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Post by danishweasel on Jan 21, 2008 19:10:42 GMT -5
"Well, they're not Corvies or at least don't think like a Corvie. I have to wonder if these people giving the funny looks even question what 'normal' really is."
While Rocky's words eased her concerns slightly, she didn't know too many people who would be interested in reworking a society's structure from scratch or the short period of anarchy that would ensue because of the initial parts of said reworking.
"That might be, but are they the kind of people who would give a sympathetic look at a passing Ace as they were kicked to the curb or are they the kind of people willing to take a risk?"
Ataxia bit at her tongue. There was no reason to have such negativity, not around friends. Thankfully, it looked like Rocky was thinking the same thing. While the offer was certainly tempting (paws made dish duty tricky), it didn't feel right having a guest do the dishes. Then again, if he felt like he needed to do something...
"Sure, I guess. If ya want. You don't have to, though. Thanks!"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 21, 2008 22:35:00 GMT -5
"People have tried, I'm sure. History is only backstairs gossip after all." Rocky shook his head in dismay. If history was exactly as it was written down in all the books, he was sure life would be a lot simpler. Cards could learn from their mistakes and all of that. However, it wasn't so. "Even if someone was to change society, their name might simply be lost in the history books because someone changed it back. That's the problem."
Rocky took his empty coffee mug and looked around briefly. Did she have an specific sink she wanted them cleaned in? Some people had sinks specifically for chemicals, did she? It couldn't hurt to ask. "Uh, well. Is there any specific place you want me to wash them in? Some people are really particular about that. Since I've never washed your dishes I don't know if you are."
Wow did he feel silly.
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Post by Kiki on Jan 22, 2008 8:20:07 GMT -5
Danishweasel and Kari receive 16 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by danishweasel on Jan 29, 2008 18:38:52 GMT -5
"Very true. There's a reason for 'story' being part of the word."
Ataxia hadn't really thought of researching Card history so deeply. This was most likely because of her focus on the scientific side of it. It was possible that there might be gaps or awkward transitions from one event to the other that might hint towards some editing and fabricating some of the points of history...Though for that, she would probably need someone more specialized in the field. Something to consider. She would have to make a mental note.
Her ears perked up again, her train of thought derailed as Rocky questioned about the proper sink for washing dishes. A good question, all things considered, especially with the work that Xia did. Cross-contamination was definitely an issue which was why she always ate and drank upstairs.
"Oh, the sinks up here are safe. All the real disease work is done downstairs."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 29, 2008 22:20:17 GMT -5
That was somehow a very small comfort for the raccoon. Either way he shook his head and wandered over to a sink. He stared at it for a moment. "Where's your dish soap and steal wool?" Rocky asked with a head tilt. Obviously he had spent too much time with his mother cleaning dishes as a kid. The concept of not cleaning them without scrubbing them until they shined never occurred to him. He couldn't see a sponge around either (those horribly nasty things. Gah. Talk about disease carrying monstrosities).
He felt quite silly asking Ataxia where they were, but it wasn't like he automatically knew where things were in other people's houses. Even if Rocky couldn't cook worth beans he actually liked keeping his kitchen looking pretty. He rolled his eyes at the thought that popped in his head, he was his mother's child after all.
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Post by danishweasel on Jan 30, 2008 17:39:00 GMT -5
Ataxia smacked her forehead mentally. She hadn't thought about that. It's not like Rocky would know where to find her cleaning instruments. Padding towards the sink, she pulled open the cabinet door underneath and after a bit of rummaging, pulled out what looked like a long-handled scrub brush crossed with a holey vice. Gripped in the vice section was a small brick of soap that, with a crank or two, would push the soap through the holes to mingle with the bristles. Xia dropped it onto the counter before moving over to the coffee filter stand.
"Just give it a crank if it doesn't suds up under the water after a second or two. I'll work on cleaning up the coffee dregs."
Propping herself on her hind legs, she steadied herself and gripped the edges of the cheesecloth with her teeth, making sure to get a good hold on it before tilting her head up to lift the filter out of the stand and headed towards the trash and dropped it in.
"Thanks again for the help. I really appreciate it."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 30, 2008 23:11:50 GMT -5
Well that was a nifty invention. The raccoon shrugged as he turned the water on, using the scrub brush with little eventfulness. It was, after all, nothing but a bit of mindless scrubbing. Rocky yawned. Obviously the caffeine had very little effect on him... somehow. Usually he would be wired at this point, perhaps he had built up a tolerance from all that highly caffeinated green tea? He really couldn't know one way or the other.
He shook his head as he grabbed a towel to dry the dishes properly. After making doubly sure they were dry, he placed them on the counter top. "Do you want to air dry these to make sure, or do you want me to just stack them in their proper places?"
Maybe if they got to be better friends he could buy her a tea set or coffee mugs or something. These glasses just didn't seem to do her any justice besides holding liquid.
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Post by danishweasel on Jan 31, 2008 19:17:09 GMT -5
While Rocky worked with the dishes, she nabbed a spare cloth to clean up the counter space. No matter how careful she was with the coffee pot, there always happened to be little drips here and there from pouring or just having the cheesecloth leak a bit while there wasn't a cup to catch the spare drops.
She looked up at Rocky, watching to make sure the scrubber was working properly. A yawn escaped her and she rubbed her eyes with a forepaw. Blasted yawns...Propping the cloth on a cabinet hanger, she looked up to answer Rocky's question.
"No need to put them away. I might need some more coffee later on, so..."
It probably wasn't a good idea for her to have any more caffeine that night, but seeing that she still had that disaster downstairs to deal with, she might have to go against her general logic just this once...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 1, 2008 18:26:04 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should get something stronger than coffee if you plan to stay up so late? There are plenty of teas and such that have twice the caffeine coffee has," Rocky said as he set the dishes down next to the sink. He carefully dried off the soap-scrub brush, and put it back in its proper place. There, everything was squeaky clean.
"You could try those... chocolate covered coffee beans if you really need a pick me up. I have a whole package of them at my house. You have one and you're up for 72 hours straight without blinking. It's pretty unhealthy, and frankly--" The raccoon paused dramatically.
"You scare a lot of people off if you're happy and bouncing around after so little sleep. I don't do it often, but it's fun to hear stories of how happy I get when I'm on a caffeine high. That is why I just learned to live with five hours of sleep." She shrugged. What else could he say if he didn't have a yawn in him.
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Post by danishweasel on Feb 5, 2008 21:49:04 GMT -5
"I probably should get a stash of high caffeinated somethings for nights like these. As unhealthy as they are, it gets the priorities done. Physical necessities like sleep can wait until later. Besides, some of the best conversations and realizations can come around with sleep deprivation."
She had plenty of conversations like those, though they were often to herself, though she directed them at the banders in the lab who couldn't understand a thing she was saying, but pretended that they could at least get the point across in some way, shape, or form. Though they often led to ramblings about the most random of subjects, and while interesting and intriguing at the time, often ran to such lengths that the initial purpose had far rambled off the track into the woods, probably the Tulgey Woods, where the idea was quickly lost to the depths, never to return...What were they talking about again...? Right, sleep deprivation.
"Without caffeine, I tend to get lost in my thoughts after too long. While the topics are usually good enough, it's not the best for the non-Corvie guests..."
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