Fantasy The Five Kingdoms - The Fall of Sarthenfall - OOC

[Ms. Sparrow]

Cali: Just stick to what your good at Azalea, which is not much in all honesty outside of having a mouth that would make Priscilla insulting her special female friend a few years ago look small

Priscilla: IT WAS A PHASE CALI! The less we talk about Meredith the more brain cells I can have!

Azalea: “I can show you how good I am at shoving a foot up your ARSE.”

Ray: . . *smirks* They burnt the food, huh? *laughs a bit as he tilts past her and into the kitchen carrying a few bottles*

Azalea: *grinned a bit sheepishly, watching him pass her,* “I guess they just can’t cook,” she said wryly.

Alex: *has been watching this disaster from the couch the whole time*
Angie: *pulls a cutting board out of the cabinet and starts getting ready to cut up some tomatoes when Clyde pulls up on the stool* AH! Sous Chef Clyde! Thank GOD you are here! The dishwasher- that’s Azalea- has made a grand mess of the Christmas feast! I need your help to save this meal! Take this- *she hands Clyde a plastic spatula and the pile of garlic cloves* I need you to smash the garlic so I can add it to zee sauce! *she then proceeds to basically show Clyde to put the spatula on top of the garlic on the counter before whacking it with his hand to crush the garlic into more manageable pieces* Can you do zis?!

Azalea: “Wai—DISHWASHER?! Raymond hand me one of those bloody bottles to throw—“ *lunged for one of the bottles Raymond carried.*

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Cali: Eh that was a little less creative then I expected. *gasps* maybe you've been running your mouth all creativity is going away. If you keep going all we will have is a mute that is only capable of growling and gestures. Don't worry I'll get a medic. *Runs off*

Priscilla: This is why I prefer a bottle of booze to be my company. You got some good booze in those bottles. I brought... MY POTATOES! *rushes to the pan* who in the world did this!?

 

[Blackrose7]

Annabel: *Watching the madness happening.

 

[Xanto]

Alex: *has been watching this disaster from the couch the whole time*
Angie: *pulls a cutting board out of the cabinet and starts getting ready to cut up some tomatoes when Clyde pulls up on the stool* AH! Sous Chef Clyde! Thank GOD you are here! The dishwasher- that’s Azalea- has made a grand mess of the Christmas feast! I need your help to save this meal! Take this- *she hands Clyde a plastic spatula and the pile of garlic cloves* I need you to smash the garlic so I can add it to zee sauce! *she then proceeds to basically show Clyde to put the spatula on top of the garlic on the counter before whacking it with his hand to crush the garlic into more manageable pieces* Can you do zis?!

Clyde: *laughs* Yes I can! *takes another piece of garlic and whacks away* Heeeeyaaaaa!

Azalea: “I can show you how good I am at shoving a foot up your ARSE.”


Azalea: *grinned a bit sheepishly, watching him pass her,* “I guess they just can’t cook,” she said wryly.

Azalea: “Wai—DISHWASHER?! Raymond hand me one of those bloody bottles to throw—“ *lunged for one of the bottles Raymond carried.*

Raymond: Hey, hey. *leans away and holds the bottles up* Nothing wrong with being a dishwasher. I'll even do it with ya. *smirks and nods toward the machine*

 

[explosiveKitten]

Angie: *woops in agreement with Clyde, then snorts at her own ridiculousness before she’s starts going into multitasking mode- Chopping up tomatoes, basil, the now smashed garlic, onions, potatoes, more herbs and spices, before she dumps all of that into one large pot, setting the burner to low heat. Then she grabs the other, fills it with water and starts getting that up to a boil, before she scuttles off to look for a protein* Clyde, wash your hands!

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Cali: Eh that was a little less creative then I expected. *gasps* maybe you've been running your mouth all creativity is going away. If you keep going all we will have is a mute that is only capable of growling and gestures. Don't worry I'll get a medic. *Runs off*

Priscilla: This is why I prefer a bottle of booze to be my company. You got some good booze in those bottles. I brought... MY POTATOES! *rushes to the pan* who in the world did this!?

