4791/A trip to the kitchen

A trip to the kitchen
Date of Scene:	01 July 2018
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Erika encounters X-23 in the kitchen, and they both manage to frighten each other.
Cast of Characters:	Souvenir, X-23

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Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir suddenly realized that her messed up sleep schedule meant she really needed to get a bite to eat. She tried the dining hall, but.. it wasn't meal time. Schedule ALL messed up. So she suddenly got the idea, hmm, maybe she should check the kitchen?

Well, this can go a couple of different ways. After all, she doesn't really know how to cook..... yet... Hmmmm. <.< >.>
She slinks into the kitchen quietly, looking around to see if anybody else is around.

X-23 has posed:
Laura is in the kitchen herself, foraging for a snack. Half-buried in the refrigerator, the short girl is rummaging with a lot of clinking of bottles and containers.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohs. Someone else is foraging. She smiles from the door, "Hiya. Is there anything good?" She looks around the kitchen, trying to remember basically anything from cooking shows. knives, bowls.. there's where they keep the disposable gloves and hairnets.. She checks closets and stuff. Hmmmm...

X-23 has posed:
Laura looks up from the fridge. "Yes. Cookies are good." It's terse, to say the least. But she starts to take out the makings for a sandwich; meat, cheese, and the like. "I have not seen you before."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "I JUST came here. Andrea and Josh brought me here because I was in a bad way. I'm Erika. Um." Is there anything else it's polite to say to that? Everything here has been pretty weird so far.

She opens the closet door. Success! A frayed apron! Muahahaha. Insert mad scientist cackling here.

She grabs the apron, holds it up over her head, and slides halfway out of her pullover, then swallows uneasily, steeling herself, and drops the apron down over her neck. "..Here goes.."

Her eyes flutter and she wobbles and sways unsteadily, whimpering and twitching a bit.

X-23 has posed:
The girl looks back. "You can call me Laura." she answers, when Erika gives her name. She watches the wobble and twitch, head tilted slightly. Unlike most people, there's no "oh, are you okay?" sort of concern. At best, a mild curiosity. Finally, she asks "Are you sick?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks, shaking the last of the shock off. "No, I just don't know how to cook, and I'm in a kitchen. Do you mind if I look in there?" She checks around the room again, then wanders over to the refrigerator, scent and stance very slightly different.

X-23 has posed:
THAT is something she'll notice right away. And not in a good way. The scent change immediately makes her paranoid. She literally /growls/ a bit, and asks "What happened?" Her hands ball into fists at her side.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks. "I don't know, I'm still figuring this stuff out. Why?" She looks around, obviously confused, and backs up a bit, opening her hands in hopes of being reassuring. "I was just going to cook something..."

X-23 has posed:
Laura looks anything but reassured. "Your scent changed. What did you do?" she asks again, taking a single step closer. In fight or flight, fight is definitely winning out here.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir acks, nervous and rapidly moving toward 'scared'. "I'm.. 'reading'.. the apron? Somebody else used it?" And that's her limit of understanding her own powers. That one sentence. Right there. That's it. She has no more explanations to offer. She debates on fleeing, but realizes that she isn't exactly a track champion. run. pounce. chomp. no no, bad. Her back hits the back counter. No more room to retreat. Gulp.

X-23 has posed:
Laura watches, eyes narrowed. "How does that change your scent? Did they send you?" Apparently Erika is supposed to know who "they" are. The tiny brunette girl doesn't LOOK physically imposing, but she's certainly selling dangerous well.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir swallows hard. "I don't know!? I just wanted dinner.." She pushes back against the counter helplessly, trapped, and looks around for any sort of help.

X-23 has posed:
Thankfully, being able to read scents as well as she can also serves reasonably well as a lie detector. People who are legitimately afraid smell like it. Laura backs off a bit, then moves off to the side. "Eat." She's still watching the other girl, though.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir shuffles in reasonable terror over to the refrigerator and opens it, watching you carefully. She bites her lip a bit, then starts pulling out fresh meats and cheese and vegetables.

Then she goes over to wash her hands and slip on some gloves, trading out the ones she is already wearing. She throws on a hair net, then grabs one of the cooking knives and quickly slices off a thin steak off the meat. Flips the cutting board. A couple of mushrooms get chopped. Whackwhackwhackwhack.Slide it off to the side. Flip the burner on. Grab a pan and twirl it in one hand and start it heating up, quick splash of oil. Seasonings are grabbed in a quick practiced motion from exactly where they go and are dashed onto the meat, rubbed in quickly, flipped into the pan to sizzle and fry, followed by the mushrooms....

'Don't know how to cook' - yeah right, in what universe?

X-23 has posed:
Laura already didn't trust her. This isn't helping the issue. The brunette girl growls again, low, and turns to stalk out of the room. Hopefully no one gets in her way.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blinks and looks kind of concernedly at the retreating predator girl. She sighs a little, because she just... can't explain any of what she's DOING. She can't even explain it to Xavier, and he's the one who explained it to HER. So she just keeps quiet. Maybe somebody else can explain it later.