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[runningred]

OOM: We need to talk about Jason.

Red Robin and Squire have a long talk about that happened in the arena that night. About what happened to Jay.

{ooc: minor warnings for passing mentions of last OOM's violence.}



Meanwhile, Jay has his own system with his new T-minus. Chilling on a houseboat in Cambodia, he opens a chat to Milliways.

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SC: Line open.


{ooc: begging slowtime.}

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[runningred]

CS: hey! My cooking's not that bad.
CS: but seriously, laying low on a friend's houseboat in Cambodia.
CS: turns out I'm pretty handy with a fishing spear.
CS: pity you're a vego or I'd bring you something.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: A houseboat sounds nice and peaceful. Like a good place to lay low, catch some sun, and give whatever's been riled up a chance to settle. I'm almost jealous.
SS: You don't need to bring me anything, you know.
SS: If you wanted to bring me something, I wouldn't say no to a local recipe or spices. I doubt I could find Cambodia on a map, even if countries in our worlds shared names.

[runningred]

CS: had to make a quick exit from England.
CS: got my face seen by witnessed.
CS: not that I think the police are going to believe what they saw.
CS: welcome to come hang out, you know.
CS: spices I can do. Been training with one of the local villages.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: I'm terribly tempted.

And she is. Some time away from the surprisingly cramped universe of Milliways, without any pressure, without the front door waiting for her to no longer be a coward...

SS: I'll bring cinnamon rolls.

[runningred]

CS: Come on, Dread Baker.
CS: how long since you took a holiday?
CS: besides, you'd like it here.
CS: hot and sunny.
CS: hit me up when you finished baking and I'll open a door.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: You're a bad influence, you know that?
SS: I really appreciate your bad influence, though.
SS: Cinnamon rolls'll be out in fifteen minutes, then iced and ready in another fifteen.

She can use that first fifteen minutes or so to go change clothes, just in case swimming is an option.

[runningred]

CS: I live to tempt :)
CS: see you in half hour then.
CS: bring bathers.


Jay looks critically around the little boat and starts tidying up. There are a few too many weapons laying around.

[sunbaked_baker]

SS: Like I'd forget! :D

Rae grins at the T-Minus before setting it down to let it finish its feeding.

After taking a moment to check on the cinnamon rolls in the ovens, Rae slips off her apron and heads upstairs to change. She comes down in pink flip-flops and her blue wave-patterned bathing suit with a sheer, light blue wrap on over it. Sunshine hasn't added to her collection of scars in some time, but sometimes it's still hard for her not to be self-conscious about them.

Soon the cinnamon rolls are out of the oven and have cooled enough to be iced. Soon the gooey icing has been drizzled thickly into cinnamon-sugary crevasses and over warm doughy spirals, and all is ready. Rae puts four of the cinnamon rolls on a large plate and covers them, setting the plate aside. She sets another cinnamon roll on a smaller plate, then goes out to the bar room to leave the plate and the tray with the Bar. A quick notice left on the Specials board will let people know that Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head are available by direct purchase from the Bar, while they last.

Lastly, Rae asks the Bar to make sure Autor gets the cinnamon roll on the plate, should he come by while she is out.

And... that seems to take care of everything.

SS: Ready when you are, Pixie Boots!

[runningred]

Jay opens the door with a blast of steamy air. And grins as he inhales the smell of cinnamon.

He nods to the door. "Well, come on."