Sometimes You Just Have to Bake a Cake [Closed]

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Who: Samus Aran and Marj Pots
What: Marj is giving Samus a mission and by gum she's going to do it. Even if it's baking.
Where: Marj's residence.
When: Sometime February 24th
Warnings: None?

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Welcome to Stross. The smell of baking and the sound of power tools, that's what you get when dealing with Marjorie Pots. The windows are open (the windows are usually open) and in between the electric drill noises, there's music.

At the knock, the machine sounds stop and Marjie calls out, "Door's open!" before resuming. It's warm in there, with a disturbing amount of pink packaging trailing through the kitchen door.

"In here!" she calls from the kitchen. The countertop is an island of industry in the middle of a wide, airy setup, kitchen on one side, dining room on the other. The dining room table is currently all but filled with an insane-looking structure made from wood, plastic and screws. Strawberry smells fill the room, and Marjie stands up from the base, having just finished making doubly sure of a supporting screw, "Oh shit, you're taller than I thought."

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Samus opens the door slowly and takes a couple tentative steps in. The music, the home, the pink ... it's like Samus just took a portal to another universe. A pang in her stomach reminds her that this thought is the truth, or at least was the truth a few weeks ago.

She's stuck.

She follows the music and power tools to Marjorie, smells currently not an option with her helmet blocking out the sweet aroma of strawberry. She stops next to Marjorie and stares at the ... well, Samus isn't sure. Some sort of torture device? The most unaerodynamic rocket for small woodland creatures? The purpose simply eludes her.

She shrugs off Marjorie's comment, used to being the tallest girl in her class, but keeps staring at the table as she speaks.

"What is that?"

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"A surprise," Marj replies lightly, leaning on the table for balance as she reaches over to tamp down on the radio's volume, "Don't worry about that, babe. That's later."

She drops the drill atop its case on the floor and swings around the counter with a grin.

"C'mere, I wanna show you something."

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"All right."

Obligingly, Samus follows, although not happy about not being in the know for her job. Missions require the most information possible to bring about a swift and complication-free completion. This mission already had her in doubt. But she saw every job through until the end, regardless on how menial, and this would be the same.