Post by AOIFE PARISH on Mar 2, 2017 23:22:51 GMT -5
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It's not that she can't. Well, physically can't. She's capable of turning on the oven and not killing herself immediately, thus sending up her entire apartment building in a blaze. And she's even capable of putting together a few glorious bits of food before she gets too impatient to keep cooking and decides to supplement her meal with bread and popcorn. She's survived the stove. The major challenge is done. Now, the microwave.[break][break]
Pop, pop, pop. No disasters yet. It's almost like she's cooked an entire meal without burning the house down. Maybe she can handle this adult thing. Maybe she can stop eating like a college student when her girlfriend isn't her girlfriend. Maybe she can do this--[break][break]
The smoke alarm goes off. Aoife looks up in horror as she tries to figure out what she's done wrong. Then the cat starts yowling and the alarm in her room becomes more insistent. The microwave is off and there's no smoke, but...[break][break]
Ah, god dammit, it's that fire-type down the hall, and something had actually taken up in flames. Usually she tuned out the sounds of arguments from her neighbors, but this time apparently it'd gone too far. It didn't take a genius to know that someone with a Heatmor spirit probably shouldn't try to date one with a Durant spirit-- they just weren't compatible, and whatever cosmos blessed or cursed Fernchester with this spiritual guidance had made those spirits enemies for some unforeseen reason. Regardless of the philosophy behind it, though, Aoife now found herself clambering down a rickety fire escape with a hissing cat in her arms.[break][break]
The fire department should show up soon, she hopes as she stands on the sidewalk in her socks and lounge pants and a tank-top that's doing nothing to protect her from Mittens's claws. "Well," she sighs aloud, more to her cat than the people streaming from the apartment to escape the blaze or the strangers coming to watch, "at least it's not raining."[break][break]
The curse didn't work. Dammit. If it did, maybe the fire would go out faster so she could get back inside and catch her TV show and mope about being single.
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can't offend my modesty. thank you for defiling me.
can't offend my modesty. thank you for defiling me.
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sually Aoife orders take-out. It's faster and it lets her grade her papers easier. But today she wants to put off paper-grading for as long as possible, and feeding a cat is considerably more expensive than previously thought. She's going to have to cook.[break][break]It's not that she can't. Well, physically can't. She's capable of turning on the oven and not killing herself immediately, thus sending up her entire apartment building in a blaze. And she's even capable of putting together a few glorious bits of food before she gets too impatient to keep cooking and decides to supplement her meal with bread and popcorn. She's survived the stove. The major challenge is done. Now, the microwave.[break][break]
Pop, pop, pop. No disasters yet. It's almost like she's cooked an entire meal without burning the house down. Maybe she can handle this adult thing. Maybe she can stop eating like a college student when her girlfriend isn't her girlfriend. Maybe she can do this--[break][break]
The smoke alarm goes off. Aoife looks up in horror as she tries to figure out what she's done wrong. Then the cat starts yowling and the alarm in her room becomes more insistent. The microwave is off and there's no smoke, but...[break][break]
Ah, god dammit, it's that fire-type down the hall, and something had actually taken up in flames. Usually she tuned out the sounds of arguments from her neighbors, but this time apparently it'd gone too far. It didn't take a genius to know that someone with a Heatmor spirit probably shouldn't try to date one with a Durant spirit-- they just weren't compatible, and whatever cosmos blessed or cursed Fernchester with this spiritual guidance had made those spirits enemies for some unforeseen reason. Regardless of the philosophy behind it, though, Aoife now found herself clambering down a rickety fire escape with a hissing cat in her arms.[break][break]
The fire department should show up soon, she hopes as she stands on the sidewalk in her socks and lounge pants and a tank-top that's doing nothing to protect her from Mittens's claws. "Well," she sighs aloud, more to her cat than the people streaming from the apartment to escape the blaze or the strangers coming to watch, "at least it's not raining."[break][break]
The curse didn't work. Dammit. If it did, maybe the fire would go out faster so she could get back inside and catch her TV show and mope about being single.
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[break][attr="class","btb"] -- drown me in kerosene
Made by Time Lapse of Wicked Wonderland.
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