Annabel: *Watching the madness happening.

Azalea: “Oh you can fuck off Cali you friggin arse! *pauses and states in a sarcastic manner* “No PLEASE Annabel, stay where you are! We don’t need help or anything!

Clyde: *laughs* Yes I can! *takes another piece of garlic and whacks away* Heeeeyaaaaa!


Raymond: Hey, hey. *leans away and holds the bottles up* Nothing wrong with being a dishwasher. I'll even do it with ya. *smirks and nods toward the machine*

Azalea: *huffed and paused before grinning lightly* “Since when did I lose my hostess privileges?”

 

[Blackrose7]

Annabel: "Alright then." *Annabel hasn't told them about the backup food at her house. Since she knew that this was going to happen.
Annabel is always one step ahead of them, especially if it is Azalea.

 

[Xanto]

Angie: *woops in agreement with Clyde, then snorts at her own ridiculousness before she’s starts going into multitasking mode- Chopping up tomatoes, basil, the now smashed garlic, onions, potatoes, more herbs and spices, before she dumps all of that into one large pot, setting the burner to low heat. Then she grabs the other, fills it with water and starts getting that up to a boil, before she scuttles off to look for a protein* Clyde, wash your hands!

Clyde: *places his spatula down and leans over the sink to wash his hands* This reminds me of a game I played called Overcooked. *looks at Angie* Have you played it before?

Azalea: “Oh you can fuck off Cali you friggin arse! *pauses and states in a sarcastic manner* “No PLEASE Annabel, stay where you are! We don’t need help or anything!


Azalea: *huffed and paused before grinning lightly* “Since when did I lose my hostess privileges?”

Raymond: Ya didn't. *places the bottles on the counter* Here's a better question, *looks around* where's Hyacinthe?

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

To post or not to post tonight AHHH
To make the rp relive again...

Clyde: *places his spatula down and leans over the sink to wash his hands* This reminds me of a game I played called Overcooked. *looks at Angie* Have you played it before?


Raymond: Ya didn't. *places the bottles on the counter* Here's a better question, *looks around* where's Hyacinthe?

Azalea: *eyes widened and she moved to slap a hand over her mouth* “No don’t you’ll awake them all—“

*distant sounds of small, heavy feet running down the hall.*

Azalea: “Ah shite—“

Hyacinthe: *busts into the kitchen, squealing excitedly as she barrels towards Raymond, pudgy hands extending* “RAAAAAYMOOOOOOND!!”

 

[Blackrose7]

Annabel: "Well. It is too late to stop your siblings now, Azalea."

 

[explosiveKitten]

Angie: I’ve heard of it, seen a couple Youtubers play with their friends, but I’ve not played it myself, no. *pulls out a pound of ground beef and sticks it in a big bowl, throwing the leftover chopped onion and garlic into it and starting to mix it all together with her hands, adding in breadcrumbs later after she’s realized that she forgot it* ah, Clyde, take that box of spaghetti and dump the whole thing into the water pot, yeah?

 

[Xanto]

To post or not to post tonight AHHH
To make the rp relive again...


Azalea: *eyes widened and she moved to slap a hand over her mouth* “No don’t you’ll awake them all—“

*distant sounds of small, heavy feet running down the hall.*

Azalea: “Ah shite—“

Hyacinthe: *busts into the kitchen, squealing excitedly as she barrels towards Raymond, pudgy hands extending* “RAAAAAYMOOOOOOND!!”

Raymond: H-HEY! *smiles and scoops her up* Merry Christmas. *hands her a small box of chocolates before mumbling* Hide this from your sister. *playfully glances at Azalea*

Angie: I’ve heard of it, seen a couple Youtubers play with their friends, but I’ve not played it myself, no. *pulls out a pound of ground beef and sticks it in a big bowl, throwing the leftover chopped onion and garlic into it and starting to mix it all together with her hands* ah, Clyde, take that box of spaghetti and dump the whole thing into the water pot, yeah?

Clyde: NEVEEER! *dries his hands before dumping the whole box of spaghetti into the water pot anyway*

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Annabel: "Well. It is too late to stop your siblings now, Azalea."

