... And then Ladon set everything on fire.

[rustigedraak]

Who: rustigedraak and occupants of house 15 and/or anyone nearby with a sense of smell.
What: Ladon's cooking. Oh God, I am so sorry.
Where: House 15, 4th floor kitchen.
When: Morning.
Warnings: Ladon has a potty mouth and he eats charcoal. Also, reply in whichever format you want to log in, I'll match.

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[recluserose]

[What. What was that horrible smell coming from the floors above Amelia? It's enough that she was taken away from home, but now she had to deal with a housemate that was presenting themselves as a fire hazard?]

[So of course she marches up (as opposed to using magic) to confront the offender]

Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!

[rustigedraak]

[ Ladon is just flipping charcoal cakes when some redheaded dame marches into his kitchen.

His gun is on the counter and he eyes it momentarily before looking over at the young woman yelling at him. ] S'it look like? Makin' breakfast.

[recluserose]

[Amelia eyes the charcoal critically. Very critically.]

You actually can digest that?

[rustigedraak]

[ Ladon breaks a piece off one of the already plated pancakes and pops it in his mouth as proof. ]

Yeah. Got a problem?

[itaidakimasu]

Yako had a very fine sense of taste. Biologically, this meant that her sense of smell was utterly superb; so superb that she could easily smell the acrid odor of burning food. In fact, this was what woke her.

It was a horrible way to be woken, especially for Yako.

She sat bolt upright, forgetting the fact that she was not, in fact, at home as an all too familiar panic began to set in. Oh God, she mentally whimpered. Her mother must be attempting to make breakfast. As there were no sirens or explosions, she must just be getting started. Feeling small spark of hope light in her chest, Yako quickly jumped out of bed. She might be able to stop her mother before she caused another incident with the bomb squad and waste disposal committee

[rustigedraak]

Ladon looked up from his breakfast to find some frazzled looking girl standing in his kitchen in her pajamas and staring at him.

"You sleep walkin', kid?" he asked. "'Cuz I ain't your mom."

[itaidakimasu]

Yako palmed her face, mortified. "I see that now. Sorry. I just uh..." She gestured towards him. "Sort of...yeah. Sorry."

Coughing slightly, she offered a tremulous smile. "Anyways, um...good morning. Did you intentionally burn your food or..?" Do you just suck at cooking? she finished to herself. If she had to deal with another version of her mom, here...

[rustigedraak]

"Matter of fact, I do." And just for that, he broke a piece off one of the blackened pancakes he already had on a plate, popping it in his mouth. "Got a problem?"

[ghostbitchwitch]

Hecate followed the smell of burnt food to its source, and paused just inside the door way.

She watched quietly, then spoke. "Most mortals try to keep from burning their food."

[rustigedraak]

Ladon jumped, hand ready to go to the gun he had on the counter, then relaxed and gave her a look. "Mortals? Interestin' way of puttin' it."

[ghostbitchwitch]

She shrugged. "Either one is an immortal or a mortal, and you are not immortal, sir."

[rustigedraak]

"That I ain't." He eyed her a moment, used a spatula to press a blackened pancake down against the surface of the grill. "What else you able t'tell 'bout me?"

Ladon and Jecht can have potty mouths together!

[thegreatjecht]

[Okay, Jecht is all for food, but when it smells like that, he's going to bother to climb all those friggin stairs to find out what the hell is going on.]

Where the fuck's the fire? -- Oh.

What the shit?

[rustigedraak]

[ He looks up from his cooking, taps the ashes off his cigarette and into the sink. ] Yeah? What d'you want?

[thegreatjecht]

What the hell is that?

[rustigedraak]

S'breakfast. [ Popping a piece of burnt pancake in his mouth mmmmm. ]