(24 || VIDEO) backdated AGAIN to earlier this afternoon
[Somebody's copying Crowley been busy. Behind the zombie killer of the month was a mess of a kitchen. Well, half-mess of a kitchen. You can barely see Rochelle's living room poking out with one of those tiny fake Christmas trees in it. Don't worry, House of Awesome, it's her apartment's kitchen. But seriously there's dough, flour, icing, and all kinds of crap everywhere. The only thing organized about the background is all the little paper bags stacked neatly together. If you look closely and are a friend of Rochelle's*, you can probably see your name written on the pretty Christmas tags slapped on each bag's front.
And if you wanna play Where's Waldo, there's her desert eagle half-sticking out of the frame. A couple of ammunition boxes too, along with medical supplies apparently. One of these things is not like the other.
And in the foreground of this little scene is Rochelle, balancing a pan of cookies on her thighs while she re-fixes her hair back into a bun. The cookies are burnt, at least half of them hideously so. White frosting is slathered across each one and red candy pieces form a smile on a few. When she gets her hands down, they go back to holding the tray. DESPITE THE ENTIRE SITUATION THERE IS THE MOST CONFUSED BEMUSEMENT ON RO'S FACE.]
Okay, WOW. Did anybody else get suddenly compelled to try baking when they walked out of that Northern Latte place? 'Cause I have no idea why I turned into Duff Goldman for the last couple of hours.
[Ro looks around, with a mutter 'shit, I'm gonna have to clean this all up..'. Then her eyes wander back to the pan. After hesitating briefly, she plucks one of the burnt cookies off the pan. She hesitates some more, then bites in. Munch. Munch. EYEBROW RAISE!!]
Mmmh... mm! These aren't so bad! [She uses a finger to scoop up some frosting and lick it off her finger.] Ohhh, man. Anybody want cookies?
[ooc: **If you're not sure if Rochelle would consider your character a friend, feel free to ask! You're all getting hideously burnt cookies. And naturally, this is open for House of Awesome action tags.]
And if you wanna play Where's Waldo, there's her desert eagle half-sticking out of the frame. A couple of ammunition boxes too, along with medical supplies apparently. One of these things is not like the other.
And in the foreground of this little scene is Rochelle, balancing a pan of cookies on her thighs while she re-fixes her hair back into a bun. The cookies are burnt, at least half of them hideously so. White frosting is slathered across each one and red candy pieces form a smile on a few. When she gets her hands down, they go back to holding the tray. DESPITE THE ENTIRE SITUATION THERE IS THE MOST CONFUSED BEMUSEMENT ON RO'S FACE.]
Okay, WOW. Did anybody else get suddenly compelled to try baking when they walked out of that Northern Latte place? 'Cause I have no idea why I turned into Duff Goldman for the last couple of hours.
[Ro looks around, with a mutter 'shit, I'm gonna have to clean this all up..'. Then her eyes wander back to the pan. After hesitating briefly, she plucks one of the burnt cookies off the pan. She hesitates some more, then bites in. Munch. Munch. EYEBROW RAISE!!]
Mmmh... mm! These aren't so bad! [She uses a finger to scoop up some frosting and lick it off her finger.] Ohhh, man. Anybody want cookies?
[ooc: **If you're not sure if Rochelle would consider your character a friend, feel free to ask! You're all getting hideously burnt cookies. And naturally, this is open for House of Awesome action tags.]