hadn't even remembered Achille getting so many ingredients when they'd gone into town. But then again, she was usually preoccupied with her own business to notice what her teammates where doing. Leaving Achille to gather a variety of ingredients, she moved passed him and pulled a can of soda out of the fridge. It never ceased to amaze her how easily the pyro moved around and found things, to the point where you would never be able guess he had a disability.
She took her place next to Ian and sipped her soda, waiting for further instruction.
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Post by Achille on Nov 16, 2012 14:06:42 GMT -6
In answer of Ian's question, Achille washed extracted dough from the fridge, laying it down on the counter after he had covered it in flour. "I'll knead you to knead that Ian." He said, smiling at his horrible pun. "Don't forget to wash your hands first. And you Eric," He thought for a moment, "see if you can find the sauce in the fridge as well as the block of mozzarella cheese I put in there. I'll get a bowl for you to shred the cheese into while I work on getting the right toppings and amount of spices ready."
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Post by Ian on Nov 16, 2012 15:13:39 GMT -6
Unfortunately... or maybe fortunately for him, Achille's pun flew right over Ian's head. He furrowed his brow in confusion at the man's enunciation, coming to a conclusion that the Pyro was just overtly happy to teach him something. "Uh, yeah... sure thing." Pushing his drink bottle back a bit to prevent making a mess, the Medic moved to the sink and thoroughly washed his hands. Being a doctor and all, this kind of preparation was second nature to him... so at least he knew he wouldn't screw up there. Then he made his way over to where the dough was sitting.
Honestly, Ian had no idea what 'kneading' was, let alone how it was done. Eric likely knew more about cooking than he did -- why couldn't she do it? Not that he would bring it up; that would be much too awkward. The only thing he could gather from the state of the contents in front of him was that it needed to be worked around a bit. It needed to be... kneaded. Oh god, you better not start with those godawful puns too.
A bit reluctant, Ian poked the dough ball a few times -- frowning as it resisted him a little with stickiness. Even more hesitant, he covered his hands in flour and began applying pressure to the dough over the counter. He really hoped his efforts would be passable, at least.
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