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entrancelogs2018-03-05 03:08 pm
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2018-03-05 03:08 pm
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[OPEN] patience is a virtue
Who: Evelyn and you!
Where: Various (see below)
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: Forays into mildly-charted territories and the usual locales.
The Story:
kitchen
[As a woman forced to learn the art of patience over the course of her stay in this gilded prison Evelyn has taken to adopting (read: attempting) a number of hobbies, even if they won't stick with her once she's gone - if she leaves at all. Usually this falls to learning additional languages for the mental challenge it provides, but languages aren't all that fun when they can't be utilised and Wonderland's handy translation feature makes it difficult to engage properly. February's chill still lingers in the early hours of March, and so she has resorted to perusing the contents of one of her Christmas gifts in the kitchen, modifying and adapting elements to try to recreate something she had at a dinner once, in America.
The little box of index cards sits open on the counter top and Evelyn, the consummate proponent of propriety, is addressing a rather sorry excuse for a Beef Wellington.]
What absolute bollocks-
[She swears loudly, picking at the limp and lacklustre pastry that was supposed to have puffed up. What feels like a thousand steps in and she can't even execute the last one to satisfaction, duxelles and pΓ’tΓ© all for naught. Unwilling to better examine what went wrong she picks the entire sheet up with a sound of disgust and chucks everything into the rubbish bin.
She rolls up her sleeves to try again.]
library
[Post-cooking disaster Evelyn can be found doing her daily milling through the stacks: shelving, re-shelving, making idle comments on book subjects before disappearing down another row. She eventually wanders to the archives for a 'bout of - admittedly early - spring cleaning, files spread far and wide across the west wing sitting area. It is a variety of sorting, for the express purpose of putting older materials away into a kind of storage when they aren't reference all that often.
On occasion she will greet the stray library patron with her usual friendliness, though she looks a little frazzled and will occasionally pause to write something down in a nearby notebook.]
Oh! Hello there.
various
[The late afternoon sees a desperate need for respite out-of-doors, and Evelyn can be found at the stables, then the outside gun range. At the former venue she is most likely to challenge any visitors to a race for the sheer thrill of it, and at the latter Evelyn professes a deep interest in the firearms made available after her era, asking about them in well-meaning curiosity.
Keeping excessively active tends to serve her best: all the easier to avoid lingering for too long on fears based in an ancient world, from another time. Sitting still isn't exactly an option.]
Where: Various (see below)
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: Forays into mildly-charted territories and the usual locales.
The Story:
kitchen
[As a woman forced to learn the art of patience over the course of her stay in this gilded prison Evelyn has taken to adopting (read: attempting) a number of hobbies, even if they won't stick with her once she's gone - if she leaves at all. Usually this falls to learning additional languages for the mental challenge it provides, but languages aren't all that fun when they can't be utilised and Wonderland's handy translation feature makes it difficult to engage properly. February's chill still lingers in the early hours of March, and so she has resorted to perusing the contents of one of her Christmas gifts in the kitchen, modifying and adapting elements to try to recreate something she had at a dinner once, in America.
The little box of index cards sits open on the counter top and Evelyn, the consummate proponent of propriety, is addressing a rather sorry excuse for a Beef Wellington.]
What absolute bollocks-
[She swears loudly, picking at the limp and lacklustre pastry that was supposed to have puffed up. What feels like a thousand steps in and she can't even execute the last one to satisfaction, duxelles and pΓ’tΓ© all for naught. Unwilling to better examine what went wrong she picks the entire sheet up with a sound of disgust and chucks everything into the rubbish bin.
She rolls up her sleeves to try again.]
library
[Post-cooking disaster Evelyn can be found doing her daily milling through the stacks: shelving, re-shelving, making idle comments on book subjects before disappearing down another row. She eventually wanders to the archives for a 'bout of - admittedly early - spring cleaning, files spread far and wide across the west wing sitting area. It is a variety of sorting, for the express purpose of putting older materials away into a kind of storage when they aren't reference all that often.
On occasion she will greet the stray library patron with her usual friendliness, though she looks a little frazzled and will occasionally pause to write something down in a nearby notebook.]
Oh! Hello there.
various
[The late afternoon sees a desperate need for respite out-of-doors, and Evelyn can be found at the stables, then the outside gun range. At the former venue she is most likely to challenge any visitors to a race for the sheer thrill of it, and at the latter Evelyn professes a deep interest in the firearms made available after her era, asking about them in well-meaning curiosity.
Keeping excessively active tends to serve her best: all the easier to avoid lingering for too long on fears based in an ancient world, from another time. Sitting still isn't exactly an option.]
:( he was seven don't judge
I'll see what I can do.
[Dean takes a glance over her shoulder at what she managed to whip up, it might not be restaurant quality or his mom's handiwork but it's still something.]
First thing's first, when'd it go from Gordon Ramsey to Paula Deen? There's usually a crossover point.
[Dean is in no way comfortable enough yet to dump this garbage down the chute, or go for the cards. So, small talk it is. For now.]
no judgment here but has he improved his culinary skills since then
The dismay is evident in both expression and voice.]
Dean, I don't know either of those people.
yeah, he's a nesting cooking mastermind now. B)
When'd it all go south?
EXCELLENT
With the pastry, I think. [She sighs, blowing a loose curl out of her eyes.] All the butter melted out, I must not have kept it cool enough before baking.
no subject
[Call it nesting, or whatever, but Dean has gotten a lot better at cooking and keeping shit together in past few years than he ever did before. He's always been handy, and capable, but eating on the fly was a necessity of the job.]