Azalea: “No thanks to YOU.”

Angie: I’ve heard of it, seen a couple Youtubers play with their friends, but I’ve not played it myself, no. *pulls out a pound of ground beef and sticks it in a big bowl, throwing the leftover chopped onion and garlic into it and starting to mix it all together with her hands* ah, Clyde, take that box of spaghetti and dump the whole thing into the water pot, yeah?

Violet: *walks into the kitchen, holding the infant that was Hale, who nommed on a strand of Violets hair.* “Why...why are you cooking? Is Azalea making you cook?” *sets Hale down on the floor, walking around the kitchen to assess the damage.*

Hale: *crawls around the kitchen floor and proceeds to attempt to chew on Angie’s ankle.*

Raymond: H-HEY! *smiles and scoops her up* Merry Christmas. *hands her a small box of chocolates before mumbling* Hide this from your sister. *playfully glances at Azalea*


Clyde: NEVEEER! *dries his hands before dumping the whole box of spaghetti into the water pot anyway*

Azalea: *gave Raymond a briefly exasperated glance though grinned innocently* “Me? Steal chocolates? NEVER.“

Hyacinthe: *grinned broadly and quickly nodded.* “Thank,” *said quickly before violently tearing open the box of chocolates, giving Azalea a wary pout as if she might actually try and steal the chocolates*

 

[explosiveKitten]

Angie: *snorts* alright, now for the most important job of all- turning all this ground beef... into meatballs. *grabs a small handful of the meat, rolls it into a ball and places it on the cutting board she’s used previously* Now, if you could just turn that entire bowl into a whole bunch of meatballs around that size, I’ll throw together some kind of salad for-

Azalea: “No thanks to YOU.”



Violet: *walks into the kitchen, holding the infant that was Hale, who nommed on a strand of Violets hair.* “Why...why are you cooking? Is Azalea making you cook?” *sets Hale down on the floor, walking around the kitchen to assess the damage.*

Hale: *crawls around the kitchen floor and proceeds to attempt to chew on Angie’s ankle.*

Angie: Well, I’m a firm believer of eating something home-cooked on Christmas, and I’m pretty sure Azalea was about to order pizza, so I just kinda took over, I hope you don't mind? *she looks down at the small child attempting to gum her ankle and looks like she’s about to reach down to pick up said child, when she remembered that her hands are covered in raw meat* ... hm. Now what do I do with you?

 

[Blackrose7]

Annabel: "How is this my fault, and I also made backup food for Christmas. I knew that you guys weren't going to be able to do it so I just did that."

 

[Xanto]

Azalea: “No thanks to YOU.”



Violet: *walks into the kitchen, holding the infant that was Hale, who nommed on a strand of Violets hair.* “Why...why are you cooking? Is Azalea making you cook?” *sets Hale down on the floor, walking around the kitchen to assess the damage.*

Hale: *crawls around the kitchen floor and proceeds to attempt to chew on Angie’s ankle.*



Azalea: *gave Raymond a briefly exasperated glance though grinned innocently* “Me? Steal chocolates? NEVER.“

Hyacinthe: *grinned broadly and quickly nodded.* “Thank,” *said quickly before violently tearing open the box of chocolates, giving Azalea a wary pout as if she might actually try and steal the chocolates*

Raymond: *laughs a bit and focuses back on Azalea* So . . any other plans tonight? *puts Hyacinthe down* Ya know, aside from the cooking competition?

Angie: *snorts* alright, now for the most important job of all- turning all this ground beef... into meatballs. *grabs a small handful of the meat, rolls it into a ball and places it on the cutting board she’s used previously* Now, if you could just turn that entire bowl into a whole bunch of meatballs around that size, I’ll throw together some kind of salad for-

Angie: Well, I’m a firm believer of eating something home-cooked on Christmas, and I’m pretty sure Azalea was about to order pizza, so I just kinda took over, I hope you don't mind? *she looks down at the small child attempting to gum her ankle and looks like she’s about to reach down to pick up said child, when she remember she that her hands are covered in raw meat* ... hm. Now what do I do with you?

