Cassies Palace 18

[21:25]	* [GM]Mary	dusts off her CP notebook.
[21:27]	<[GM]Mary>	Right!
[21:33]	<[GM]Mary>	Last time, on Cassandra's Palace! Vickie tells a story about her early sex life, while Enrica and Valea experiences theirs in the mansion hallways. Who knows what happened to Isabella. She's probably toasting poptarts.
[21:35]	<[GM]Mary>	The evening chill tells the maids that the light of the sun has moved on to farther places. The evening hunger also beckons them to reckon food!
[21:36]	* Cassandra	has dozed off in the living room. Every now and then, she jumps up, and the mansion residents hear partial voices in their heads.
[21:38]	* [Tess]Enrica	is standing around in a hall, glaring at a statue as though she would like to destroy it.
[21:39]	<[GM]Mary>	Enrica: The statue, oddly enough, glares right back at you. As a matter of fact, its eyes seem to follow you, wherever you move.
[21:39]	* Valea	can't help but become slightly uneasy with the occasional psionic bursts, but shakes her head to disregard them and glances at Enrica with curiosity, wondering why such a weird look is upon her face...
[21:39]	* Tabitha	pads around in the library, dusting years of filth off unused shelves in between looking intently at the spines for particular titles.
[21:41]	* Tabitha	tilts her head. Voices? Voices, coming from the shadows? She feels a little on-edge from them.
[21:41]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Hm... perhaps this is less static than I thought.
[21:41]	* Valea	drifts closer to Enrica, coming close before announcing herself.
[21:41]	<Valea>	... what is it, Enrica?
[21:42]	* [Tess]Enrica	continues to glare. Whoever made this had a love for tradition, no doubt.
[21:42]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Oh, it's nothing too important. I just have my dichotomies when it comes to art and such.
[21:43]	<Valea>	a-ah, ok...
[21:43]	* [Pyg]Victoria	is woken up from her nap by the psychic echoes. She looks around, finding herself in one of the empty guest rooms she was cleaning earlier.
[21:44]	* Valea	's low, wavering voice belies her lack of understanding. ( what does dichotomies mean, anyway? )
[21:44]	* Tabitha	cautiously looks around the corners of the library, searching for any intruders, a wary hand near her knife. But...nothing there.
[21:45]	<Tabitha>	"Ghosts in the mansion, perhaps...? I would not be at all surprised."
[21:46]	* [Pyg]Victoria	scratching her head while she lets out a yawn, she gets up back on her feet and straightens out her uniform.
[21:48]	* Tabitha	returns to perusing the shelves. So many books here...it's hard to find anything just by browsing aimlessly.
[21:48]	* Valea	feels an errant spirit try to slip through and try to comfort her from this slight nervousness created by her proximity to Enrica, but quickly manages to cut its connection and tell it to go away before it manifests with any significance.
[21:50]	<Valea>	aah, go away...
[21:51]	* [Tess]Enrica	only notices Valea's proximity until now, and squeezes her butt without taking her eyes off of the piece.
[21:51]	* Valea	emits a small cry and jumps.
[21:51]	<Valea>	eek!
[21:51]	* [Pyg]Victoria	takes the book she was reading that was lying by her head and places it into the pocket of her apron. After straightening out the bed sheets she leaves the room.
[21:51]	* Valea	then blushes as she finds herself resting against Enrica...
[21:52]	* Tabitha	finds it exceedingly difficult to keep this up when hunger gnaws at her small constitution. She tucks the dusty rag in an apron pocket and exits the room, taking with her a small yet promising book of a curious nature.
[21:54]	* [Pyg]Victoria	wonders what time it is. She checks a grandfather clock she passes in the hallway.
[21:56]	<[GM]Mary>	Victoria: The clock reads about six-thirty.
[21:55]	* [Tess]Enrica	suddenly starts, distracting herself from the sculpture.
[21:55]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Hey, what time is it?
