emelie
First Lieutenant
"Who the hell is responsible for this fiasco!!"
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Post by emelie on Nov 14, 2007 22:35:04 GMT -6
Turkey, automail,, miniskirts, cats, red stones and alchemy. It's a Full Metal Thanksgiving. All the characters gathering at the Hughes for Thanksgiving. All the characters know each other. Let the craziness began.
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Post by Envy on Nov 15, 2007 11:02:35 GMT -6
((Fine, I'l just make this crazy))
Envy was standing in the kitchen, the apron tied around him, wearing heat-proof gloves, was standing above the oven, pulling a roasted turkey out. He smelled it, smiling widely. *Now that is going to be good,* he said to himself. *But it's not yet finished.* He took it out, putting more water in and a bit of some new exotic spice. Then he returned the turkey back into the oven. *This will be the best Thanksgiving ever!*
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emelie
First Lieutenant
"Who the hell is responsible for this fiasco!!"
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Post by emelie on Nov 15, 2007 16:44:55 GMT -6
Wrath walked up to Envy's side. He sniffed the air and scrunched up his noise in disgust. "Something smells funny. Just what exactly are you doing in here?"
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Post by chess on Nov 16, 2007 6:52:09 GMT -6
Havoc was sitting watching the SuperBowl, but the sweet smell of the turkey came in from the kitchen, Havoc had to see this turkey with his own eyes. He got up from his seat and walked into the kitchen. 'Something smells soooooooooo good!' he said trying to stop him self drooling
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Post by sweetdaddymustang on Nov 17, 2007 0:32:20 GMT -6
(umm..the superbowl isnt on thanksgiving, sorry Havoc)
Mustang just sat in the lounge chair, watching Football. He also smelled the turkey in the oven. "I love turkey and football, but I hate the people I'm with. Why can't I just have a day like this to my self" he mumbled.
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Post by AG on Nov 17, 2007 11:46:25 GMT -6
Ed walked in, late, with the cranberries. "Brought my part of the meal!" He said cheerfully. He loved this holiday! He got to eat until he could not eat anymore without a care in the world. He put down the cranberries and sat next to Havoc, "Who's winning...who's...playing..." He asked. Ed wasn't much of a football fan, but he knew the others liked it.
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Post by dante on Nov 17, 2007 11:53:18 GMT -6
Dante was in the kitchen, rummaging through a cupboard for ingredients. The reason was simple enough: She, the Shepherd of Sins herself, was baking an absolutely mouth-watering chocolate cream pie.
Although she considered herself too important to help cook food for for a bunch of worthless insects, it was a chance for her to separate herself from the idiots in the other room - especially that disturbing idiot trying to show everyone pictures of his daughter. Keeping herself occupied would definitely save her loads of stress.
Having had over four hundred years of practice, she was an excellent cook. Dante considered her famous chocolate cream pie her best dish - something the many students she fed and sheltered over her long life could attest to - that is, if they weren't taken over by their former teacher.
"Wrath, would you be a dear and get me a carton of milk from the fridge?" the black-haired woman asked, glancing over her shoulder as she pulled a bag of flour from the cupboard.
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Post by Scar on Nov 17, 2007 12:48:23 GMT -6
Scar was in the kitchen as well, with an apron on, making mashed potatoes. Scar hated mashed potatoes, but they were part of the meal. And so, there he was, peeling the potatoes and tossing them into a bowl. With the first part of his task complete, Scar picked up a wooden spoon and began mashing up the potatoes. It was odd. Here he was, an Ishballan Warrior Priest, in a house full of military dogs, in a kitchen full of humunculus, making mashed potatoes. Ahh well. "I would appreciate a carton of milk as well." he called as he added butter to the mush.
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emelie
First Lieutenant
"Who the hell is responsible for this fiasco!!"
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Post by emelie on Nov 17, 2007 13:09:05 GMT -6
Wrath sighed with an eye roll. "Sure." He hated feeling like a servant but he knew he had to do it. He went into fridge and grabbed the two cartons of milk and handed it to them. He then slipped out of the kitchen so he wouldn't be assigned anything else. He went into the living room and plopped himself down next to Ed. "I wanna watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I hate football." He said in a whiny voice.
