002 || home ec room || open

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[If anyone were to walk past the Home Economics room, they might be able to catch the faint scent of something burning. It is, in fact, M'gann's first batch of cookies which have suffered a most unfortunate fate. Despite having mastered the recipe of chocolate chip cookies, M'gann isn't exactly in the right state of mind at the moment, her mind too filled with worry (and also a large side of mortification) due to a certain post on the BBS.

Was she really that obvious? Could everyone else see right through her? She didn't think that she was so transparent, but apparently someone had noticed her habits around Connor enough to mention it on their post. She remembered how completely shocked and embarrassed she felt when she saw the little tidbit about herself, her cupcakes and Connor. But really, those cupcakes were for everyone! Not to mention a class assignment...

Too embarrassed, she had exited the post before she could reach the replies at the bottom. She had spent the next couple of days avoiding Superboy as much as she could, and now that it was the weekend she needed something to take her mind off of the entire thing. Baking seemed to be therapeutic enough… at least, until she burnt the first batch.

She's in the midst of preparing a new bowl of cookie dough now, concentrating hard on mixing in the chocolate chips and attempting to block everything else from her mind.]

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[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Elika pops her head in, brows knitting, nose wrinkling at the smell of calcination. She looks mildly worried as she spots M'gann stirring with a vengeance. ]

Is everything all right in here?

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[Mixmixmix-- she looks up at the unexpected voice, and gives the lady a smile that hopefully doesn't look too sheepish.]

Yes! I just burned the first batch of cookies... is the smell that strong outside?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Elika answer's M'gann's smile with a reassuring one of her own. She brings up her hand, bringing the thumb and forefinger close. ]

Only a little bit. Did you miss the oven alarm?

[ She's not wearing her translation collar, so she has something of an accent when she speaks--nothing too noticeable, it's obviously been smoothed out with practice. ]

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Sharpay was actually just on her way to the home ec room to see if she could find some home ec student to bribe into making her cookies to pass out for her Homecoming Queen campaign, but the smell of burning has her rethinking this plan, or at least rethinking grabbing the first enterprising young home ec student she sees.]

Keep more of an eye on this batch; you don't want to set off the smoke alarms.

[Sharpay takes a tiny bottle of perfume out of her purse and sprays the air a few times to illustrate her point.]

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[So concentrated in her work, M'gann looks up with a start when she hears a voice addressing her; she didn't hear anyone coming in. Her expression becomes sheepish.]

Oh! Yes, sorry. I usually don't burn my cookies...

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Sharpay waves a hand airily as she puts the perfume away.] I don't usually make cookies. You've already got one up on me!

[She grins, just a tad self deprecatory, before her expression softens a little.]

Something on your mind? [Hey, she used to date a baker; the dude must have gotten it wrong sometimes.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Burning? More like DELICIOUS.

Jade often lets her nose lead her, and today is no exception. The scrawny girl watching you make cookies is eyeing the stove hungrily. ]

So. Are you going to make them well done, or just medium rare?

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[She's almost finished the dough to the second batch of cookie when the voice surprises her. Looking up, M'gann gives the female a quizzical look.]

I thought there was only one way you could bake cookies?

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She shrugs a little. ]

Yeah, there is, it-- it was a joke, kinda. What type of cookies are you making?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr wrinkles his nose at the smell of burnt food but pokes his head in all the same. He knows there had been an actual fire the other day, so he can't help but wonder if someone's made the same mistake.

Who he sees there, though, is a bit of a surprise to him. A baking accident with M'gann? But her cupcakes had been perfect...]

Hey.

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[Oh, a familiar face! M'gann brightens up someone, but remembering the tray of burnt cookies just off to the side which might be why people would even think to check the Home Ec room on the weekend, her smile turns sheepish.]

Hi! I'd offer you a cookie, but... I burnt them.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr edges closer and offers her a shrug. He comes to a stop and leans against the counter.]

It's fine. Already ate too many of your cupcakes.

You tryin' again?

[He gestures at the bowl of cookie dough.]

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

[This week had been a blur of classes and material. Mitsuru naturally embraced it all, as it was a welcome mental exercise. But even with the much welcomed chaos of classes, she did recall that almost-promise to meet Miss Mors for a baking exercise. She follows the directory to where the home economics room should be, briefly indulging in a fantasy of more of those cupcake pastries-

Therefore, the smell of something burning throws her off quite badly. Enough that she stands in the doorway, quite shocked, for a long moment before she has the presence of mind to speak.]

"Cookies are meant to be flambéed?"

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[M'gann freezes mid-mixing as she hears the familiar voice from the entrance. Oh no, Mitsuru can't see the burnt cookies! M'gann had promised her friend her deliciously moist chocolate chip cookies and if the burnt disaster was to be seen, she was sure that the redhead would doubt her baking abilities. Turning to face the door, the martian gives Mitsuru a sheepish smile.]