[21:56]	* Tabitha	wanders about the mansion halls, reading the table of contents in the small tome as she does.
[21:56]	* [Pyg]Victoria	heads for the kitchen, someone should be getting to work of dinner it seems.
[21:59]	<Valea>	um, I don't know...
[21:59]	* Valea	. o O ( I could check that way, but... I don't want to see Cassie like that again. )
[21:59]	* Tabitha	runs into Victoria as she meanders. Not literally, of course.
[22:00]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Ah, good evening, Miss Tabitha."
[22:00]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Let's go take a look. Won't be any good if someone needs us and we're not around.
[22:00]	<Tabitha>	"Indeed, Miss Victoria. Well met."
[22:00]	* Valea	nods.
[22:00]	<Valea>	yeah...
[22:01]	* [Tess]Enrica	takes off in a direction, looking for a clock as she goes. That statue will have to wait.
[22:01]	<Tabitha>	"I find myself hungry at the moment; I would assume others may be as well. Would you care to assist in preparing some dinner?"
[22:02]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Quite a coincidence. I was headed for the kitchen just now, actually."
[22:03]	* Valea	simultaneously finds herself a bit flustered and hopeful as she trails after her, oddly bound to her presence.
[22:03]	<Tabitha>	"It is settled then."
[22:06]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Well, tell me if you see anything. I'm not quite sure where I'm going, but maybe we'll get lucky.
[22:07]	* Tabitha	walks with Victoria over to the kitchen.
[22:08]	* [huh]Isabella	is there, making toast. She has quite a large pile already, seemingly a full loaf.
[22:08]	* Valea	just nods and gives a small affirmation as she continues following Enrica, a tiny action still on her mind...
[22:08]	<Valea>	nn.
[22:09]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Good evening, Miss Isabel. Err...what's all this?"
[22:09]	<[huh]Isabella>	It's toast.
[22:09]	* Tabitha	stares at the toast.
[22:10]	* Tabitha	stares even harder at the toast.
[22:10]	* [huh]Isabella	speaks as though she feels she's actually presenting new information.
[22:10]	<Tabitha>	"This...is, toast."
[22:10]	<[huh]Isabella>	It is.
[22:10]	<Tabitha>	"Toast."
[22:10]	<[huh]Isabella>	Would you like some?
[22:11]	* Tabitha	falters in her deadpan stare. She...well, she certainly didn't expect that.
[22:11]	<Tabitha>	"I...mmm..."
[22:11]	<Tabitha>	"...Very, well."
[22:13]	* Valea	. o O ( I-I'll do it. )
[22:14]	* [huh]Isabella	picks up the top piece and offers it to Tabitha.
[22:14]	* Valea	quietly resolves her dedication as she picks up her pace to walk beside Enrica, then innocuously threading their hands to hold each other's.
[22:15]	<[Tess]Enrica>	!
[22:15]	* [Tess]Enrica	is surprised, but doesn't object.
[22:15]	* Tabitha	takes the piece, still a little out of it. The absurdity of the situation seems to have gone over her normal barriers of composure.
[22:16]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"You're...not planning to serve this as dinner, are you?"
[22:16]	* Valea	blushes just a little bit as they walk on, furiously trying to make the event seem ordinary and not draw any additional attention to it.
[22:16]	<[huh]Isabella>	Oh, no. Cassie got angry last time I tried to serve dinner toast.
[22:17]	* Tabitha	walks to the icebox, looking for butter, and finds some. She brings it out for now.
[22:18]	* [Tess]Enrica	finally comes across the kitchen and knocks on the door from the outside.
[22:19]	* Tabitha	stands deliberately by the butter with the toast in one hand and her mother's knife in the other.
[22:19]	<Tabitha>	"...Hmmmmmm..."
[22:20]	* Valea	merely continues standing beside Enrica and holding her hand, secretly happy to remain in that state.
