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[overclocking]

Who: WHOEVER
When: Day 24, early morning (but not Messenger-early)
Where: Apt M
What: FOOD 8U

[For those familiar with pancakes, the smell you're waking up to is probably tantalizingly familiar, the luxury of a past life. For those not familiar with pancakes...well. This will be a learning experience.]

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[deretsune]

[ MAKIN' SOME SYRUP. Carefully. :|a Zen melon syrup aw yiss? ]

[overclocking]

[Pausing every now and then to watch your wizardry :|a MAYBE TAKING MENTAL NOTES]

[hyanaimne]

[how are early are we talking here, either way if you peek into the room Tempest has been staying in, her hand is flopped out, making wavy gestures at the door as if she can make it close with her mind]

[overclocking]

[idk my bff 9am? Peering in and watching dubiously...that rather looks like an "I've fallen and I can't get up" movement.]

[over_the_fop]

[HAS BEEN UP... quietly... for hours now. By now, honestly, the main room is starting to really look complete, tracks and trails line the floors and walls, designed to bring you to viewing distances... there are jungles with birds and exotic creatures staring back, there are pastoral scenes of rolling green and verdant forests, and the golden harsher swabs of yellows, browns and whites of starker landscapes and swirling dust, cities: victorian, modern and gothic... and less solid concepts, abstract flows here and there, of things that are harder to make out, stranger, amorphous or just enough of a shape to remind you of something you can't quite place... but in each case... they all seem to merge, either by trails or movement, or even just liquidly into each other, as if they hadn't been painted one piece at a time.]

...

That DOES smell marvelous... Can I talk yet? Because I think my hunger has put me at my reasonable limit!

[deretsune]

[ ...pretty *A* ]

Why wouldn't you be able to talk...?

[potentiaregere]

Who would have thought you had such a talent.

[overclocking]

[WAVING A HAND ABSENTMINDEDLY, not turning from what he's doing...he's apparently concentrating very hard on something in the pan. That's probably a yes.]

[hyanaimne]

[EVENTUALLY Chrono pokes her enough to actually get up and wander out]

[murdereous]

[appreciative whistle]

Whoa.

[potentiaregere]

[AM I SMELLING PANCAKES or are these visions. Going to check man]

[deretsune]

[ Chrono is pancakemaking and I am working my sugary magic.

THIS IS REALITY, EMBRACE IT ]

[overclocking]

[THIS IS THE REAL LIFE]

I was sure to get enough supplies for everyone.

[moonineclipse]

That smells delicious.

[overclocking]

[THEY SURE ARE...heart...shaped....]

Ah... sorry if I woke you. It'll just be a few more minutes.

[deretsune]

[ Sure smells like zen melon delicious in here. ]

Ah, good morning.

[ibedeadpeople]

[another early-riser is knocking on your door, politely, even!]

[overclocking]

[We probably leave it ajar anyway but GETTING THE DOOR]

Maya! Good morning.

[hyanaimne]

[oho who is this]

[over_the_fop]

Morning!

[moonineclipse]

Good morning.

[deretsune]

[ Peeeking out of the kitchen ]

Good morning!

[murdereous]

[I super do not recognize that smell, SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF]

[overclocking]

[IT SMELLS LIKE DELICIOUS. If you poke your head into the kitchen area, he is concentrating very hard on whatever's in the pan.]

[maidenofamerpire]

[I am up from all the commotion.]

[And walking to the kitchen in a daze.]

[...and seeing Chrono struggling to make heart pancakes.]

[overclocking]

[It's not struggling, it's...

...

Okay yes.]

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

[Oh my gosh.]

Pancakes!

[deretsune]

Good morning.