Community Board Notice

[basic_powers]

There's a new notice set up on the board this afternoon, and someone lurking above it in the rafters.

Adult Assistance Required in Kitchen
Requirements: -Adult must have working knowledge of ovens
-Previous experience in dealing with children preferred

Job requires one adult help 10-year old with baking cupcakes for upcoming holiday. Pay is $30 for entire event, or equivilant in local currency paid into Adult's bar tab.

Those interested either ping practicalPowered on T-minus,
or look for the kid in the blue hoodie in the rafters.

If someone doesn't answer this advertisement, he'll just have to find a different way to getting those cupcakes done.

Comments

[fantastictrix]

Baking!

Cupcakes.

Trixie stands in front of the sign trying to figure out what a broken knowledge of ovens is. Maybe she has one and just doesn't know.

[basic_powers]

...Oh hey that weird unicorn Trixie is checking out his advertisement.

The fun thing about lurking in the rafters is just how few people ever look up, even with the notice telling them to do so.

[fantastictrix]

It's too bad it isn't knowledge of working ovens. If it doesn't get hot or it catches fire, it's broken. But is working knowledge something only bakers have? Or is it someone anyone has who has worked an oven? Or is it only if you fix an oven? What are the odds of looking stupid in a conversation about this?

And what kind of cupcakes? Most importantly, what kind of frosting?

[basic_powers]

Chocolate mint with vanilla frosting.

Nothing too fancy, like raspberry with violet flavored frosting

And the odds are pretty slim.

"Hi."

Unless you've been caught watching the poster for some few minutes.

[fantastictrix]

Trixie gives a little bounce on her hooves, then levitates her hat to the side so she can look up without the brim of her hat in the way. "Oh, hello again."

Nonsense! She has merely been considering what a pittance thirty dollars is for someone of her talents.

[basic_powers]

"You looking to help me bake cupcakes?"

Tyler just settles with elbows on his knees, head in hands looking down at Trixie. Blue hoodie, check, little boy, check, yeah he's the one who put up the sign.

[fantastictrix]

"Trixie might be induced to give her touch to a batch or two," Trixie considers.

[basic_powers]

..you know what, he's got two days to make cupcakes for Mike and he doesn't much care about the company's personality.

"You know how to use an oven then?" Tyler's already climbing down from his spot in the rafters.

[fantastictrix]

"A good oven," Trixie assures him, whisking her tail.

[basic_powers]

"Okay then, we're gonna make chocolate mint cupcakes first, and if there's time after that, some vanilla raspberry ones." Tyler announces with a thump. "You'll get some cupcakes and cash for helping me out. I'm not allowed to use an oven without someone older supervising me."

[fantastictrix]

Trixie is too mature and dignified to ever make a dash for the kitchen like an excited filly. There's just an excited little doubletap of her hooves as she turns to lead the way to the kitchen.

(What pony cannot be excited about making cute little cake-things?)

"Why are you making them?" And it sounds like he has a recipe!

[basic_powers]

"My friend Mike's birthday is coming up, and he's been stuck in the Infirmary for a while." Tyler replies, jogging in and taking out the recipe cards, looking for the cupcake pans and paper liners. "So I thought having a bunch of cupcakes would cheer up him a bit."

[fantastictrix]

Trixie puts her hat aside. "What a nice thought!" There may be a trace of a condescending note to it, but not much of one. How often do ponies lie about cupcakes? She magically opens the oven door to check inside. Yes, this looks like she expected, good.

Let's see. What else. Mixing bowls and spatulas and where are the cupcake tins? Oh, he found them. Trixie wends around him to look over his shoulder at the cards. What to set the oven to?

[crabbycustomer]

It's an unfamiliar screen name (chirurGeneralist) that address Tyler, but... familiar, at the same time.

cg: you seriously can't pop some grubload into a bakeoven without a bigger human standing by?
cg: just in case....
cg: what?
cg: something catches on fire?
cg: and then if the kitchen is assaulted by aliens you will protect the adult?

[basic_powers]

PP:Because I'm not allowed to set anyone on fire with an easy bake oven again.
PP: And those easy bake ovens are crap for making decent cupcakes.

[crabbycustomer]

CG: WHY ARE YOU BAKING CUPCAKES ANYWAY?

[basic_powers]

PP: Mike, one of the co-bartenders, has his birthday on a day known for pranking.
PP: The cupcakes are part of the prank.
PP: I need a couple of days to make the rest of it work.
PP: What's with the name change?

[crabbycustomer]

cg: oh man, birthdays *AND* pranks
cg: i cannot imagine two things more likely to make me checkout of a conversation in the dead of night like a sleazy transactional dwellstem.
cg: you should meet john egbert, he cannot shut up about those two things i mentioned
cg: wait he fucking hates baking, though
cg: why am i talking about that shithead egbert anyway?

[basic_powers]

PP: I don't know and I am not asking.
PP: And doing nothing but pranks is just stupid and boring.
PP: Nice dodge of the earlier question.

[crabbycustomer]

cg: doing anything but not pranks is a ridiculous waste of time
cg: wait let me check the syntax does that check out?
cg: It might be better with a dash. not-pranks.

[basic_powers]

PP: Okay then
PP: Anyways, going to make two kinds, maybe make more depending on how much supervision is recieved.
PP: And Supervisors do get free cupcakes

[crabbycustomer]

cg: i'm not an adult, shithead
cg: i am like one sweep older than you

[basic_powers]

PP: How long is a Sweep in human terms?

[crabbycustomer]

CG: beats the hell out of me
cg: how long is one of your human years in troll terms?

[basic_powers]

PP: 365 days, 24 hours to a day, 60 minutes to an hour, 60 seconds to a minute and whittled down any further and it starts getting into the base-ten terms.