Nov HoA Open Log post

[makes_asteroids]

Who: All House of Awesome people and guest
When: Month of November
Where: The House of Awesome
Summary: Open Log for HoA CR
Warnings: Will be updated as needed!

((OOC: So! Please see the House of Awesome Metapost for info on the house. ANYONE not Lucifer or Balthazar (yet) can enter the porch - and while you CAN hit the buzzer to have someone

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Kitchen- November 8th all day

[the_dead_pool2]

[Every now and then Deadpool had impulses and followed them. And yeah, I know what you are thinking, you have impulses all the time and follow them? And to you I say 'shaddup'. Anyway back to 'setting the mood' and whatever. Every now and then Deadpool had a strong urge to bake, and today was one of those days. He had purchased the ingredients himself to make a variety of different muffins, cookies, and pie. The advantage of having super human endurance was that he kept up a fairly relentless pace.]

Do you know the muffin man? The muffin man? The muffin man! Do you know the muffin man? Who lives on Drury Lane?

[He sings as he bakes the muffins]

[paterelohim]

[Cue Chuck hobbling in on his cane (that's still pimped out from Halloween, wanna fight about it?) to follow the smell of delicious baking.]

You killed the friggin' muffin man, didn't you?

[the_dead_pool2]

[He glances over]

Not in this city, but I won't deny it may have happened in my universe, we do have an odd one. I blame people like you for that, by the way.

whoa hey hi look who's finally tagging back

[paterelohim]

...How is it my fault?

Tagging back, back again, tagging's back, tell a friend!

[the_dead_pool2]

Didn't say you specifically, people in your profession I suppose be the most accurate.

i-i think deadpool knows about the prophet thing rite

[paterelohim]

Wait, whoa, so is it a news reporter's fault that the disaster he's covering happened?

Yep, its more so the fact that he is a writer though.

[the_dead_pool2]

[He mixes some batter and cracks a couple of eggs into the mix as he replies]

Nope, but it is the fault of the writer how the story plays out, and who gets hurt, all that jazz.

Mmm, i see. /s-so late ;a;

[paterelohim]

Okay, you must be getting cosmic on me, because I don't control anything I write. I'm not some grand puppet-master toying with his creations.

You kind of are, Chuck, you kind of are.

[the_dead_pool2]

[Having satisfied himself with what the muffin recipe called for, he began to pour them into small cups]

Lets just say I'm in touch with my audience, gimpy.

[He shrugs and continues his pouring and then pops the tray in the oven, pausing to give Chuck a look]

How do you not control anything you write? You kind of have to put the pen to paper, so that is well within your control.

[paterelohim]

I write down prophecies. So, you know. Outside of my control. It just flows and all I can really control is what I write into the final draft that gets published.

[the_dead_pool2]

Yes yes, you are a special snowflake and all that. Now more importantly...

[He grabs from a nearby pile of muffins, and does a light toss at Chuck]

How are my muffins? Do you think they'd bring all the boys to the yard?

[paterelohim]

[One-handed catch.]

Uh. [Inspecting it.] Is this cranberry orange?

[Bite.]

Huh. That's pretty friggin' good, actually.

[the_dead_pool2]

Yeah, its a skill I've developed over the years, especially during years when employment was less then fruitful.

[He sighs]

Ah, nothing like a bake-a-thon to get those juices flowing.

i am legitimately sorry about my sluggishness lately

[paterelohim]

Huh. [...Baking. Somehow, it's both unexpected and completely unsurprising.] Can you do cheesecakes?

S'alright.

[the_dead_pool2]

Of course, I can bake pretty much anything. My baked Alaska needs work though.

[He taps his foot and keeps moving]

the end of the semester man :|

[paterelohim]

Bullshit. [Still stuffing his face with muffin, btw. Clearly Chuck doesn't like your cooking. Can't you tell?] I won't believe it unless you prove it.