♩ gentle and warm as the light

[shiritai]

Who: Violet and you!
What: Violet decides to step up and take a shot at cooking. She has... decidedly mixed results.
When: March 26th, early afternoon and night
Where: The kitchen (afternoon) and the viewing deck (night)
Warnings: Terrible violence comitted upon the concept of a scrambled egg.

[ So if you go down to the woods the kitchen today, you might be in for a bit of a surprise. You'll find one (1) Violet Evergarden hard at work at one of the counters with a recipe book cracked open and... just some eggs? Well, if she's starting simple, eggs are a good place to jump off from. How wrong can you go with eggs?

Very wrong, it turns out.

Maybe you'll find her utterly failing at cracking eggs into the bowl. It's a bit of a crapshoot whether she ends up with egg all over the counter or actually gets it into the bowl, but either way it ends with her having a mixture composed of roughly 60% egg and 40% shell. Or maybe you'll find her pouring that mixture into a bowl and... doesn't that look like way, way too much egg for one girl?

Or maybe you'll just see Violet examining the sorry results of her work once she's done. It looks sort of like a badly mutilated omlette but it's so huge she's had to spread it across two plates. One side is burned to a crisp, one looks slightly soggy and undercooked and the whole thing just looks like a slightly greyish yellow hunk of rubber. Violet stares down at it pensively for a long moment before carefully picking up both plates and making her way straight to the trashcan. Atta girl, Violet.

That night, if you happen to be the sort of weirdo who lurks around on the viewing deck after dark, you'll find you've got company. Violet's there, settled on one of the seats with the duvet from her bed wrapped around her nice and snug, to stave off the worst of the sea breeze. She's got her eyes up to the roof, where the night sky would be, if it wasn't for the absolutely torrential rain pouring down and obscuring much of anything. She looks a little bit disappointed (or as disappointed as Violet ever looks, anyway) but she's sat there gazing up diligently at the roof anyway. Very odd. ]

Comments

deck ofc

[founderinglight]

Ah - good evening, Violet.

[Hey look it's this guy, with his own blanket around his shoulders - a thick wool one with black and blue stripes in a zigzag pattern.]

Not much to see tonight, it appears.

kitchen, post-egg disaster

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Astolfo manages to catch a glimpse of the "omelette" shortly before disappearing into the abyss of the garbage, and it's not a pretty sight. It's probably for the best that it's thrown away, no one could safely or happily eat that, but there's something about the act that is profoundly upsetting.]

Giving the cooking a try, I see?

[His tone is more playful than judgmental, he did suggest she try this, after all.]

Eggs

[rhododendronhoney]

[Cori walks into the kitchen and immediately feels the urge to Leave. But she can't just let this disaster go on unprompted.]

Um...need a few tips? About...how to keep shell from getting in?

kitchen nightmares with sleepytime junction

[nightcure]

[ ... Wow, okay. Noctis walks in, and immediately, he's greeted with a feeling of slowly dawning horror. Sure, no one can be as good as Ignis Scientia, but like... this is just sad. And terrible.

At least Noct can manage some tact. ]

Do you, uh... [ He watches as she manages, somehow, to not get egg inside the bowl. ] Do you need help?

viewing deck

[dubiouslychthonic]

Waiting for something?

[Jetshard's paused in the doorway, making an effort not to sneak up on Violet; with human night vision being what it apparently is, she doesn't like to assume that most residents of the station will see her coming in the dark when they're focused on something else.]