cake and grief counseling, for the ones who are still alive [OPEN]
Characters: Giselle, anyone else on the Way who feels the need for some conciliatory cake
Content: Giselle is upset. And when Giselle is upset, she bakes.
Setting: The kitchen of the Winding Way.
Time: Pretty much right after this post.
Warnings: Cake. Lots and lots of cake.
Giselle was unhappy. This was a new feeling for her.
Normally she enjoyed new experiences, but this one? Not so much. It had been awful enough when the bombings had actually happened, of course, but to know that it was part of the crew -- someone she'd trusted --
That it had been Terry --
She measured and mixed and poured without even thinking about it, her hands working on auto-pilot, keeping her occupied while her brain tried to work itself around this new concept. Giselle had always been a firm believer that most people were basically good; her idea of 'bad people' involved top hats and twirling mustaches. Well, perhaps that was putting it too simply -- Giselle wasn't stupid; she'd just grown up a...teensy bit sheltered, was all -- but she'd always assumed that it would just be obvious. People who did nice things were good people, and people who didn't were not. She'd just thought she was extremely fortunate in never having actually met anyone truly evil before.
The idea that someone could act nice, and then turn around and try to destroy everything --
There were several cakes in the oven right now. (It was a big oven -- they had to feed the entire ship with it, after all.) Three more were cooling on the counter, and she was pouring the batter for another two right then. When Giselle needed to get her mind off of something, she went all-out.
She had no idea what she was going to do with all this cake, but she'd deal with that later. Instead she just focused on mixing and folding, measuring and pouring...
Content: Giselle is upset. And when Giselle is upset, she bakes.
Setting: The kitchen of the Winding Way.
Time: Pretty much right after this post.
Warnings: Cake. Lots and lots of cake.
Giselle was unhappy. This was a new feeling for her.
Normally she enjoyed new experiences, but this one? Not so much. It had been awful enough when the bombings had actually happened, of course, but to know that it was part of the crew -- someone she'd trusted --
That it had been Terry --
She measured and mixed and poured without even thinking about it, her hands working on auto-pilot, keeping her occupied while her brain tried to work itself around this new concept. Giselle had always been a firm believer that most people were basically good; her idea of 'bad people' involved top hats and twirling mustaches. Well, perhaps that was putting it too simply -- Giselle wasn't stupid; she'd just grown up a...teensy bit sheltered, was all -- but she'd always assumed that it would just be obvious. People who did nice things were good people, and people who didn't were not. She'd just thought she was extremely fortunate in never having actually met anyone truly evil before.
The idea that someone could act nice, and then turn around and try to destroy everything --
There were several cakes in the oven right now. (It was a big oven -- they had to feed the entire ship with it, after all.) Three more were cooling on the counter, and she was pouring the batter for another two right then. When Giselle needed to get her mind off of something, she went all-out.
She had no idea what she was going to do with all this cake, but she'd deal with that later. Instead she just focused on mixing and folding, measuring and pouring...