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Post by Parker Park on Aug 23, 2017 20:00:57 GMT
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Parker drove up into the underground garage at 5:59pm sharp, ready to rush upstairs and eat something. It had been a long, disgusting day; some kid had spilled orange juice in his family's computer or something, and it had congealed into something nasty. Whatever it was, cleaning it out and then getting the computer working again had been a long and disgusting affair, and all he wanted right now was a shower and some hot food. Of course, as soon as he made it up to the apartment, and had shed his shoes and bag, there was a more gruesome sight in the fridge. [break][break]
They were completely out of eggs. Had Percy forgotten to get more, or had Penny not ordered delivery service? Either way, he was sorely disappointed, and he would have to change the dinner plans. Instead of eggs in their noodles, they would have to have some other form of protein. Digging through the mess that was the communal fridge, Parker spied the mysterious package that had just appeared in the meat drawer a few days ago, and no one was willing to open. He took the plunge, grabbing a pair of scissors and slicing open the package to find perfect, glistening, majestic wagyu beef. Parker hadn't seen the stuff in years; his family had had some on a trip to Japan when he was in middle school, and it was so wonderful he thought he would die and go to heaven. This had to be a joke. He couldn't do the stuff justice, but Percy was at work, and...[break][break]
Fuck it, he was going to cook it himself. He was a fair cook. It wasn't that hard, right? Parker pulled out a pan, sliced off some of the fat to grease the pan with, and... It smelled so good. So good. "Penny, get out here, I've got some amazing beef," Parker yelled at Penny's door. He plopped the steak into the pan, and listened to it sizzle. This wasn't something he had experience cooking, though, so he dug through the kitchen for a meat thermometer until he came upon it, hidden in the back of a drawer with utensils. Remembering the noodles, he pulled out another pot and started those, and then dug out some broth. This meal would take the cake for the fanciest thing he'd ever made, surely. Percy would be so proud. [break][break]
But just like that, the meat was done, and Parker stabbed it multiple times with the thermometer to make sure it was okay. Once his fears were eased, he slid it onto the cutting board, and sliced off a tiny bit to try. "Holy shit, this is amazing!" he shouted, and really hoped the neighbors didn't hear. If someone came to investigate, Parker really didn't want to share.
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Post by Penelope Iverson on Aug 26, 2017 20:07:39 GMT
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Her mother was always telling her that money couldn't be made when sitting holed up in her room her whole life, but what her mother hadn't taken into account was that living with her fingers on a keyboard had made her a desirable candidate for more than a handful of jobs. Stories on social media or worlds outside of the island told interesting stories of things called “courtrooms” where people with very similar jobs did... well, something very similar to what she did for a living, but on the island, without any crime to police and no justice to dish out, the only use for a transcribe was to caption the boatload of video information produced on and broadcast over the wonderful island-wide web. It paid little per video, maybe, but it was definitely enough to pay rent, but when fingers moved as fast as her's did, transcribing could be done nearly twice as fast by she as it could by her rivals in the business. Maybe she wasn't a successful IT Tech like Parker or a phenomenal chef like Percy, but jobs like that required stepping too far out of her comfort zone – both literally and figuratively – and were more trouble than they were worth. That, and they didn't leave her enough time at the end of the day to catch up on all of the cute cat videos she may have missed in the earlier hours. There just wouldn't be enough time to give all of those virtual kittens all the love and attention they deserved.[break][break]
Penny had only just began to start on her latest cute animal video marathon, in fact, a video feed on the left of her screen and her cursor hovering over the submit button over to the right when the sound of the door swinging open followed by loud, aggressive clatter invaded the once quiet abode. Beyond the fact that she knew that Percy wasn't going to be home until after dinner tonight, it was pretty obvious that the source of the noise pollution was none other than Parker Park. The two boys had distinctly different footsteps, for one, and while neither were exactly quiet people, there was a different energy to their clutter and clatter. Tonight, though, Parker sounded especially aggravating, even through the door. Anyone not used to him might have been tense, scared even – to her, though, all she could imagine was that someone had made him pricklier than usual at work that day. It happened nearly four days out of the five day week. In hindsight, maybe she should consider changing what she called the “usual” to the outlier. The best thing to do in these situations was to feed him, usually, but Percy's absence for this evening posed a problem all by itself. Everything she, herself, attempted to cook on that oven turned out purple and slimy, even when she didn't use anything in her batch of ingredients that could turn the finished result into a sickly violet hue, and now that she thought about it – crud! Hadn't she been put in charge of ordering some fresh groceries online? Percy had been complaining about a lack of eggs...[break][break]
