A shelter from the storm

[bucky_cap]

Who: OPEN LOG, anyone and everyone!
When: From the beginning of the destruction to reset
Where: The capes' safehouse
Summary: While destruction reigns supreme outside, near the bank is a house surrounded in a dome of barely-there blue light; it stays up, untouched by the black blood and the storm of powers outside.
Rating: PG, I'll bump it up if

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[brevipennate]

[Nill wasn't sure what, exactly, she was supposed to do except hide. Luckily, she'd happened upon the store of food and was standing idly in the kitchen, wondering if it would be okay for her to make something to eat for everyone in the shelter. She thought that maybe a cake or some cookies would cheer people up... but it wasn't her food. She didn't want to just take anything.]

[worthyheir]

[Damian brushes past her to find some water. He doesn't like being useless, but he also knew it was a waste of time to be outside with the powerhouses, as his sword wouldn't put a dent on the wall. Finding a full canteen among the provisions, he turns on his heel and goes to leave, only to finally notice the winged girl.] Oh, it's you.

[brevipennate]

[The blonde starts a bit when he walks by her, but when she sees who it is she just folds her hands behind her back and watches him. Her wings flit behind her back, and she waits patiently for him to either leave or acknowledge her, whichever comes first. At the latter, she raises a hand in greeting and smiles.]

[worthyheir]

[He's a prickly cactus child. You don't get a wave back, but he does acknowledge you with a nod of the head so that's something.]

Why are you just standing there? Trying to stay out of the way?

[brevipennate]

[Well, he isn't completely wrong. She shrugs, and then gestures to the oven; she was going to bake something. And since he walked in and took some water... well, she starts rooting around in the food stores for butter, eggs, flour, etc. It's cake time. After a second she pauses and tilts her head to him; would he like to help?]

[worthyheir]

[Not really, but...] What, do you need something?

[brevipennate]

[be a man, damian. and how nice of you to ask! she nods, and gestures towards what looks like dry ingredients. she points to flour, sugar, and brown sugar. if he could grab those, it'd be great.]

[worthyheir]

Your arms aren't broken. [But he's grumbling and getting it anyway.]

[brevipennate]

[She nods in thanks, gathering up all the wet ingredients, along with some baking soda and cocoa. Nill places all of this on a nearby counter, and starts searching for a bowl. Her wings flit behind her as she goes up on tip-toe, searching in a cupboard.]

[worthyheir]

[With a not-so-gentle shove (but taking enough care not to actually hurt her), he gets Nill out of the way so he can use his crazy ninja skills to get the bowl out of the cabinet (aka he climbed on a counter).]

[brevipennate]

[She takes the hint as soon as he tries to move her, and steps aside. Smiling, she reaches for the bowl once he's grabbed it; it was awfully nice of him to do that for her.]

[worthyheir]

[It's a good thing you can't talk and vocalize that thought, Nill.]

Are you situated now?

[brevipennate]

[After a moment's thought, she holds up a finger to indicate that he should wait, and she quickly goes about measuring and mixing, soon enough popping a pan with cake batter into the oven. She then leans against the counter, hands folded in her lap. In just a few moments, the smell of chocolate cake is filling up the kitchen.]

[worthyheir]

[Mmm, chocolate... I-I MEAN Tt.]

So all that to... cook? What did you need my help for?

[brevipennate]

[Nill gestures to the cake, then him, and then mimics eating. Someone needs to be her taste-tester.]

[worthyheir]

[Oh Nill honey... He's the worst person to pick for that. He'll just call it terrible and hurl it against a wall or something (again).]

See, that's charades.