[BOND]

[voreaciously]

Who: 80H and you! Eat, drink, and be merry! It's a mingle.
When: Day 25, afternoon
Where: The Lounge

In Jasmine

[Within Jasmine's tremendous new kitchen is a flurry of activity, a storm of leashed chaos, and in the eye stands 80H, cooking and baking up a storm.

Ever prepared, however, she's cooked meals for the rest of the car so they do not have to worry about fending for themselves while she's taken over the space. It's all neatly labeled and delicious. She starts early evening and if you come down for a midnight snack or glass of water, she's still at it. Different times of day warrant different aromas. Savoury, sweet, herbal, blends of lavender and vanilla, citrus and cloves.

And the warmth.

It feels nice in here from all the baking, not oppressively hot, but looking at her, it's difficult to tell if she feels any of it at all. She seems like an icy singularity, divorced from her own reality even she carefully, delicately makes mille-feuille for it.]

In the Lounge

[80H is not in her uniform (shut up, Crow, it's still fucking legit) for the most part, instead wearing Jasmine's sweeping skirt, bunched top, and sandals, though she keeps her blindfold, tied in a bow at the side of her head with ribbons. Blue, silver, purple.

Marigold.

She wheels out a long cart made of crystal covered by a light blue tablecloth that dips oscillates between transparency and translucency, fading into nothingness at the edges. It reflects prismatic colours in crystalline shapes, but despite the edges of the reflections, it looks light as air and soft as silk.

Upon it sit myriad desserts on plates of various sizes, though many are single serve. They, too, are crystalline and clear, delicately shaped, but belying sturdiness. Creme brulee torched to perfection, tarts of all kinds, mille-feuille, delicately baked, round cheesecakes with a thick drizzle made of native berries, mousse made with the same, and thin biscuits dipped in dark chocolate and marbled with white.

In various crystal pots are tea. She would have liked to have more, but there's a fair selection all the same. The pots are transparent and so the colours are immediately visible and she's taken care to arrange them in a most pleasing away along the table.]

I would humbly suggest you try something.

[She will say this to anyone and everyone, and if she is not stopped, she will stand well away, but present.]

Comments

[voreaciously]

[She has more questions, but HNNNNNG CROW MIGHT NOT REMEMBER AND THAT'S A HORNET'S NEST SHE DOESN'T WANT TO POKE FOR THE SAKE OF HER CURIOSITY EVEN IF IT BURNS.

IT BURNSSSSS USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.]

I see, very well. Does it have other features?

[tell her your secrets, you big ass smartphone.



not that she knows about that.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ ASK RANDY, FOOL! HE HAS AN ARCUS AND NO AMNESIA! ]

Oh yeah, this particular model-- the ARCUS-- allows for combat linking. As long as both people have one, they can form a combat link. The idea is that it helps you resonate with each other-- two people who are combat-linked can move together as one, making fighting more efficient.

[voreaciously]

[THEY DON'T TALK TO EACH OTHER AND SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BOTHER HIM WITH HER SHITTY COMPANY]

Fascinating.

[An idea!]

Could we form a link?

[NOT REALLY PONDERING ANY IMPLICATIONS, SHE'S RIDING THIS NERD HIGH.]

[bad_crowmance]

We might be able to if you ended up buying an ARCUS.

[ It's okay, he's glossing over the implications anyway. ]

[voreaciously]

Is there a reason we might not? It does not hurt, does it?

[doesn't seem very bothered by the possibility of pain tho.]

This is too interesting to ignore. Perhaps before a flight unit...

[bad_crowmance]

It does kinda depend on the people-- if two people really hate each other, for example, they wouldn't be able to form a combat link. ....Pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem with you, though. I don't have any problems with you.

[voreaciously]

[She's blusHING.]

Ah, well, that is good to hear, considering. Um. B-but then, there is sometimes an appeal to that too, you know? That is to say when you are angry at someone.

[She means hatesex.]

[bad_crowmance]

Oh, definitely!

[ He knows EXACTLY what she's talking about. ]

There's certainly an appeal to that, to.

[voreaciously]

I am not entirely surprised that you agree, but it did give me a moment's pause.

[She does know that while he is easygoing some of that is manufactured.

She also knows that ahh, he can get so riled up and adorably snappish when he's deni--

good thoughts. GOOD, CLEAN THOUGHTS.]

[bad_crowmance]

Let's be honest, there's not a whole lot I wouldn't be into.

[ INCLUDING THAT, even if he'd lose his entire mind in the meantime. ]

[voreaciously]

Well, I always seek to respect your limits.

[Even when he doesn't want her to, if you know what I'm sayin]

[bad_crowmance]

I think I've got less limits than you're imagining.

[ IS IT RESPECTING LIMITS IF THEY AREN'T THERE? ]

[voreaciously]

You do not wish to know what I am imagining.

[She mutters it. Stop being hot.

Stop being horny, self.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ As if Crow isn't horny most of the time, too. ]

When you say it like that, I really do.

[voreaciously]

Were you not eating cake a minute ago?

[She could tell him, but then they'll probably do it and that would be bad? That would be bad!]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He laughs, accepting the redirect as the "not right now" it is. ]

Alright, alright. I'll get back to eating.

[ The cheesecake is pretty damned good, anyway. It'd be a tragedy to waste it. ]

[voreaciously]

[The problem is. THE PROBLEM IS SHE CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

So, an addendum:]

It will be for when we get the room.

[He can stew in the meantime, wondering what she has in store.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He perks up pretty much immediately at that addendum. ]

I'll look forward to it, then~ ♪♫

[ And spend the entire meantime wondering what the hell she's up to, but you know. ]

[voreaciously]

[Honestly, she should worry about living up to the hype during the wait, and perhaps she will, but come the days, plural, she will not be. It always works out.

Well, there was that one time, but that was not with Crow and we do not talk about it.]

.....May probably ned a safeword.

[She says it more to herself than to him, muttering with a sigh.]

Well...no one has shouted or something of the sort so far, so this may not have been terrible, sparks aside.

[She cannot bring herself to call it a success.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow glances at her at the mention of a safeword. He thinks he should probably discuss what an acceptable safeword is with her before they do that, because if she tries to make it "I fold" again it will be no good. He'd sooner swallow his own tongue than use that.

But that's a topic for later. ]

I've gotta ask what it would take for you to call it a success.

[ Someone orgasming over her food, maybe? He could loudly fake one right here if he were inclined to. ]

[voreaciously]

[Yeah, that is a conversation for later, because she was definitely being a shitter that time.

And he loved it, but she will be nice.

Nicer.]

I have not spoken to everyone. It would be presumptuous to call it a success when there could be those who did not care for their options.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Oh, he definitely loved it no question. But safewords are no good if the party in question refuses to use it. ]

That's fair. But when they all tell you the food's great, that means you have to accept it's true.

[voreaciously]

If. If they tell me. I do not wish to presume, Crow-san.

[bad_crowmance]

You're not presuming, I am.

[voreaciously]

Very well; you are, but I do not wish you to.