Guilt hit her like a hammer, and she'd just started typing in the URL for the highest quality grocery store (that delivered, anyway) when she heard words shouted through the walls of the apartment. “Penny, get out here, I've got some amazing beef.” Amazing beef? There was a difference between types of beef? They all tasted the same to her... Still, curiosity got the better of her, and as soon as she'd pulled up her website, the blonde switched her monitor to off and meandered out of her hidey hole, off to see what on earn her roommate could have been talking about. Sure enough, a smell unlike any kind of beef, cooked or otherwise had made wafted into her nose, dragging her closer to the source of the scent and the one hunched over it. Looks like takeout wasn't the desired option for tonight. Gracious, Penny couldn't even think of the last time he'd taken it upon himself to whip up something edible for the afternoon's consumption. “Where did you find that?” she found herself asking incredulously, staring at the mystery meet and its unfamiliar packaging with a scrutinizing eye. They didn't often stray from the usual when it came to grocery shopping – but then again, if it tasted half as decent as its smell was indicating, she'd have a hard time complaining about its mysterious appearance in their home. (Up until they found out it was poisoned later. Icing on the cake.)[break][break]
Penelope stood, half hidden by the wall, and watched him work his magic on both meat and noodle, oddly more interested in this than those aforementioned kittens that needed oogling over. It was a very different experience from watching their other roommate cook – but then, watching Percy was like watching something out of a cooking television series. … For kids. Bombastic, everywhere, colorful, and maybe sprinkled with some glitter, who knew? It was a wonder how someone so airheaded and childish could mix up something that could rival the work of a professional chef. This, though, was so... normal. Almost like watching her dad cook up a meal after school. Nostalgic, almost. She watched as he snuck a piece of the finished meat (chuckled as he yelled loud enough in excitement to stir the neighbors) and folded her arms over her chest, grinning cheekily as she teased: “Wow, Parker, you almost look like you know what you're doing.” Despite the words, though, she couldn't help but eye the beef herself, mind just now processing how hungry she, herself, had become. Was it too much to ask for a small slice herself? “How long 'til this is ready, do you think?”
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Post by Parker Park on Aug 29, 2017 6:16:34 GMT
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As Parker savored the taste of the beef and stirred the noodles, he heard the creak of a door and the unmistakeable footsteps of the other occupant of the apartment as she stepped out of her room. Granted, he didn't heed her much mind for a bit - the beef had taken care of that - and had almost forgotten her position as he hummed along and continued making their dinner. After recognizing the sound of her voice, and the fact that it would be wise of him to reply to her, he spoke up, prepared to wax poetic about the beef. "Penny, you remember that mystery parcel in the meat drawer? The one none of us wanted to touch or open?" The man said, opening the fridge and pulling out some chives to cut up and slide into the noodles. [break][break]
Chop, chop, chop went the knife against the cutting board, and Parker's mouth opened wide to continue. "Well, I figured we had to eat something in the noodles, since you didn't get any eggs-" He paused, and spun around to look at her. "You got eggs, right? They're on their way or something? I can eat real breakfast tomorrow?" Parker said, brandishing his knife in a fashion that would be terrifying for someone who didn't know him, pointing it straight at Penny, rather accusatorially. Trying his best to raise his eyebrows (but probably failing quite a bit) he gave the knife a few shakes before turning back to the chives and his previous train of thought. "Since you didn't get any eggs, I figured it was time someone opened up the parcel. You know, before it went bad or anything and stunk up the whole fridge and we'd have to call someone to take it out and disinfect everywhere." [break][break]
He went back to the fridge, grabbing some carrots and a couple cloves of garlic, slamming the fridge door shut and dumping them unceremoniously on the cutting board as some of Penny's earlier words sunk in. Why would she- "Hey, what do you mean I almost look like I know what I'm doing. I cook my own meals all the time, I was a college student, I can cook better than you, miss shut-in. Do you even-" Parker was cut off from his ranting by the sound of the pot with the noodles rattling, and he rushed over to the stove to turn off the burner. He grabbed some potholders and quickly threw them around the handles as he ran to the sink to drain the water out. The boiling water sizzled a bit as they hit the sink, and Parker left them in the pot as he poured the broth back in with it to heat them up. [break][break]
Crisis averted, he turned back to the cutting board, and Penny. "Anyways, the food should be ready in a few minutes. I just need to finish chopping up all of this here, and mix it in with the noodles and the broth, then slice up the meat and add it, alright?" Giving her the stink eye, he dragged the meat over and sliced off another little piece for himself, savoring the taste of the magical beef. It didn't matter how much it cost; Parker would have to get this again, if they even sold it on the island. Penny could probably find it online, anyways, if they had to. He was prepared to sell his soul for this, and by the gentle moans coming from him, his body agreed. [break][break]
"Okay, can you make yourself useful and set the table? We're eating properly tonight - properly, I tell you, properly - so we're going to need chopsticks. Oh, but leave the noodle bowls over here, I'm going to have to serve this and I'm not walking everything over tot the table," He said, slicing the carrots into thin ribbons and checking the heat of the broth. It was nearly ready; another minute more, and they would eat like kings and queens.
