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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 18:11:57 GMT -4
Matt made his way through the door to the spacious kitchen with Larza right on his heels. He felt ravenous and assumed the girl behind him felt the same. Pushing a forgotten chair up under the table he surveyed the tile-floored room. Hmm....where to check first....ah ha! he thought, spying the refridgerator in the corner.
"L' see if there's somethin' in the fridge..." he said aloud, walking briskly toward it. Pulling it open and hunching over to view the contents he asked Larza "Anythin' in p'rticular you want?"
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 22:00:04 GMT -4
Larza shrugged, then realized matt couldn't see her from inside the fridge, and spoke.
"Not really." she said, grabbing a glass from over the sink and filing it from the tap. "Whatever's there's fine with me."
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 22:18:19 GMT -4
Listening to her talk, Matt pulled out an old pizza box which was so cold it burnt his hand and shook it. Nothing. Tossing on the nearby counter, he continued his search for food while humming a random tune he'd heard somewhere. After not finding anything worthy of being called "food", he half slammed the refridgerator door and openned the adjacent freezer door.
Immediately a rush of cold air blew over him, sending chills down his spine. "Brrr..." he said, shivering. "Ah ha! Gotcha!" he said to the box of waffles, pulling it out.
Returning to the table with a triumphant grin, Matt winked at Larza before dropping the box on the wooden surface. Just afterward he began thawing plates of ice off the side with a pinpoint plasma laser emitted from the tip of his right index finger.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 22:41:35 GMT -4
Larza smiled fainty, sitting on the edge of the counter, sipppng her water.
"So that your power?" she asked, setting her glass on her knee, keeping her hand around it to steady it. "Pretty nifty." she added.
A small voice in her head asked her why she was being so social, but she squelched it, deciding to wonder at her sanity level later.
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 22:48:08 GMT -4
"Nifty indeed" Matt answered, laser-cutting a large chuck of ice off to the point where he could open the box. "There we go." he continued, wrenching the side off and pulling out the still unopenned bag.
While walking to the toaster oven, he ripped open one end of the bag and asked "How many ya want. Two? Three?" At the same time he carefully openned the toaster oven's door and turned to her for the answer.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 22:50:50 GMT -4
"Two's good, thanks." she said, smiling and getting off the counter.
She set her glass on the table, and looked around the room a bit. "Gosh this place is huge." she muttered. "I can't see how anyone oculd know where anything is."
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 22:56:44 GMT -4
Placing two of the waffles in the mini oven and shutting the door, Matt said "Me neither. Guess it's one o' those things you learn from habit er somethin'."
He pressed down on the small lever that turned the tiny oven on and walked to a cabinet across the room, pulling out two plates. Realizing he'd done it without even thinking about it he said "Uh...just like that." Returning to the table, he tossed three waffles for himself on one plate while Larza's cooked and stuffed the remaining pancake wannabes back in the box.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 23:00:00 GMT -4
Larza laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. How long've you been here then?" she asked, re-ajusting her gloves, and picking up her glass again, taking a sip of water.
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 23:08:35 GMT -4
"Y'know I can't tell ya how many times people have asked me that....but I guess I can answer one more time." he said, holding his right hand over his own plate of waffles. " 'Specially for such a pretty girl as ya'self." he continued, with a wink and a smirk. "Jus' don't tell my girlfriend I said that. Anyway..." his hand started glowing orange as he half laughed at himself.
Recovering he said "....guess it's been..uh...phh, 5...6 months." as the plate gently started turning on the counter by itself, his glowing hand heating the waffles.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 23:11:51 GMT -4
She smiled, shaking her head.
"I won't tell her. It hasn't been that long then." she stated. "I've only been here...a week? Two at the most. It's weird. Seems longer. " she added.
(OOC: 'specally since each thread usually takes us all a real-life week to complete, lol)
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 23:19:37 GMT -4
(ooc: lol)
"Eh, ev'rthin' seems longer when ya'r waitin' for a singlular moment after an extended period of time...er somethin' like that." Matt said as the quickly heating plate turned beneath his hand. A moment later he heard a pop signalling that the toaster oven was finished.
Leaving his own plate and taking Larza's, he walked to the mini oven and openned the small plexiglass door. Drawing a fork and knife from a drawer so conviniently (sp?) located directly beneath the oven, he raked her waffles onto the plate. Pulling a bottle of maple syrup out of the cabinet also convinently located directly above the oven, he walked back with everything piled in his hands.
"Think it was my French teacher that said that, not sure." he said, setting the plate and bottle in front of her.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 23:21:40 GMT -4
She nodded. "It does, especally when it's not a good moment you're waiting for." she said.
When he set a plate infront of her she smiled. "Thanks." she said.
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 23:27:00 GMT -4
Matt nodded once and went back to heating his own waffles. He would have heated them both with his powers but his own would probably come out looking like a pool-side grill: thin, brown and smelling of burnt beef. And it wouldn't have been exactly polite to give a guest waffles intended to poison one's younger sister.
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Post by roguejedi on Dec 19, 2003 23:38:59 GMT -4
Larza took a bite from her waffle after pouring a small amount of syrup on them, and resumed her study of the large room.
It was almost second nature to her now, to look around, get good mental file of her surroundings, for future use, that she did it everytime she entered a room here.
(OOC: I gotta go now. C'ya' later/tomorrow! *waves and vanishes* ^_^)
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Post by Ion on Dec 19, 2003 23:42:49 GMT -4
(ooc: Matt1: yay she's gone, now lets talk about her behind her back... Matt2: ya mean like we always do?...MentallySlowMatt: o course stupid.....jk, later)
He finally finished heating his waffles, which came out better than he expected. Quickly grabbing a knife and fork out of the drawer he cut them up and poured a heaping amount of syrup on them, which suprisingly left plenty of syrup for later.
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