[22:20]	* [Tess]Enrica	knocks on the door again, a little more forcefully.
[22:21]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"In that case we ought to get to work on dinne--Could someone get that?"
[22:21]	* [huh]Isabella	gets that.
[22:21]	<[Tess]Enrica>	...Enough standing around.
[22:21]	* Tabitha	's brain seems to have trouble realizing that you don't butter toast with a chef's knife.
[22:22]	<[huh]Isabella>	Hello. Would you like some toast?
[22:22]	* [Tess]Enrica	slowly lowers her foot. Apparently she was going to kick the door open.
[22:22]	<[Tess]Enrica>	...Toast?
[22:22]	<[huh]Isabella>	Toast.
[22:22]	<[huh]Isabella>	It's cooked bread.
[22:23]	<[Tess]Enrica>	I know what toast is!
[22:23]	* [huh]Isabella	nods with a soft "ohhhh" of comprehension.
[22:23]	* Valea	looks oddly at Isabella, simultaneously amused by the situation and curious. She continues to hold Enrica's hand, having forgotten to release it.
[22:23]	<Valea>	hehe... You're funny, Izzy.
[22:24]	* Tabitha	butters it anyways, managing to not cut herself doing it.
[22:24]	* Valea	's nervousness fades away with the more public atmosphere.
[22:25]	* Tabitha	seems to "snap back" to the real world with the presence of additional people.
[22:25]	* [Tess]Enrica	casually strides into the room looking around, a face of comprehension appearing moments later.
[22:25]	<Tabitha>	"Oh. Hmm...this isn't right at all."
[22:25]	<[huh]Isabella>	Am I?
[22:25]	* Valea	realizes at this point in time that she hasn't yet dropped Enrica's hand and does so as she follows her in.
[22:26]	* Valea	flashes Isabella an honest smile.
[22:26]	<Valea>	yeah.
[22:27]	* Tabitha	quickly washes off the knife and gets back to business. No time for dilly-dallying right now, no no...
[22:27]	* Valea	greets everyone else in the room as she looks around.
[22:27]	<Valea>	Hello Victoria, Tabitha.
[22:28]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Hello, fellows. How goes it?
[22:28]	* [huh]Isabella	flits around the room, her previous occupation forgotten.
[22:29]	<Tabitha>	"It goes."
[22:29]	* Tabitha	munches on her toast.
[22:30]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Hello."
[22:31]	* [Pyg]Victoria	responds as she sets the pots and pans out to set them on the stove.
[22:31]	* [Tess]Enrica	gets a piece of toast and proceeds to eat it, adjusting her collar as she does so.
[22:31]	* Tabitha	is pleasantly surprised by the decent quality of the toast.
[22:32]	* Valea	nabs a piece of toast as well, crunching into it with pleasure. ( I guess I was getting a bit hungry... )
[22:33]	* Valea	then freezes, her expression then going blank as the taste registers with her mind.
[22:33]	* Tabitha	finishes the toast without ceremony, then gets to work with Vicky on the real food.
[22:34]	* Valea	hastily makes to leave the room, toast in hand.
[22:35]	* [Tess]Enrica	has a hard time with the toast but proceeds.
[22:35]	<Valea>	... I'll be right back.
[22:35]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Hey, you need help over there?
[22:37]	* [huh]Isabella	munches on a small bit of toast herself.
[22:37]	* Tabitha	gets herself into "the zone" of cooking. These silly girls may distract her from preparing something special tonight.
[22:37]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"When you're done with eating, I suppose."
[22:40]	* Valea	exits the kitchen, turning down another hallway and ducking into a room before getting a small trash can and spitting the chewed piece of toast out to follow the unchewed inedible itself. She unleashes the urge to cough, doing so once or twice.
[22:41]	<Valea>	sorry izzy, but that was really bad...
[22:41]	<Tabitha>	"Miss Victoria. I don't suppose you would mind if I focus on a particular confection of my own for dinner tonight?"
