Fruitcake Baking! For Great Justice!

[tigereyedrogue]

Here's a very large Bengal tiger bounding through the Nexus. Incongruously enough, he has a light dusting of flour on his fur, and smells faintly of baked goods and candied fruit. Around his neck, a still steamy-warm packet of fruit-cake has been tied like a Saint Bernard's barrel of brandy

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[its_teahtimeh]

"That depends. Do employers count?"

[tigereyedrogue]

Daimon sits back on his haunches. "If you're for hire and 'aven't seen them before, sure."

[its_teahtimeh]

"In that case . . . well, I tried to kill my world's version of Santa once."

[tigereyedrogue]

"You're the bloke that went after Santa? Huh. Care to try for this one? He's a great giant robot, and he's in the way." Daimon licks a bit of batter off his paw.

"Though I suppose getting my Yule baking out of the way was good."

[courtneycrumrin]

"I offered to magically repair someone's jeans one time," a blonde girl volunteers, eyeing the talking tiger with interest. "I think they'd been shredded in the wash or something. It ended in me getting an eyeful of naked guy and her getting chewed out by her roommate. It was pretty embarrassing."

[tigereyedrogue]

The tiger squints happily, tail drifting around. D'aw, small cute witch kid! He settles down into a somewhat lower profile, lying on his belly with his legs tucked under; of course this only makes him about as unobtrusive as a stripy orange sofa.

"Well, that certainly doesn't sound like much fun. Hope it got sorted. Can you work in the open in your world, or is it all hush-hush like in mine?

"For me, today, the mission is fruitcake. Just finished baking it, now I 'ave to run it over to help out this Doctor bloke. What can I say--I'm a bit of sucker for a good cause."

[courtneycrumrin]

Big kitty! Courtney smiles back. She likes large, predatory creatures and in the Nexus she isn't very easily intimidated, so she wanders closer. "In retrospect it was pretty funny, but at the time it wasn't much fun, no. I get into these things...One of the first times I was in the Nexus I ended up levitating bullets out of someone. It's no wonder my uncle doesn't like me visiting here much."

"It smells good. Is he going to eat it or is it for something else?" You never can tell with fruitcake. "And is it hard, baking without opposable thumbs?" She grins, teasing a little. She's not unfamiliar with shape-changing magic.

[tigereyedrogue]

He puts his head down on his paws, his striped brow knitting in an almost human-like expression. "Drama takes its toll, especially on the magically active. I have a friend who simply should never cast when she's upset. She overdoes things, and they tend to go dark on her. Part of why she moved here full-time

[metody_green]

He blushes. "I was an elf once. Um. A girl elf. Because it was my friend's job and she got sick, and I fit pretty well into her costume. Um. Once I stuffed a - " He reddens more, gesturing at his chest.

[tigereyedrogue]

Tiger eyes dance and his tail wiggles around. "I imagine that commenting about how cute that would look would be absolutely no help whatsoever. Heh.

"So! Look at how I've been corrupted by you and my other friends here. Here I am running off from my kitchen with fresh fruitcake for that Doctor bloke...."

[metody_green]

He blushes. "Well - at least I do fit in the costume."

He laughs and reaches to scratch at Daimon's jaw. "You look adorable. And I think that's awesome - I just stole one from my parents and poured another glass of brandy on it. I hope he doesn't get it too close to a fire."

[tigereyedrogue]

"Yeah, imagine me tryin' to do that for a moment. Heh. You know, I hate fruitcake, but I love worthy causes. Want a lift over there? We can go galumphing to the rescue in style."