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⚡ Feeling like a fool again [OPEN]

Who: Jesse Wells and OPEN
Where: all over Wonderland
When: End of February/beginning of March
Rating: PG-13 should cover it.
Summary: Jesse is a little bit heartbroken and attempting to distract herself. Also pretending that she’s not heartbroken at all. She’s fine. She’s totally fine. ~~Spoilers: she’s not fine at ALL.~~
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It’s official. She’s an idiot. She should have known better. Should have known better than to think Cisco could ever see her as anything other than her father’s daughter. Should have known better than to hope. But he’d kissed her. More than once. And it seemed like he meant it. She’d hoped he meant it. ~~She wanted him to mean it.~~ So she’d thought...

She’d thought.

That was her first mistake, Jesse has decided. Thinking. Hoping. Wanting. Definitely wanting. Probably her biggest mistake. So now she’s trying very hard to NOT think, and to not let herself acknowledge how much she hurts, the way the sadness keeps tightening her chest. It was foolish anyway. So incredibly foolish. Instead of hiding in her lab, because she doesn’t want to hide, exactly. Well, a little. She wants to hide a little. But she’d offered use of her lab to Cisco and he’s the last person she wants to see right now. Which means her lab is out.

Instead of hiding in her lab she gathers her journal of projects and science, a few tools and some assorted odds and ends and takes them to the dining room, finding an out of the way corner of one of the large tables and setting up shop. (She would have gone to the library but she didn’t want to anger anyone. She’s heard stories.) This way she can nibble if she happens to have anything like an appetite. She indulges in something green and tangy and alcoholic, though, sipping at it as she works.

She avoids the project she’s working on for Cisco, though. That’s something she can’t bring herself to work on right now. Not yet. Not until she figures out some way to stop feeling what it is she feels for him. Swallowing hard and taking a breath, she frowns and focuses harder on the task at hand. She has a few projects in the works, besides the one for Cisco, and she’s sort of bouncing between a few of them, working on calculations for some, and fiddling with a prototype for another.

Distractedly, she rummages in a pocket and pulls out one of the leftover suckers from the sucker bouquet (it ended up more of a sucker tree, but the thought was the same) she’d made Cisco for Valentine’s Day, tugging off the wrapper and popping it in her mouth as she works.

Jesse knows she could just go to the dining room and have food provided for her in the blink of an eye. But she doesn’t want something easy. She wants distraction. And cooking is definitely a distraction. A distraction she can share the results of. Which is why she’s bustling around the kitchen, working on bunch of different things at once. There’s a very large batch of her mom’s lasagne, as well as tartiflette, several pies (strawberry rhubarb and strawberry kiwi this time), and pavlova (strawberry hazelnut).

There’s going to be a lot of food when she’s done. And she might even have some of it. She feels a little bad for basically having taken over the kitchen, but it’s only for a little while. Unless she gets the idea to start making something else, too. Then it’ll be for a little while longer.

Maybe she should make timpano, too.

A large mourning dove peers curiously at the lasagne. He's heard of the dish, but this is his first time seeing it.

Aside from his unusual size, the only strange thing about him is that his plumage is more suitable for summer than for winter.

The large mourning dove is only a surprise for a moment; her life is filled with speedsters and multiple Earths and metahumans, so she's kind of used to the weird and unusual. She offers him a friendly smile. "Would you like to try some? I might have gotten a little carried away with the cooking."

Can unusually sized mourning doves eat lasagne? She doesn't know, but she's going to find out. There's a lot of food and she wants to share it.

"I would. Thanks." He fetches himself a plate, helps himself to a small piece, then finds a seat. "Are you going to eat?"

Oh. Yeah. I... yeah." She hadn't, but it would be rude, and she could probably eat, so Jesse fixes herself a little plate. Then she sits down next to her feathered dining companion. "I'm Jesse. Jesse Wells."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Nageki Fujishiro." He takes a small bite of the lasagne.

