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Stephanie Yakovovna Barnes | Brown Recluse ([personal profile] lilbrownspyder) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2016-06-28 07:28 pm

From Russia With Love

Recluse -- Stephanie, now -- frowned at the tablet as she glanced at the two pots she had on the stove. No one here made even the drinks she remembered from Russia. Sbiten seemed fairly easy. The recipe for kvass she found seemed long rather than difficult. She filled two post with water and turned the stove on. It all seemed to go well until she went to toast the bread for the kvass a second time. Smoke filled the kitchen, setting off the smoke alarm. She cursed in Russian, shoving a towel under the spigot.
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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-06-29 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"... what the MOTHERFUCK is going on in here?" As soon as Kayla smelled the smoke, she dashed into the kitchen, wondering if it was some oft of supervillain. Her usual effort to control her profanity was forgotten in the total horror of smelling smoke coming from the kitchen. Hana was not going to be happy, and neither was she. Instead, she found Recluse- called Stephanie now, she remembered, doing her best to contain the mess created by, well, whatever it was precisely she was making.

"What are you doing? It's after goddamn midnight." Kayla took a deep breath. "Why are you in the kitchen- you're not supposed to be in here." She took a quick look around her. Another deep breath. There didn't appear to be any actual damage. That at least was good.

"You can't come in here and cook whatever. This is a working kitchen that has to follow health codes. And now I have to drop everything-" Everything included a girlfriend who was being more than slightly affectionate, which added a whole new layer of frustration to Kayla's unhappiness. "-and direct you how to clean this properly so Hana and I can use this properly again."
Edited 2016-06-29 01:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dark_scion 2016-06-29 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hacking and coughing, with bits of a pillow case wrapped around his lower face was Fred.

"Are we being attacked again? Are they attempting to burn away our senses!?"
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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-06-29 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"This is a professional kitchen. Health codes are important. This is a professional kitchen that is responsible for the feeding of well over a hundred people." Kayla wasn't going to budge on this. "And insulting Hana and I's cooking is a really, really bad way to go about this. We work damn hard to cook good food and you should show us some basic respect. You want us to look at, I'm guessing, Russian food from those curses, you lodge a request. We're reasonable people when you're not sneaking in after midnight and using our equipment and setting off the smoke alarm."

Kayla took a careful look at the situation in front of them. It didn't look like any real damage had been done. That at least was good. "Clean and disinfect everything."
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[personal profile] dark_scion 2016-06-29 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Fred took one look at the scene developing before him before turning around and walking back to his room. He didn't need this kind of potential entertainment.
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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-06-29 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"This kitchen is offlimits to people who don't work here, unless under supervision of people who do work here. Also, it's way after curfew." Kayla crossed her arms.

"So I'm guessing an apology and a cleanup's too much to ask, then?" Kayla raised her eyebrow. Stephanie had a chance to reduce the potential consequences, if she was wise enough to take it. "It might feel good right now to be all badass rebel, but you're doing yourself no favors by continuing to be rude. You made mistake, fix it and don't do it again. No need to make it worse."
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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-06-29 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't really care about that. I care about people coming into this kitchen without permission or supervision after hours. You want to sneak around, that's not my business, really. I'm not a teacher or administrator. But this is my workplace." It was a bit more than that to Kayla. Her entire life revolved around the Institute, the X-Men, being part of the staff here. She had a very personal attachment to the kitchen. A lot of her happiest and worst memories were here.

Suddenly a horrible crawling feeling came over her, a rising awful panic. It didn't happen often, but something about the space being intruded on like this triggered something deep inside her. She could hear the knives shattering. She went visibly pale.

Kayla suddenly had to look away, close her eyes. And brace herself against something, because suddenly her legs didn't feel a hundred percent steady.

"You know what ... just let me do it. I know where stuff goes."
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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-06-29 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Kayla took a deep breath, trying to get it together as best she could. The sound of shattering and filed-down blades screamed in her head. I want to feel something. It was right where Stephanie was. They broke like glass when she tried to jam them into her hand. Why can't I feel anything?. Kayla didn't know precisely why she was remembering all this now, of all times.

"Yeah, you should." She took a deep breath. Nope, there weren't tears pricking at her eyes. "Make sure you do a good job of cleaning up. You should to that." She took another deep breath and exhaled. Kayla could feel herself start to come down a bit. She'd probably have to have a longer cry later. But for now, she was functional, more or less.

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[personal profile] seismic_shockwave 2016-07-03 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Kayla wasn't terribly inclined to explain it to someone she didn't know well. Stephanie wasn't really a friend of hers, not like Brianna, Rose, Chief or Snow Devil.

"Might as well not waste it, I guess." Kayla took a deep breath. The moment was passing. She walked over to the jar where she kept the cookies that hadn't quite turned out visually and bit into one, a sugar cookie that turned out a little flat, a little chewier than normal- but still, buttery and delicious.

"So while you're here, what were you making?" Kayla could talk food. Food worked.