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*Maria wakes up and is sat on edge of bed*

*reading a data slate on low brightness intently *
*scarring is now skin colour just rougher a d such*
*muttering to self about summons....*

*Knight sits up and kisses Maria on her metal shoulder*

Boro: Last night was...Something...

OOC: Goddamn that's horrible BC. I'm afraid I have no concept of how you must be feeling right now, but I wish you luck in recovering and finding someone else.

BIC:
Oh really? For me?
*Perks up slightly and looks up*
...Did somebody say they needed a set of speakers fixed?
*Looking around wildly for who summoned me*

*smiles and puts down her message saying to go to mars*

*turns slighty and lies down *
I'm free to be me again. *smiles* I'm happy. That's why.
*holds up a mirror*
Oooh... I could get used go the subtle gold glow in my eyes.... Pretty.... Need new eye shadow colour...

*verdai sees a note on his desk confirming he now owns the 7km former dark mek battleship of a modified emperor class, badly burnt and impossible to tow away signed HF*

*several volume damage report sat next to it a foot tall*

*Smiles and lies back down*

That's all I could've asked for; you to be happy. Although I still smell like turkey...

*Pats stomach*

And smelling like a turkey makes me want turkey, you want some?

OOC: Minor note, Aura smell isn't normally persistent. It's more like the when you use it, and the more you use it the stronger it gets.

BiC: *Morrigan is a snoring pile of feathers on the couch next to OT. Thoth finishes his apple and goes to the archives, Quetz floats over and settles down around the couch. Ra, Horus and Huitz walk out of the Fenrisian hall and go to the gym to train. Cal is still sleeping off his exhaustion in the infirmary*


OOC: And with that, I depart. See ya'll later, and BC, I really am sorry for you. I just can't comprehend something like that.

OT said it would pass in a day or two then only when you use... Aura. Somehow..

Turkey for breakfast ..... Why not. *smiles*. take out or the cryo cubooard (frozen)
Oh...yeah OT said we are not immortal yet. *laugh's,* you can still go grey at the moment....

*looks wt data slate*
Ummm... I need to go to Mars in a day or two. Mind joining me?

Is that even a question? When ever, where ever..

*Gets up and pulls some pants on*

Just in case someone comes in.

*Steps out of bedroom and into the kitchen*

*Pulls out a frozen turkey and starts letting it defrost*

*Pulls out an assortment of herbs and vegetables, and starts chopping them up*

OOC Night OT, and thank you for the clarification.

*pulls on a red robe with little silver swirls*

Need any help?
*wanders over to kitchen and starts making coffee from the machine from beans*

Coffee... Agh... *finds mugs and starts pouring*

*Gestures to turkey*

Can you empty it? We'll have stuffed turkey.

Sure. *reaches into kitchen draw and pulls out a sword*
Oops... How did that get there...
*finds a knife and starts preparing turkey for stuffing rather expertly *

Its its pretty easy... When your a surgen.
*rapidly slices a carrot into identical thickness slices and drops into bowl *
*knight accidently hit by flying chunk of carrot*

*Flinches and looks at Maria*

You so did that on purpose.

*Smiles and kisses Maria*

Okay, so, now we insert the stuffing. I'll let you do it, but I'll help you.

*Fills Maria's hand with stuffing and guides it into the turkey*

...How does it feel to fist a turkey?

*laughs* weird.....

*sttuffs Turkey and taps the last of the stuffling itno the middle*
need to seal it up or just in the oven?

*finds a barking tray from a cuboard* that il fit..

I would recommend sealing it, but you can ultimately choose.

*Goes back to cutting vegetables*

*neatly takes a needle and thread and sews it up humming along as she does*

*smiles* you asked a surgeun to sew up a turkey... it il be fine
so now mr turkey is sewed and stuffed.
oven time?

*drinks coffee and slices vegtables one handed*
the amount of veg we have... you cooking for two or half the avatar room?

*looks at vegtable piule thats grown quite big*

Well, I don't like meat as much as you do. *Winks and smiles* But really, this is mostly for the flavour for the broth. I put in these, and a little bit more other things, and we have some nice food. All we're probably going to have is some peas and carrots. Along with a little bit of mashed potatoes, and the turkey. It's a lot less on the plate, I assure you.

*Goes back to doing kitcheny stuff*

*laughs* ok., ok.. im not the kitchen expert...
*puts turkey in oven and sets timer*
*phone rings*
oh.. sorry gotta take this.. dad...

Hello, yeah il ask him,,,
you on for Mars in a day or two?

need to know for security passes etc...

*Nods and looks at Maria*

Uhh yeah, I'm fine with going out for however long, what should I pa- *Stops mid sentence and stops chopping* Excuse me for a second.

*Steps out of Repressor and walks up to the nearest wall*

*Has left half a finger on the kitchen bench*

*Out of earshot of Maria*

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

*Stops self and holds bleeing half finger*

Fething twice in two years...

*notices*

he's good. standard packing... good... ok gotta go... medical issue.... byeeee... love you too.,

*puts phone down and finds finger, pulls on fur coat, and finds knight*
hey.. come on, if im quick and i can fix this,,,
*gives doctor look* come on . this is a easy one.

Is fine, it's a finger...It'll grow back gotta look tough, don't cry...

*Lets go of hand and waves*

Don worry about it...

*sighs* fine least come in and let me bandage it up...
your losing quite abit of blood...

*whispers* your trying to hide pain from a woman who spent 5 decades in constant pain.... aint working dear

*smiles*
come on... im a trained medic.. trust me..

*Nods and follows Maria*

Just hurts a little bit...

*sits him down and holds hand steady with a mechadrite*

if your so keen on growing a new finger...
in fact, now you can as OT gave us both enhanced healing,,,,

*cleans, banadages and stitches injury rapidly and precisely *
it il hurt... but your patched up...

now, seeing as your off cooking duty,,, doctors orders.
*offers good hand* come on, show me what do and il be the hands

*resumes cooking and preparing dinner with instructions*

*Instructs Maria on how to cook while holding a bandaged hand*

*Smiles*

Soon you won't need me at all! You'll be able to cook al by yourself!

*happily cooking away with her long wite fur coat sat on the sofa*

ok.. so... thats that i think.. *steps back at mass of things cooking, bubbling and roasting away*

did i just do that.........
9h.. and Mars, plan for variable weather, nothing too formal needed.

*Nods*

You seem to have this under control, but at least let me help with plating up. Just because I'm a finger short, doesn't mean I'm useless.

OOC Sorry about the late replies, Nick and I are Monster Huntering his house to the ground.

*Leo wakes up and looks around*

Leo: Hmm, Pere must still be asleep.

*Gets up and rubs burnt arm only to immediately regret*

Leo: Gak that hurts, ah well I'll fix it up eventually.

*Arm glows redish orange for a few seconds and heals slightly*

Leo:*huff* Feth *puff* that really drains you...

*Walks over to kitchen to start making something to eat*

And... *timer ticks* turkey done. *takes out turkey with bare hands without thinking and does not notice heat from tray*

Done!
*smiles*
Just needs plating up and its ready to eat.
* hands knight a carving knife size of a sword*
Sorry only one I have and a carving fork
Want to do the honours...

Opc no worries

Your meal, your honour. You do it. *Smiles and hands back the knife* Plus I don't trust myself with another knife...

*Rubs hand*

*Smiles again*

Least it ain't the index finger on the other hand; you like that one. *Winks and prepares self for a bashing*