Cleaning Party! [Open]
Characters: Cimorene + Anyone who ever wants to have dessert ever again.
Content: It's a cleaning party!
Setting: The kitchen of the 4233
Time: Midafternoon
Warnings: Dirty dishes and general disorganization
The door to kitchen was wide open, allowing the clanging of pots and pans echo out. Cimorene had just put out a general call for help and, hopefully, she would soon be seeing people in to give her a hand. In the mean time, she was trying to get everything sorted into piles. There were pots and pans over there that needed to be cleaned, a pile here that didn't need to be cleaned. The large cutting table had been piled with the dry goods and foodstuffs from the ice chest and cupboards; both of which would have to be cleaned later. Dishes and utensils where stacked nearby, all of which were going to be cleaned. A lemon had been set aside for when she set after the counters and floors and cupboards, a habit from her life with Kazul that she had never really been able to shake.
"There," she said, satisfied with herself as she surveyed the kitchen. It wasn't completely clean, not by a long shot, but at least you could walk from one end of the room to the other without tripping and falling all over yourself. For which Cimorene's knees were very thankful. Hearing footsteps at the door, she turned and smiled, pushing a strand of loose dark hair back behind her ear. "Oh good. Come here and I'll give you a job to do."
Content: It's a cleaning party!
Setting: The kitchen of the 4233
Time: Midafternoon
Warnings: Dirty dishes and general disorganization
The door to kitchen was wide open, allowing the clanging of pots and pans echo out. Cimorene had just put out a general call for help and, hopefully, she would soon be seeing people in to give her a hand. In the mean time, she was trying to get everything sorted into piles. There were pots and pans over there that needed to be cleaned, a pile here that didn't need to be cleaned. The large cutting table had been piled with the dry goods and foodstuffs from the ice chest and cupboards; both of which would have to be cleaned later. Dishes and utensils where stacked nearby, all of which were going to be cleaned. A lemon had been set aside for when she set after the counters and floors and cupboards, a habit from her life with Kazul that she had never really been able to shake.
"There," she said, satisfied with herself as she surveyed the kitchen. It wasn't completely clean, not by a long shot, but at least you could walk from one end of the room to the other without tripping and falling all over yourself. For which Cimorene's knees were very thankful. Hearing footsteps at the door, she turned and smiled, pushing a strand of loose dark hair back behind her ear. "Oh good. Come here and I'll give you a job to do."