Clyde: Aaah! He's eating you alive! *hops down his stool and points at the baby with a spatula* You there! HALT!

 

[explosiveKitten]

Me: *sees Clyde day; “You there! Halt!”*
*immediately hears “STOP! You have violated the law!” in my head and has to stop for a second*

Angie: Clyde, meatballs, kid.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Angie: *snorts* alright, now for the most important job of all- turning all this ground beef... into meatballs. *grabs a small handful of the meat, rolls it into a ball and places it on the cutting board she’s used previously* Now, if you could just turn that entire bowl into a whole bunch of meatballs around that size, I’ll throw together some kind of salad for-

Angie: Well, I’m a firm believer of eating something home-cooked on Christmas, and I’m pretty sure Azalea was about to order pizza, so I just kinda took over, I hope you don't mind? *she looks down at the small child attempting to gum her ankle and looks like she’s about to reach down to pick up said child, when she remembered that her hands are covered in raw meat* ... hm. Now what do I do with you?

Violet: “Pffft. Nah. Sorry Azalea’s such a rotten cook.”

Azalea: *calls over* “Arses!”

Raymond: *laughs a bit and focuses back on Azalea* So . . any other plans tonight? *puts Hyacinthe down* Ya know, aside from the cooking competition?


Clyde: Aaah! He's eating you alive! *hops down his stool and points at the baby with a spatula* You there! HALT!

Azalea: *smirked* “Me and Vi got—“ *pausing to reach down and snatch on if Hyacinthe* chocolates.

Hyacinthe: *GASPED* “HEY—“

Azalea: *plopped the chocolate in her mouth, continuing with a impish smirk.* “Presents to wrap for the wee chit.”

Hale: *stops his chewing and glances up at the spatula, blinking with wide, confused stupid eyes before his small pudgy hands reached out to grasp and chew on the spatula*

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Me: *sees Clyde day; “You there! Halt!”*
*immediately hears “STOP! You have violated the law!” in my head and has to stop for a second*

Angie: Clyde, meatballs, kid.

 

[explosiveKitten]

 

[Xanto]

Me: *sees Clyde day; “You there! Halt!”*
*immediately hears “STOP! You have violated the law!” in my head and has to stop for a second*

Angie: Clyde, meatballs, kid.

Clyde: *looks up at Angie* I'm trying to save your life!

Violet: “Pffft. Nah. Sorry Azalea’s such a rotten cook.”

Azalea: *calls over* “Arses!”




Azalea: *smirked* “Me and Vi got—“ *pausing to reach down and snatch on if Hyacinthe* chocolates.

Hyacinthe: *GASPED* “HEY—“

Azalea: *plopped the chocolate in her mouth, continuing with a impish smirk.* “Presents to wrap for the wee chit.”

Hale: *stops his chewing and glances up at the spatula, blinking with wide, confused stupid eyes before his small pudgy hands reached out to grasp and chew on the spatula*

Clyde: Nooo! *lets go of the spatula* I've been disarmed! . . . *touches the baby's cheek* Pow!
Baxter: Clyde! No rough play with the baby. *walks into the kitchen*
Clyde: I only touched his cheek!
Baxter: *gives Clyde a stern look*
Clyde: *sighs* Okay, father. *climbs the stool again before helping with the meatballs*

 

[Blackrose7]

Annabel: *Left to go get the food she made at her house by using her car.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

I’m gonna do it
I’m gonna I’m gonna

POST TONIGHT

 

[Blackrose7]

Yay

 

[explosiveKitten]

I’m gonna do it
I’m gonna I’m gonna

POST TONIGHT

AAahHHHHH

Clyde: *looks up at Angie* I'm trying to save your life!


Clyde: Nooo! *lets go of the spatula* I've been disarmed! . . . *touches the baby's cheek* Pow!
Baxter: Clyde! No rough play with the baby. *walks into the kitchen*
Clyde: I only touched his cheek!
Baxter: *gives Clyde a stern look*
Clyde: *sighs* Okay, father. *climbs the stool again before helping with the meatballs*

Angie: *snickers and walks over to the sink to wash her hands*