Like a trail of bread crumbs... -Closed/In Progress-
WHO: The Turks - you know who you are!
WHAT: Elena lures company with the promise of snacks and beer.
WHERE: Elena's apartment.
WHEN: Early evening.
The box said fifteen minutes. So at the fourteen minute and fifty second mark, Elena was watching the oven. She opened the door at the expected *ding*, feeling the rush of hot air against her face. She really should've grabbed an oven mitt...but it was only a few inches to the top of the stove. How bad could it be?
"Ow! Shit!" The baking sheet rattled down against the stove top, row upon row of pizza rolls bouncing from the impact. Elena had managed to get them up there, but her fingers and thumbs had paid the price for it. She frowned and sucked on a slightly red fingertip while turning on the cold water to run over them. After a few seconds the sting was for the most part gone, and she was able to plate the snacks and take them into the living room.
She hadn't expected Reno to be won over by mere pizza rolls. Was even more unsure about Rude. But when Tseng agreed to it?
"I should've bought a lottery ticket." Elena placed them down on the table in the main room, along with a few other things, bottles of beer especially. With a sigh she straightened and took a look around her apartment. None of them had ever been here before, and she was suddenly a little worried about their opinions. It wasn't that the place was bad -- it was a nice apartment, in a nice neighborhood. The rooms were complete in shades of white and tan. Each end of the couch had a pillow perfectly placed. Even the edges of the stack of magazines on the table were perfectly aligned.
It was the most sterile apartment she'd ever been in.
Elena frowned and started looking around quickly. The magazines were the first to go, knocked over carelessly on the floor. She grabbed a pizza roll and stomped it into the pristine white carpet. And the pillows...well, she just ripped the tags right off of them, even if it said not to! That's right, she's a badass baby.
She took a deep breath, hands firmly on her hips as she took a look around. ...It still didn't look like a place Reno would be happy lingering in. But all she has to do is get them inside and then lock the door. "Crazy girl holds co-workers hostage. Story at eleven." She muttered sourly before flopping down on the couch.
WHAT: Elena lures company with the promise of snacks and beer.
WHERE: Elena's apartment.
WHEN: Early evening.
The box said fifteen minutes. So at the fourteen minute and fifty second mark, Elena was watching the oven. She opened the door at the expected *ding*, feeling the rush of hot air against her face. She really should've grabbed an oven mitt...but it was only a few inches to the top of the stove. How bad could it be?
"Ow! Shit!" The baking sheet rattled down against the stove top, row upon row of pizza rolls bouncing from the impact. Elena had managed to get them up there, but her fingers and thumbs had paid the price for it. She frowned and sucked on a slightly red fingertip while turning on the cold water to run over them. After a few seconds the sting was for the most part gone, and she was able to plate the snacks and take them into the living room.
She hadn't expected Reno to be won over by mere pizza rolls. Was even more unsure about Rude. But when Tseng agreed to it?
"I should've bought a lottery ticket." Elena placed them down on the table in the main room, along with a few other things, bottles of beer especially. With a sigh she straightened and took a look around her apartment. None of them had ever been here before, and she was suddenly a little worried about their opinions. It wasn't that the place was bad -- it was a nice apartment, in a nice neighborhood. The rooms were complete in shades of white and tan. Each end of the couch had a pillow perfectly placed. Even the edges of the stack of magazines on the table were perfectly aligned.
It was the most sterile apartment she'd ever been in.
Elena frowned and started looking around quickly. The magazines were the first to go, knocked over carelessly on the floor. She grabbed a pizza roll and stomped it into the pristine white carpet. And the pillows...well, she just ripped the tags right off of them, even if it said not to! That's right, she's a badass baby.
She took a deep breath, hands firmly on her hips as she took a look around. ...It still didn't look like a place Reno would be happy lingering in. But all she has to do is get them inside and then lock the door. "Crazy girl holds co-workers hostage. Story at eleven." She muttered sourly before flopping down on the couch.