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nextgenerationmarvel2015-04-16 12:01 pm
hauntingyou) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2015-04-16 12:01 pm
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Ghost in the (Cappuccino) Machine (Open to all!)
Julia had tried to stay out of the way as much as possible in the aftermath of the attack on the school. She didn't want to traumatize the shaken up students any further by making them wander into her cold spots, or make the clean up more difficult by jamming the doors or blowing up one of those vacuum things that looked like a cross between a Roomba and an armored mecha unit... and how cool were those, anyways? But it was hard. And boring. Oh, God, was it boring.
It was early early in the morning, before dawn, when she drifted into the kitchen. It was dark, with nothing but the glowing clock display on the microwave, and quiet, just the hum of the refrigerators. Just the hum, and a...beep? Her attention was caught by a blinking light and another time display. It was a fancy coffee maker, the kind that could be programmed to start brewing at a specific time, and that also made cappuccino and espresso. Cappuccino... Julia missed that. She hadn't even gotten sick of it the summer she worked in the coffee house, making endless cups. She floated over to the machine. There was the lever on the side to pull to draw up an espresso. She brushed it with her finger, and the machine made a gurgling sound, just as if it was delivering dark, rich, caffeinated goodness. Julia smiled, and lightly touched the glass flask on the other side for steaming milk. The coffee maker hissed, and a little puff of steam came out. Oh, if she could only make herself a big mug right now. She leaned her head forward, as if she could smell the brewing liquid... and the machine came apart, sending a shower of coffee grounds, shattered glass, and pieces of tubing through her immaterial form.
Julia wailed in frustration. What she heard in her head was more of an "Auugh!". What echoed throughout the silent hallways, however, was more of an
"AhhhhhhhWOOOOOeeeeOOOOOeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
The microwave, and everything else with a digital or LCD display on the entire first floor was now blinking 12:00.
It was early early in the morning, before dawn, when she drifted into the kitchen. It was dark, with nothing but the glowing clock display on the microwave, and quiet, just the hum of the refrigerators. Just the hum, and a...beep? Her attention was caught by a blinking light and another time display. It was a fancy coffee maker, the kind that could be programmed to start brewing at a specific time, and that also made cappuccino and espresso. Cappuccino... Julia missed that. She hadn't even gotten sick of it the summer she worked in the coffee house, making endless cups. She floated over to the machine. There was the lever on the side to pull to draw up an espresso. She brushed it with her finger, and the machine made a gurgling sound, just as if it was delivering dark, rich, caffeinated goodness. Julia smiled, and lightly touched the glass flask on the other side for steaming milk. The coffee maker hissed, and a little puff of steam came out. Oh, if she could only make herself a big mug right now. She leaned her head forward, as if she could smell the brewing liquid... and the machine came apart, sending a shower of coffee grounds, shattered glass, and pieces of tubing through her immaterial form.
Julia wailed in frustration. What she heard in her head was more of an "Auugh!". What echoed throughout the silent hallways, however, was more of an
"AhhhhhhhWOOOOOeeeeOOOOOeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
The microwave, and everything else with a digital or LCD display on the entire first floor was now blinking 12:00.
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