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entrancelogs2013-07-29 03:20 pm
tryingitall) wrote in entrancelogs2013-07-29 03:20 pm
angels in the architecture
Who: Balthazar and open!
Where: The library, the kitchen, and assorted other mansion locations.
When: Monday
Rating: Probably PG?
Summary: Balthazar is in need of distraction. I have two scenarios here, but feel free to bump into him in the halls in between locations, if you're so inclined. I'm game for other ideas, too.
He finds it somewhat vexing how difficult the library is to locate on any given day. He's found it once before, although he wasn't especially motivated to peruse the contents then. Why bother, when he could ask his closet for any book he has in mind?
The flaw in this theory, Balthazar eventually realizes, is there are books out there he doesn't know he wants. Books about art history, for example. Having latched onto the idea of setting up a miniature gallery in his rooms, he's determined to follow through, but he needs more information. Examples. Ideas.
After a couple hours of wandering the halls, he finally finds the place and ducks inside with a grumble of relief. Now, of course, the problem is how to find what he's looking for within the library itself. No one ever taught him the Dewey Decimal System, if indeed that's even how the place is organized. But he has all the time in the world, so he'll begin at the beginning and wind his way through the stacks for as long as it takes.
When he began walking again, he wasn't aware he was headed for the kitchen, but once he arrives there he decides to stay and experiment. Angels don't need to eat, but Balthazar has developed a taste for one or two things aside from alcoholic drinks. Certain sweets. Well-brewed tea. Vegetarian dishes spiked with fiery sauces and spice. There's a cookbook open on the counter, possibly left behind by someone else, and he finds himself thumbing through it as the kettle heats. It's mostly baked desserts, and he's about to lose interest when one page catches his eye.
'Fried cheesecake bites'. Fried cheesecake? Fried cheesecake. It sounds like the unholy offspring of Sara Lee and a county fair funnel cake vendor.
He's not sure if he'll like it himself, but he's willing to bet Death would. Assuming he could somehow pull off the dish. After the recent TV land fiasco, it might be smart to make nice.
It can't hurt to try, anyway. He scans the ingredients list with a frown and goes for the refrigerator.
Where: The library, the kitchen, and assorted other mansion locations.
When: Monday
Rating: Probably PG?
Summary: Balthazar is in need of distraction. I have two scenarios here, but feel free to bump into him in the halls in between locations, if you're so inclined. I'm game for other ideas, too.
He finds it somewhat vexing how difficult the library is to locate on any given day. He's found it once before, although he wasn't especially motivated to peruse the contents then. Why bother, when he could ask his closet for any book he has in mind?
The flaw in this theory, Balthazar eventually realizes, is there are books out there he doesn't know he wants. Books about art history, for example. Having latched onto the idea of setting up a miniature gallery in his rooms, he's determined to follow through, but he needs more information. Examples. Ideas.
After a couple hours of wandering the halls, he finally finds the place and ducks inside with a grumble of relief. Now, of course, the problem is how to find what he's looking for within the library itself. No one ever taught him the Dewey Decimal System, if indeed that's even how the place is organized. But he has all the time in the world, so he'll begin at the beginning and wind his way through the stacks for as long as it takes.
When he began walking again, he wasn't aware he was headed for the kitchen, but once he arrives there he decides to stay and experiment. Angels don't need to eat, but Balthazar has developed a taste for one or two things aside from alcoholic drinks. Certain sweets. Well-brewed tea. Vegetarian dishes spiked with fiery sauces and spice. There's a cookbook open on the counter, possibly left behind by someone else, and he finds himself thumbing through it as the kettle heats. It's mostly baked desserts, and he's about to lose interest when one page catches his eye.
'Fried cheesecake bites'. Fried cheesecake? Fried cheesecake. It sounds like the unholy offspring of Sara Lee and a county fair funnel cake vendor.
He's not sure if he'll like it himself, but he's willing to bet Death would. Assuming he could somehow pull off the dish. After the recent TV land fiasco, it might be smart to make nice.
It can't hurt to try, anyway. He scans the ingredients list with a frown and goes for the refrigerator.
gud.
"Phew, okay." John relaxes considerably, even as he blushes for feeling silly. He's really gotta get the whole rundown on how angels work, someday. "Yeah, or we can grab a can if we're feeling lazy. Fresh frosting is better, though."
John walks them through the steps for the batter and soon they've got it in to bake. Once that's done, frosting is next. "Chocolate frosting, you think?"
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"I want to make it, if you can teach me how. I'm sure it's better fresh." He nods, helping with the mixture however he's told. Once the cake's in the oven, he crouches to peer through the window curiously. John may have to remind him it doesn't cook that fast.
"Mn? Oh, yes! Definitely chocolate!"
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He raises an eyebrow at the 'vessel' thing. "So you're, like, possessing somebody?" Maybe that's not the nicest way to say it, but it's what he immediately thinks of. And well. He likes ghosts a lot. A lot. So this isn't really something he sees as a BAD thing. In fact, he's just casually gathering the frosting ingredients and a clean bowl, as if possession is a normal dessert-making sort of discussion.
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Grimacing at the question, Balthazar makes a wobbly gesture with one hand. "Not in the sense a demon would, but I suppose to the vessel that's a matter of semantics. Angels inhabit every cell of their vessel. The man whose body I'm in isn't really conscious. He may perceive some of this as a dream, and some sensations carry over. With ghosts and demons, their meatsuits are aware of nearly everything that happens to them, and everything they do. Also, I had to ask his permission first. Rules."
He's always a bit leery of having this discussion with humans, but John seems to be taking it well so far, and that's encouraging.