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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 20:11:19 GMT -5
(ooc: date same as the Game begins around afternoon time, right before the big dinner, open to anyone who wants to meet Bridget, its not in the dinning room its in the kitchen, just too lazy to make a folder for that area right now)
Kitchen was in chaos that was for sure. With green haired girl running back and forth trying to get everything together for tonight. According to her boss, it was a big dinner but she wasn't sure why. It made her nervous knowing that she would have to serve a ton of strangers. Playing with her fingers, the girl adjusted her glasses before reaching up to get the last can of whipped cream, she had to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach it.
'Oh, i hate being short, i hate being short.' she thought, Bridget was so entranced with getting her cooking done, that she didn't realize someone had entered the kitchen
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Post by Cash on May 17, 2012 20:14:57 GMT -5
A small two-tailed fox had enetred the Dining room. Tails heard his stomach rumble as he walked into the room. He sighed. When was the last time he ate anyway? Tails kept walking until he saw a small girl nearby.
"Oh, hello there." the fox greeted with a warm and surprised smile.
(I'll make Tails account soon.)
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 20:21:08 GMT -5
Bridget looked down in amaze almost before loosing her balance. "Um...Uh...hello." she said nervously. "Is there something i can help you with?" the girl was told she had to be nice to anyone she came across, but she wasn't expecting a talking fox. No that was for certain, but she didn't want to get into trouble.
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Post by Cash on May 17, 2012 20:23:39 GMT -5
Tails smiled back at the girl. "No, there's no real reason why I'm here, but I just came here to see if there was any food." the kid fox told the girl. Tails then looked around the dining room. What were they the only ones here?
"So, uh what are you doing here?" he asked putting his hand on his arm and rubbing it.
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Post by Pascal on May 17, 2012 20:33:40 GMT -5
One thing could be said with the utmost certainty at that point in time. Pascal was hungry. The last thing she had had to eat was a few bananas on the trip over to the island, and she felt like having a snack to tide her over until later. So, the Amarcian woman had begun to wander the mansion in search of a kitchen. Where there was a kitchen, there were cooks. Where there were cooks, there would be someone that could give her some more bananas. That was all Pascal really wanted right then. She twirled a strand of two-toned hair around her finger and hummed softly to herself as she walked. Even though she was hungry, Pascal definitely was in good spirits. It was difficult to keep her down for very long, and a little hunger certainly wasn't going to do that.
Pascal entered the kitchen, apparently not that surprised to see a two-legged, two-tailed fox in the midst of a conversation with a green-haired woman (one of her comrades had had blue hair and another had had violet hair. Green didn't seem too out of the ordinary by that point), and began to glance around in search of her favorite yellow snack. Upon not seeing anything that would satisfy her, though, Pascal decided to turn her attention to Bridgette and Tails.
"Heya! What'cha got goin' on in here?" Pascal asked. Upbeat young woman was definitely upbeat
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 20:34:31 GMT -5
"Cooking." The girl responded. "Or trying to, i can't seem to reach the whip cream. I'm supposed to make a really good desert but i need the whip cream to do it." she frowned looking up at the high fridge. She wished she could fly it would make things easier. "If you would like some food, i can make you something..." she muttered quietly
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Post by Pascal on May 17, 2012 20:40:55 GMT -5
"Oh, I just came looking for some bananas. That's all I really want." Pascal said. She swayed a bit from side to side as she spoke and put her arms behind her back, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of getting a snack. If she could, she probably would just live off of bananas. For all her friends and sister knew, she probably did. That aside, her request didn't seem too odd in her mind. Pascal was convinced it was perfectly reasonable to just waltz into an unknown kitchen and say she just wanted a fruit to snack on. "But if you really want, I could help you out. No problem! I don't have anything else to be doing right now, 'cept trying to figure out this lock thingie, so I'm free!" Pascal said.
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 21:02:12 GMT -5
Bridget looked at the new girl with a raised eyebrow. "Oh thank you thank you. I would get it myself but i am too short..." she frowned at her shoes and tried jumping up and down to get it before blushing with embarrasement. "Oh, right, food, i can get you something. There's a few samples of deserts that i made if you wanna try them." she nudged to the small cakes on the table..