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since i came here - felt the joy and the fear - i've found myself making every possible mistake.
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AGE 20, PRONOUNS she/her, JOB transcribe
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Post by Penelope Iverson on Sept 9, 2017 1:48:11 GMT
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“Penny, you remember that mystery parcel in the meat drawer? The one none of us wanted to touch or open?”[break][break]
He hadn't. Had he? For what must have been a week, now, all three apartment occupants had stared at the miserable thing taking up space in their refrigerator in sheer, unadulterated horror, hoping that if they looked too long, it wouldn't sprout legs and walk off to whatever mystery place it had come from. One of Penny's personal responsibilities as resident shut-in and doer-of-no-real-good was to procure groceries via online services and have them delivered straight to their door. With their busy work schedules, after all, Parker and Percy had no time to do the evil task themselves. She knew for a fact, though, that she hadn't bought the darned thing herself – she'd even gone to the effort of triple checking the receipts and waving them in the faces of anyone who dared tried to question her authority on the matter. Both boys had denied acquiring it themselves, though, as well, and the question had gone unanswered until... well, no, it still went unanswered. Her personal theory was that it had crawled from the depth of the underworld in order to suck out the souls of any who dared to damage its pristine packaging. And yet, here Parker stood, the unwrapped paper visible at the top of the trash pile in the garbage can, the contents of the mystery package on display in the frying pan. Well. If the food fairies wished to bless them with quality meat, she couldn't complain. Er, so long as they didn't start expecting her to have to cook it.[break][break]
He went on and on about about why he ultimately decided to be the man of the house and reveal the contents of the meat bag – “Well, I figured we had to eat something in the noodles...” – before they went rotten and would supposedly cause a massive spectacle of having to remove them and disinfect the entirety of the refrigerator, but she found herself paying just a little more attention to the mesmerizing way that he chopped up the vegetables that would ultimately be ending up in their bellies before the hour was over. Well, hopefully her's, anyway. He didn't sound all that pleased about her failing to get eggs. “Sorry, sorry!” she apologized with a rapid wave of her hand, genuinely guilty over having forgotten to put in the order for them. To say he wouldn't survive the morning without eggs would be a silly exaggeration, but even as someone who hadn't cooked a “fancy meal” in her life, she understood how important they were in quite a handful of dishes, particularly ones that Percy would end up cooking in the days to follow. “I'll order some tonight. You'll just have to tough out the morning, I guess.”[break][break]
Her joking comment about him nearly looking like he knew what he was doing (of course he did, despite the frequency in which Percy took the reigns in terms of meals and how little she left her room in comparison to... most living people, she's still seen him cook before) struck at a nerve even harder than she'd expected it to. “Hey, what do you mean I almost look like I know what I'm doing?” he said, seemingly offended. “I cook my own meals all the time, I was a college student, I can cook better than you, miss shut-in. Do you even -” Whatever he meant to finish with, however, was cut short by the screech of water threatening to boil over the lip of a pot it was contained in. “Um, Parker -” she started, but the warning was empty when he'd clearly heard the noise himself. Ultimately, she was left to watch from a safe distance as he scuttled across the kitchen with a pot of boiling water and a mission on his mind. Part of her wondered if she should offer aid, but nearly as soon as the crisis presented itself, he'd managed to solve it. Back again, then, to his usually snippy ways, informing her of how long it would take to finish the meal in a way that would make anyone else feel – ah, what was the word? “Attacked”? Between that and the knife waving he'd done earlier, she wouldn't be surprised if others would have pegged them for rivals, or some sort of enemies. His prickly, porcupine ways were oddly endearing, though. Well, at least, that's how she always had seen them.[break][break]
“Okay, can you make yourself useful and set the table? We're eating properly tonight – properly, I tell you, properly – we we're going to need chopsticks. Oh, but leave the noodle bowls over here, I'm going to have to serve this, and I'm not walking everything over to the table.” Well, if she wasn't contributing to dinner itself, she could at least help out with the easy stuff. “You can count on me!” Two bowls placed on the counter, two pairs of chopsticks in her hand, and - “Milk for dinner? Healthy bones and all that.” There were cans of soda in the refrigerator, she knew, but soda hardly qualified when it came to eating a meal “properly”. “Otherwise, we're all set to go.”
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