[Thread] Call of Duty
Characters: AU!Kir, OU!Siegfried
Where: Ci-Enas
When: Daytime, about two days after this
Summary: Aligoté tries to get back into the habit of things and tries to whip up both a meal and his spirits.
Warnings: Maybe a little leftover Halloween angst?
He'd spent the last three days in an empty apartment; even with as busy as Neocontra was, there were still a few -- the most rundown and bare of them had not yet been filled. It had been a long few days and aside from an accidental post in his messenger (which he'd tried to delete after he realized it had recorded him) it had been spent quietly and in mourning. Another year had passed since the death of his partner, and this year he also felt as though he'd finally lost any strand of familiarity with the Jing already here. The harsh words Jing had thrown at him hadn't yet begun to fade.
Aligoté couldn't hide forever though, as much as he wanted to. Ordinarily this would seem like an exercise in futility or at least bizarre given the circumstances. But he needed something normal and needed it very badly, and as strange as it was cooking in this place had become his normality. So, with his supply bag (quite light, given that there were no requisitions, but with enough basic staples he should be able to make something) he climbed the stairs to the Ci floor of the building and let himself into Enas.
He entered without a word into the kitchen and began clearing a space so he could begin preparing something. He was thinking perhaps dumplings since flour wasn't exactly a high-priority food item to ration, but just dumplings would be a bland meal. He went to check the tall pantry, but his step stool wasn't in its usual place. Frowning, he began opening cupboards, looking for it. He was short; he needed it to see half the shelves.
Where: Ci-Enas
When: Daytime, about two days after this
Summary: Aligoté tries to get back into the habit of things and tries to whip up both a meal and his spirits.
Warnings: Maybe a little leftover Halloween angst?
He'd spent the last three days in an empty apartment; even with as busy as Neocontra was, there were still a few -- the most rundown and bare of them had not yet been filled. It had been a long few days and aside from an accidental post in his messenger (which he'd tried to delete after he realized it had recorded him) it had been spent quietly and in mourning. Another year had passed since the death of his partner, and this year he also felt as though he'd finally lost any strand of familiarity with the Jing already here. The harsh words Jing had thrown at him hadn't yet begun to fade.
Aligoté couldn't hide forever though, as much as he wanted to. Ordinarily this would seem like an exercise in futility or at least bizarre given the circumstances. But he needed something normal and needed it very badly, and as strange as it was cooking in this place had become his normality. So, with his supply bag (quite light, given that there were no requisitions, but with enough basic staples he should be able to make something) he climbed the stairs to the Ci floor of the building and let himself into Enas.
He entered without a word into the kitchen and began clearing a space so he could begin preparing something. He was thinking perhaps dumplings since flour wasn't exactly a high-priority food item to ration, but just dumplings would be a bland meal. He went to check the tall pantry, but his step stool wasn't in its usual place. Frowning, he began opening cupboards, looking for it. He was short; he needed it to see half the shelves.