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sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-11 12:21 pm
because I promised raincake
Who: Gilbert Nightray and OPEN
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
When: The afternoon of the 11th
Where: The park near Winthers lake
Summary: Gilbert laments best when there's bad weather.
Warnings: Warnings for soggy cake
[There's a cake in the rain.
Well, more specifically, there's a cake in a box on a bench near a man in the rain.
A box that doesn't reside inside of a bag, and is therefore damp from the rain. And, from the state of it and the man sitting next to it, it's been sitting in the rain for a while. It's a curious sight indeed. While people stroll by with umbrellas overhead and jackets wrapped tightly around themselves to protect from the late winter storm, Gilbert Nightray is sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes staring directly at the soggy ground through his damp hair, a half-finished cigarette hanging between his index and middle fingers.
People have been encouraging him to relax lately, take a rest, spend some time by himself to be alone and sort through his thoughts, to meditate, do yoga--the list goes on and on. It seems different people all have their different ways to unwind and cope, and so far none of them had worked for him. If he's home, he'll clean and bake and fret. If he's at work, he'll clean and bake and fret.
So he's relaxing outside. He's taking a 'breather'. He's trying not to think about obligations and duty and doing his best face his anxiety and stress head on, so he's sitting outside in the rain with a cake in a soaked box.
You know you're curious.]
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That was a miscalculation on my part...it wasn't raining this much earlier.
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I think it'll be okay! [ Cakes are actually John's area, not hers, but shh. ] It hasn't been out for too long, has it?
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[It hasn't occurred to him yet just how weird this conversation really must sound to an outsider.]
I don't know if anyone would want to eat it like this. But I also hate having to waste it.
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Well, I wouldn't mind eating a cake, even if it's wet, so I'm sure whoever you got it for won't mind either!
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[He blinks a few raindrops out of his eyes as he peers over at her.]
Do you want it?
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[ Her eyes widen a bit at the unexpected question, and she cocks her head. ]
I wouldn't mind taking it, but you must've been holding onto it for a reason, right?
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[He shakes his head and gestures to it again with his damp, gloved hand.]
So you can take it if you want. It's from the Funtom bakery.
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Do you mind wet cake?
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[Tiny Victorian Sensibilities and all.]
It probably wouldn't be very good, though.
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[ Gives him a smile over the umbrella ]
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[He sits up a little straighter. Well, he's eaten pastries and had teatime in stranger places, but still.]
Are you sure? Just like this?
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[So much unsure in his voice.]
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[ SURE ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF THEM. She rearranges her grip on the umbrella handle so that she can hold it firmly in one hand over the box and then reaches out with the other to lift the lid and reveal the cake...! ]
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Oh - I don't have any forks with me, though.
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Do you want the first piece?
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[His chin tips downwards shamefully as he reaches out to take it from her, umbrella propped up over the both of them on the edge of the bench. But he doesn't look ungrateful by the gesture, at least.]