Jane doesn't really do much cooking, but she does do a lot of trying of food, and sometimes people are in the kitchen who don't mind sharing. It sounds like scavenging, but really it's enjoying what other people mark as comfort food from home. In a place where everything is given to them magically but also taken away, it's a nice change of pace to see people cooking and trying to make everything feel a little more normal.

Besides, there are still a ton of foods she has no idea about yet, and she also gets to meet people this way. Wandering in, it smells amazing right away, and she looks at everything, eyes a little wide. "Are you having a party?" she asks without even introducing herself first.

Jesse looks up in surprise, tucking her hair shyly behind her ear and giving her a sheepish grin. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. Not that she’d been listening, exactly. Her attempt at distraction had worked. In some aspects, at least. “Not exactly. I just… enjoy cooking. It’s kind of like science. Only instead of a formula or theory there’s a recipe and the results are a lot less likely to explode.”

She indicates the spread of food with a tilt of her head. “Would you like some?” Please god have some, because there’s way too much here for any one person to consume, and she likes making food for people. Even when she’s not needing to distract herself.

Jane steps closer, a small smile on her lips. "If you're really sure it's okay," she says first. But she's already reaching for something, she doesn't even know what it is, so Jesse may have to clarify. It just looks good.

"My boyfriend is a really good cook. He's trying to teach me, and I keep using the magic."

Jesse grins. "Definitely sure." She hadn't eaten much earlier, mostly just nibbled and pushed the food around the plate, so she might as well try again, and fixes herself another little plate of odds and ends. "That's tartiflette, which is basically just a potato casserole. Sort of." There's more to it than that, but it basically boils down to a casserole.

"Nothing wrong with that. It's kind of useful." And is a good way to try different things, given the magic and how many people from different worlds and universes there are in Wonderland. And have BEEN in Wonderland.

Mick wandered in, only in his t-shirt and jeans, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He'd only just gotten up and all, given that he had nothing to get up for. Why even bother? He moved into the kitchen to grab himself a snack and paused, watching that strange girl who made him lasagna once cooking away with a curious tilt of his head. Hmm. Maybe he could score food out of this.

"You making food for an army or what?"

Oh! Jesse gives him a grin when she sees him walk in. A familiar face. Sort of. Well, she talked to him once and made him lasagne once, too. But she recognizes him which is familiar enough. And she can tempt him into taking some of this food off her hands, so that’s definitely a good thing. “Nope. Well, sort of. Accidentally? Was just in the mood to cook. And bake.”

She indicates her current project with a hand. “Have you ever tried timpano before?”

"Nah." Mick was very basic with his food, he rarely went fancy or out of the usual suspects when he did food. He idly pulled up a seat because he was sensing she was about to feed him and honestly, he needed a front row seat for that. He didn't care how, why or what was even happening here, he just cared that he was going to get more food out of it. "I'm in the mood to eat so slide it all this way."

He opens one of the beers he'd grabbed before, using the table as a bottle opener, looking back up at her with a half smile. "How you been, kid?"

Jesse laughs softly, and makes up a quick plate with some of everything for him, lasagne, tartiflette, pavlova and a slice of both types of pie. Then she gets back to work on the timpano. It's kind of involved. And kind of ridiculous, but she needs the distraction.

Oh. She shrugs a little, managing a half-smile of her own before ducking her head and letting her hair hide her face a little. "Okay, I guess." That is such a bald-faced lie but that's okay. "What about you?"

"You're a good kid."

Mick is mostly swayed by the food but whatever, she seemed like a good kid, she cooked, she made shit, that was about all he knew about her but hey, that was enough to be pretty content. That and he was too distracted by food to care how she felt. "Okay? Okay ain't good." Mick pointed out as he shoved some lasagna into his mouth. "Not important how I've been. I'm just here for the food."

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⚡ Feeling like a fool again [OPEN]

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