Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


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    Re: Save The Date!

    Post by Kev on Tue Aug 04, 2015 2:46 am

    Livewire received her hugs, Metus his strokes on the head. There was an urge, a great urge to just latch onto Livewire, but that could not be. She was younger then he was. She didn't need for him to go to pieces right now. He would be strong for her, though he put as much affection and love into his displays of affection for them as he could before he sat at the table. With all of these plates splayed out before him, Kev felt like the guest of honor at a British Thanksgiving feast. True, it was just two plates but there was just so much on those plates...both hands folded into his lap politely before Kev raised his head to watch Livewire explain.

    Spoken like a true chef, apparently the recipes for today had come from a cook book Livewire had found from 1987. "'87 must have been a good year for English Breakfasts." The alien craned his head as Livewire moved a plate closer, pointing out every item on the plate and explaining them to him. Which was good, because otherwise he would have assumed the little patties to be hamburgers. In reality, the little patties were a lot more complicated then any old burger. With the odd name 'bubble and squeak', it was made of mashed potatoes, cabbage and...grease? He raised a brow at the young Cybertronian but otherwise said nothing, merely admiring the dish. All of that was put into a patty and fried up, and the name came from the squeaking it made as it was cooked. "Oooh..." Squeaky food, who knew?! Next was tomatoes and mushrooms, thankfully easier for him to identify. "They do?" Kev was certainly no cook, but learning that tomatoes were best when cooked with the vine still attached was a neat little factoid. The alien perked up in his seat. "Good call, those sound like they could be poisonous." Never trust blue food. Bacon got perhaps the least grand introduction, which drew a small snicker from him.

    The second plate contained something most interesting, enough so that Kev reached a hand downwards and gave the Haggis a gentle prod with his finger. It was definitely...soft? But the gray color of it all really threw him for a loop. So interested in trying to riddle out this Haggis he was, he didn't notice Livewire's pause. Like a hot dog, got it. Nobody knew what a hot dog was made out of, the same must be true for haggis! A very meaty dish, at least...looked very filling. The alien gave it one more poke before he redirected his attention to the rest of the plate. A poached...oh. An egg. Both hands were kept to himself this time, a sufficient pokerface as he nodded his head to show Livewire that he understood. Alas, poor chicken. We will never know thee. Coming from a species that laid eggs, Kev wasn't particularly fond of eggs as a food dish. But...for Livewire...he would do it. He would eat...the egg. Kev leaned forward to give the baked beans a sniff, and a content hum was his sign of approval. The bacon fat and brown sugar mixture with the beans smelled great.

    Livewire's head bop took him by surprise, the alien's eyes widening as metal connected with the scales of his head. The metal did not stab or tear, merely rub against them. Oh...that's right. This was a thing they did. It took a couple of moments, but the alien reciprocated the motion and nudged his head against her helm in return. "He did? Hm...wonder what the rest of his meals looked like..." The nuzzling drew a small trill from Kev, temptation rising again to just grab her and hold onto her as though she were a security item of some kind. Steady Kev, there was breakfast to eat...Spotted Dick was waiting for him to consume as well, and even a new tea.

    "I'm sure I'll like everything you brought. This all looks and smells delicious." There was, of course, one little thing... "Do you think it needs to be processed? Or will it be fine to be absorbed as is?" A lot of this did look rather...solid, after all. He grasped the cup of juice and dipped his fingers within the drink, admiring the taste greedily. Water was great, but juice...he sorely missed juice. As he waited for Livewire's verdict, his eyes strayed towards the corner that the Dark Judge had claimed. After another 6 days with the Judge in charge and throwing his weight around, it was...strange to see him so quiet and subdued. He lurked in the corner, still and silent. Though most leisure hours saw the alien clinging onto the Judge, he had to admit that he wasn't so sure what to think of him right now. The training was rough, the exercises were rough, even his instructor was rough. Kev yearned for the return of soft, and there were a few peeks of softness here and there. Usually on Sundays and during leisure time. It wasn't enough to balance out all of the roughness, the pain, and more then anything, the fatigue. Perhaps that was why Livewire's softness was like a salve on some imaginary burn. She could do what the Judge could not. "Mmm..." His gaze fell back down to his plate. Enjoy today for what it was...enjoy whatever he could get because it wouldn't return for a week.


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    Re: Save The Date!

    Post by Fear on Sat Aug 08, 2015 3:13 pm

    Mm... didn't that all just sound wonderful, Kev? Imagine... Simply imagine.

    The rich, fatty allure of fried grease and leftover Sunday roast, tightly-packed into a savoury patty... Embellished with meaty strips of cured back bacon juxtaposed beside warmed beans in a tantalizing brown sugar syrup... A poached egg lay delicately balanced atop this eclectic assortment of foodstuffs, its buttery aroma positively mouthwatering. Such a pity that Kev would not be able to fully appreciate the feast before him... It was almost a sin, really.

    But, as appetizing as this wondrous meal was, ancient memories futilely pining away for just a single bite, ethereal eyes could not help themselves from settling upon the otherwise dull, unappealing lump nestled between the back bacon and the vegetables. The yearning would have been nearly insatiable had not a certain alien thought to poke and prod the greyish dish with his... ugh, fingers. A low growl was Kev's sole warning to cease and desist. "It isss not consssidered polite to play with one'sss food," came the disapproving rumble. The femme's anxiety was noted, though the sinister Dark Judge preyed upon it not. Her reasoning for not explaining haggis to Kev was understandable. Oh, if only the fool had the capacity to appreciate what she had made... what she had toiled to create all morning. To hear that everything would most likely be processed by the liquidiser was heart-wrenching. It was almost too good for the alien's unrefined palate.

    And yet it was made for him to enjoy on this fair Sunday morning.

    A disappointed - "Tch." - escaped the ghoul's grinning helm and Judge Fear once again lapsed into an eerie silence. Indulge in this labour of love and indulge it thoroughly, Kev, for these pleasant luxuries were few and far in-between. And yes, you will eat that egg. Nothing was to be wasted, or you will suffer a wrath most unkind come tomorrow.

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