Chocolate Lava Cakes

[sunbaked_baker]

It has been snowing all day, the minor drafts under the doors letting in faint tendrils of cold. It's enough to keep even the most enthusiastic person indoors. Or the most enthusiastic, warmth-loving person, at least. Brr.

In her meandering search for something to do this afternoon, Rae had found Dr. Lecter in the kitchens. Sitting up on one of the high kitchen stools and swinging her feet, the ten-year-old had told him all about making sleds with the others, and had shown off her sled-making badge (sewn on slightly crooked, but thoroughly attached) with pride. She was sure there were badges to be gotten for cooking, too. Trying new and unusual foods, and cooking dishes from other worlds, probably. But to get credit for the badge, there had to be proof that it'd been done.

So an idea was suggested. And heartily agreed to.

~*~*~*~

Some time later, Dr. Hannibal Lecter and the ten-year-old Rae Seddon emerge from the kitchen with a tray of small, dark-chocolate cakes, a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of whipped cream, and set their things at a centrally-located bar room table.


(ooc: The chocolate lava cakes are for everybody who'd like one; please say in your tag if you want it from Rae or from Hannibal, or both! Otherwise, you might get either. :D)

(Warnings for minor scariness and a scared minor.)

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[girlwithout]

[oom: "Things will go much more smoothly for you if you would just... communicate."
"I am communicating. My disgust."
heavy content warning for explicit torture of a minor]

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[sunbaked_baker]

A few moments after a terrified shriek split the relative quiet of the bar, a small figure flees through the back door and out into the snowy evening.

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[herr_bookman]

Fourteen hours ago, a boy stumbled groggily to the downstairs couch.

This afternoon finds Autor fast asleep and snoring a little. He slept fitfully during the day, with his uniform and shoes still on and his glasses knocked askew.

He'll be easily woken--and quite tousled--now.

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[bleakmidwinter]

Lately, Caitlin's duties at STAR Labs have primarily consisted of maintaining the main facility, helping Dr. Wells shut down any locations no longer needed (or wanted, such as the warehouse in Starling City), and monitoring their coma patient. She still manages to be the last person to leave the building some nights, as is the case tonight. It's not always that she's busy so much as that she's not ready to go home and sleep alone in an empty bed.

She's just finished doublechecking that the facility is shut down for the night when she opens the door leading to the parking garage and finds herself stepping into - a bar.

Her eyes narrow and she glances behind her. STAR Labs is still in full view, it's just that what's ahead of her isn't... right. She steps back through the door and into Milliways a few times before finally letting the door shut. "I'm dreaming." It's the only thing that makes sense.

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After the basics have been explained to her, Caitlin will be found sitting at a table, still looking more than slightly shell-shocked and lost.

tiny tag: Caitlin Snow

[ooc: Only the first thread for full welcome to Milliways explanations, please! ♥]