Dossier Two

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta, thanks to Hei showing her the kitchen, has decided to try and cook. She is not a very good cook. In fact, she is a very bad cook. BUT THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM TRYING. Currently she is standing on the counter and trying to get a particular pan out from under a bunch of other ones. Doing it carefully isn't working, so SUPERHUMAN WRENCH OF POWAH is a go.

Of course, this sends her off balance and pinwheeling backwards off the counter with pots and pans falling down around her. SHOULD YOU WISH TO BRAVE THE METAL SHOWER, FEEL FREE TO CATCH HER. Or not. :|

Also, I should have mentioned, thanks to her modifications she is substantially heavier than a normal girl of her size. |D ]

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[contract_star]

[Hei has time to mentally go "Oh my god wry" before he makes an EPIC CATCH and covers her to keep the pans from hitting her.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[CAUGHT'D. She gives him a wide-eyed look.] S-Signore Hei, are you all right?!

[mercwamouth]

ACK, NM, HEI BEAT ME TO IT!!!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[WE SHALL SAY SHE WAS GRABBING SOMETHING ELSE. She looks up at Deadpool in surprise.] Um. There's a judge here?

[mercwamouth]

There are always judges, sweetheart. And in this case, they loved me.

...They say you could use some work, though. What are you trying to make?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blushing in teh shaaames.] Chicken Enchiladas Verdes.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Doesn't so much catch as he does make sure she doesn't get seriously hurt] Careful, now.

[mercwamouth]

Sounds fantastic. How long till done, assuming you don't knock yourself out first?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Signore Mu.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. It's not supposed to take more than an hour.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Look out! [Tries to catch her but ends up tripping and falling flat on his face, with a pan falling on his head for good measure.] Owwww...

[lamb_of_gold]

No need to apologize. Heavens knows, this isn't the worst mess I've seen a child get themselves into. You're unharmed?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, signore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Falling on him, lawl.] Oh, Signore Cavallone, I'm so sorry!

[mercwamouth]

Well then call me your official taste tester. I'm starved and I just ran out of expired Hot Pockets.

...

Hooot Pockeeets!

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

It's all right, it's my fault for tripping like that. Are you okay?

[contract_star]

[Owwie, pots and pans hurt.] I'm fine. What about you?

[lamb_of_gold]

Good. [Picks up a few pots] What were you up to?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes, signore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I was... trying to cook something.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....has never heard of Hot Pockets.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, signore. [askdjalksjd SHE GOT HER HANDLER HURT. Only... he's not her handler. But... BLARGH. She rubs her head.]

[mercwamouth]

So are you like the chef here or something? Guess I wouldn't put it past this place to use child labor...

[contract_star]

[Rubs at his shoulder, which has become the victim of a cast iron skillet.] You know, you...don't have to call me signore or sir or anything. Just Hei is fine.

[mercwamouth]

...So's the food ready yet?