[22:41]	* Valea	apologizes to the air around her before quickly returning to the kitchen.
[22:41]	* [Tess]Enrica	does her best to contain her expression about the toast as she hurries to finish it.
[22:42]	* Valea	reenters the kitchen toastless and free, then looking around to see how dinner preparations are going.
[22:44]	* [huh]Isabella	has amused herself doing aerial acrobatics.
[22:44]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Oh, not at all, not at all. What do you plan to make?"
[22:45]	* Tabitha	cannot help but give a little smile. She's feeling very good about this one.
[22:45]	<Tabitha>	"...A souffl�, Miss Victoria."
[22:46]	* [Pyg]Victoria	is taken a little aback by the smile.
[22:46]	* [Tess]Enrica	raises her eyebrows.
[22:47]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Oh...then please, go right ahead. I suppose the rest of us will follow your lead?"
[22:47]	* Valea	just nods after looking at Tabitha.
[22:47]	<Valea>	Yep!
[22:50]	<Tabitha>	"A Souffl� is a difficult confection to make. Many cooks may spoil the broth. I would prefer to work alone."
[22:51]	<[Tess]Enrica>	If you're confident enough about it I'll leave you to it.
[22:51]	<Tabitha>	"...If you do not mind."
[22:51]	<[Pyg]Victoria>	"Oh, I see."
[22:51]	* Valea	looks curious, but assents anyway.
[22:51]	* [Pyg]Victoria	suddenly feels at a loss for what to do.
[22:51]	<Valea>	I guess we can make something else, then?
[22:51]	<[Tess]Enrica>	If anyone's got ideas, sure.
[22:52]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Maybe I can find some dough and spin it in the air. Haven't seen one of those since I was dragged out of Rom.
[22:52]	<[huh]Isabella>	Huh? Spun dough?
[22:52]	* Valea	's interest is quickly sparked, and she turns to ask Enrica about it.
[22:53]	<Valea>	How do you do that?
[22:53]	<[Tess]Enrica>	You mean spin the dough?
[22:54]	* Valea	nods excitedly.
[22:54]	<Valea>	yeah!
[22:56]	* Tabitha	works by herself, not being too visible a presence at first.
[23:00]	* Tabitha	cooks with surgical precision, not getting distracted by anything. This Souffl� must be a true work of art...
[23:05]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Well, I was never so great at it. The idea is to take some dough and spin it in the air so as to make it a disc and then add ingredients before putting it in an oven.
[23:05]	<[huh]Isabella>	I want to try~
[23:06]	* Valea	's eyes glitter a little upon the vision of this idea.
[23:06]	<Valea>	It sounds fun!
[23:09]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Well, there are certain things we need. First and foremost some tomatoes, maybe a few cheeses, some herbs...
[23:10]	* Valea	pulls the aforementioned items out of her pocket.
[23:10]	<Valea>	... like these?
[23:11]	<[huh]Isabella>	Do you keep herbs in your pocket all the time?
[23:11]	<[Tess]Enrica>	I think the tomatoes are more surprising.
[23:11]	* Valea	blinks.
[23:11]	<Valea>	huh?
[23:11]	<Valea>	no.
[23:12]	<[huh]Isabella>	Hm...
[23:13]	<[Tess]Enrica>	Well, first the dough. Can't start without that.
[23:16]	* Valea	perks up for just a moment, then reaching into her pocket to try and pull out something heavy... And due to her absolute lack of strength, cannot budge it.
[23:16]	<Valea>	hnnngh!
[23:17]	<[huh]Isabella>	Problem?
[23:18]	* Valea	suddenly releases the object with a thud oddly audible somewhere nearby...
[23:19]	<Valea>	*haah*, heavy...
[23:23]	* Cassandra	snoooores. softly.
[23:25]	<[GM]Mary>	Pass of time, session resumed with everyone at the dinner table. Till then!