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Post by Pascal on May 17, 2012 21:13:42 GMT -5
"Y'okay!" Pascal said. She didn't seem daunted by the task at hand in the least. She wasn't particularly tall either, but she did have an idea on how to get what Bridget was trying to get down from where it was. She removed her favorite blue scarf from around her neck and looked at it tentatively before shifting her amber gaze to the whipped cream in question. She didn't quite know if her idea would work out that well, but that had never stopped her from doing things before. Why should a little uncertainty stop her then?
"Here we go. Wish me luck, 'kay?" Pascal asked. She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, the Amarcian woman flicked her wrist and sent the end of her scarf toward the can Bridget had been trying to get at. Unfortunately for Pascal, her aim was a little off and the scarf didn't even connect with the object she had intended it to. Her brows knit together and a disappointed expression formed on her face. That wasn't what she had hoped would happen. "Bummer... that didn't work out, did it?" she asked.
"Want me to try again? I bet'cha I could get it this time!"
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Post by John Silver on May 17, 2012 21:17:24 GMT -5
"someone say cooking?" the large frame of John Silver leans agaist the door frame leading into the kitchen. "now ye don't mind me help ye eh?" Silver produces his white apron from behind his back before tieing it around his large belly. "i'm John Silver by the way" he introduces himself.
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 21:19:28 GMT -5
Bridget felt extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't their job to help her, she was the one that had to do everything. After all that's what Aphrodite had assigned her to do. However, seeing the happy girl, Bridget couldn't help but smile at the warm faces. "Um...sure you can try again. I'm Bridget...nice to meet all of you..."
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Post by Pascal on May 17, 2012 21:25:19 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you! I'm Pascal." Pascal said in turn. Bridget was a nice girl, so naturally she wanted to help her out. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary as far as Pascal could tell, but things were different outside of the Amarcian Enclave (and everywhere else she had visited during her travels with Asbel and friends) so... maybe it just was out of the ordinary to help people? Pascal didn't understand the logic behind that, but she didn't think she needed to right then. What mattered right then was helping Bridget.
This time as she pulled her scarf back to her, she put a little extra oomph into her attempt and watched as the blue fabric went in the desired direction. It wrapped around the can of whipped cream, much to Pascal's delight, and it was only a moment later that the upbeat woman was pulling it down and catching the can with her free hand. "Ta-da! One can of whipped cream, coming right up." Pascal said. She unwrapped her scarf from it and began to wrap it around her neck again while holding out the can to Bridget. "There ya go." she said.
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 21:27:09 GMT -5
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" Bridget said happily before placing it on the table and turning back to the girl and fox. "Now you wanted food right? Bananas?" she asked titling her head to Pascal. Seemed like an easy request but it was very strange that the girl would just want a piece of fruit. Who was the girl with green hair to judge though.
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Post by Pascal on May 17, 2012 21:33:39 GMT -5
"Aw, it was no problem. Just doin' what I could to help." Pascal said. It just felt natural by that point, not that it hadn't felt natural to help people before, and she hadn't liked seeing Bridget looking so helpless. Well... it wasn't so much helpless as it was a look that said she needed help. Even if Pascal was a bit dense when it came to reading people (especially Hubert), she could at least identify a look of someone who needed help. Naturally, she had offered her assistance and it had paid off. Pascal couldn't really complain about that.
When Bridget asked her question about what it was Pascal had wanted, she gave a nod to confirm the positive. Bananas were all the two-tone haired woman had been after in the first place. "Yep, that's all I'm after. Just a couple of bananas for now." Pascal explained. It didn't seem all that strange to her, especially since bananas were her most favorite food ever, but it didn't seem unlikely that someone would question it. Even if that was the case, Pascal didn't seem to have registered that fact. She was more concerned about getting to know Bridget so that she could be her friend and getting her snack for the moment.
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Post by Mami Tomoe on May 17, 2012 21:39:03 GMT -5
Bridget nodded before opening the fridge and grabbing at least three bannanas for the girl. "How are you liking it here so far?" she asked looking at the others for a moment before handing the fruit off. Besides Aphrodite these people and fox were the only ones that Bridget had met so far. "It is such a big house..." Nice Bridget, way to start a conversation off.. That was stupid way to start a conversation off. She felt slightly more uncomfortable now.
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