I accidentally left them in the oven for too long. But, don't worry! I'm making another batch now and I promise they'll be good.

[willnotsubmit.livejournal.com]

"...Oh."

[There's as much 'I realized that, you know' pumped into that word as physically possible. Not that it's very convincing.

Another moment of looking in at the kitchen, and Mitsuru realizes that standing in the doorway is likely not the smartest, or politest of places to be. She steps just inside and out of the way, still giving M'gann a careful look. Cooking, baking, and the like have always been staff regulated things, and she looks quite out of her element being here.]

"I'll just..."

[Do something. But all those ingredients on the counter look absolutely foreign to her, so she settles with,]

"Stand over here?"

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Huh? Something burning? Cissie immediately peeks in, leaning forward and resting her hands on the doorframe so that she could gain a better look.]

Megan? You alright?

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[M'gann has the grace to look embarrassed as she turns to the door, recognizing Cissie.]

Just a small case of burnt cookies. Everything is okay, though!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

If you're sure. [She walks in, casually sitting on one of the barstools as she watches M'gann. It doesn't seem like baking'd be that hard... but what does she know? Cissie goes ahead and even rests her elbows on the table.]

Be careful with this batch! I'm sure it'll come out better than the last one, though...

[too-sublimed.livejournal.com]

[As he made his way down one of the many halls, investigating this still-new place, he caught scent of something he had never in his short life known before. He doesn't know if it's unpleasant or strange but it did smell a bit sweet- which he didn't like in particular.
Following his nose, Yuu reaches the source. He carefully places both hands on the door frame and leans to peak over and catch a glimpse of... a peculiar-looking girl.]

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[So busy in her mixing and distracted with her thoughts, the extra effort to keep her disguise must have slipped her mind; she hadn't even realized that her skin had momentarily changed back to a shade of green until she finally focused her attention back onto the bowl in her hand. Luckily no one was in the room to catch the minor blip and she seamlessly changed her skin back to a rosy shade of peach. Satisfied, she return to the task at mixing up the dough for her next batch of cookies.]

[too-sublimed.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[He steps right in, completely uninvited and oblivious about it.]

It smells strange.

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Since it's only roughly been a day since the gossip BBS had gone up, any avoidance M'gann had attempted to do had been lost on Conner. He had been left unsure and confused even of the 'news' about M'gann; they were friends, she had made the cupcakes and baked goodies for everyone and not just him. It was something he had refused to believe... and even now, still he refuses. It just seems too far-fetched despite the 'moments' they had shared in Bialya and in the Cave.

There's a part of him that wants to ask and a part of him that doesn't care to pursue it if she hasn't approached him on it herself.

Bored and unsure of where the young martian could be, Conner's taken to wandering around Garden to find her. He ends up in front of the Home Economics room on the second floor of Garden, his eyes trained on the light on the keypad that shows the room is unlocked and obviously in use.

A press of the button and the door slides open on a soft 'whoosh', showing him the room. He takes a step inside and immediately his eyes land on the back of the one person he had been looking for. But she looks busy.

The door closes behind him. Now there's nothing but silence as he stands there, waits and watches.]

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[Done with her mixture, M'gann switches utensils from a spatula to two spoons to scoop up just the right amount of cookie dough balls onto the cookie sheet. So concentrated in the process that M'gann didn't notice Connor enter the room despite the 'whoosh' of the door. She had just scooped up a bit of dough, forming it between two spoon when she absentmindedly turns to the door-- it's not until then does she spot Connor and she practically drops everything.

Ohnoohnoohnoohno. This was exactly why she had taken to baking that afternoon, to avoid this! Her eyes wide and unsure for a brief moment, M'gann tries to regain her composure, giving Connor a friendly smile.]

Hi, Connor! I burnt my first batch of cookies again-- kind of reminds me of the first time I baked in the cave, do you remember? When I showed you all the Bioship and everything. I wonder what the rest of the Team could be doing-- it's been weeks since we've last seen them...

[Yes, she was falling into her habit of rambling when nervous. Maybe, just maybe he didn't see that post...]

Let's ignore the fact that I'm late >.>

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[If there was something burning, that usually meant the first signs of trouble. Tim was more used to fires in buildings, or fires from bombs, or fires from... well. He was more used to something a little worse then burnt cookies, but in walking by the Home Ec room, he couldn't help but look in.

And it was that girl that Bart had told him about, Megan. There was that whole gossip thing, but he wanted to meet her anyway.]

You know, birds will still eat burnt cookies, so if anything, you've helped give them a treat.

[Maybe he'll be able to do that with slightly less fail next time.]

Re: Let's ignore the fact that I'm late >.>

[hellomgann.livejournal.com]

[The voice startles her, and M'gann turns to greet the stranger. She takes in his words and her posture visibly relaxes as she offers him a small smile.]

They do? I'll be sure to try and feed some in the courtyard, then! I'm glad they won't be wasted.