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Post by dante on Nov 17, 2007 21:39:37 GMT -6
Taking a carton of milk from Wrath, she placed it on the counter top along with the other ingredients. She perused over the items laid out before her, making sure everything was accounted for. Eggs, flour, milk, chocolate mix, whipped cream, cherries - it was all there. The pie crust had been purchased beforehand and was nearby, so that was something she needn't concern herself with. Now that she was sure she had everything she needed, it was time to get baking!
After tying a frilly white apron around her usual maroon dress, Dante meticulously poured the milk into a pitcher and the flour into a measuring cup, being sure to get the measurements just right, and poured them both into the large wooden bowl. Once all the necessary ingredients were in the bowl, she began carefully stirring them into a dark brown custard. Her need for utmost exactness and precision while cooking probably stemmed from her hundreds of years of practicing alchemy - a quality that probably made the pie that much better.
Dante frowned softly, realizing that the one pie she was making would by no means be able to nourish an entire house full of people. Wait, why did she even care? This was her pie, and she didn't have to share it with anyone if she didn't want to. After all, wasn't the leader of the Homunculi entitled to her own chocolate pie? Of course, that would put some unwanted weight on her, so she certainly wasn't going to have it all herself.
So who was she going to share it with? She'd get a piece (the largest, obviously - maybe even two), as would each of her minions. Anyone with half a brain could tell that Gluttony would want seconds. Who else would get a slice? Perhaps Wrath's little girlfriend; he'd undoubtedly be upset if she didn't get a piece. And her parents would be entitled to a piece, as well, seeing as how they were providing her with the ingredients from their own fridge. And everyone else - they could go screw themselves for all she cared.
How many pieces did that come out to? Over ten...
Dante glanced down at the small pie before her, then muttered something nasty under her breath. She'd have to make another. Just perfect!
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Post by Scar on Nov 18, 2007 16:52:02 GMT -6
Scar nodded his thanks to the little sin as he took the carton of milk. He frowned as he poured out the creamy white liquid into a measuring cup. Such a waste of good milk to go into such a horrible dish. But still, he knew it had to be done. With the proper measurements, the Ishballan priest poured the milk into the bowl of mash potatoes and butter, and picked up his spoon to resume mashing them.
Once sure that everything was well mixed, Scar set the bowl in the nearby mixer, and turned it on. As he waited, Scar looked around the kitchen. The blasphemous alchemist and the sin were all he saw. Good. No sign of that military dog, Hughes. The last thing he wanted to do was suffer listening to that madman talk about his little girl.
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Post by Envy on Nov 19, 2007 12:07:44 GMT -6
ENVY
He kept on singing, being in a supremely good mood. He smiled at entire kitchen, as he prapared the dishes. Everything was so fantastic. None could spoil this wonderful evening. After few minutes of waiting he pulled the turkey out of oven again, smeeling, and glancing over it. *Perfect,* he said to himself. *Just perfect.*
*Scar-san, are the potatoes ready?* he told the Isbalian. *And Dante, what about your pie? The house is hungry, you know?* he laughed and carved the turkey, singing that horible song again.
GREEDO
He strolled around the house, looking into every corner. *Nicely they live, that's true.* he took a photograph of Elysia-chan, and observed it carefully. *Not really a good photo,* he murmured. *It would have been better in black and white. That was some lousy photographer.*
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Post by AG on Nov 21, 2007 13:00:59 GMT -6
Ed grew hungry. "When's dinner gonna be ready?" He yelled into the kitchen from the couch. "I am getting really hungry!"
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Post by Envy on Nov 21, 2007 14:44:41 GMT -6
Envy's head apeared in the kitchen door. *Edward, I see you are really bored, so I have a special mission for you.* he grined at him. *Come to your older brother, he has something for you.
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Post by AG on Nov 21, 2007 15:02:45 GMT -6
Ed glared at Envy, "You know I hate when you call yourself my older brother...you are not my brother!" He exclaimed in denial.
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Post by Envy on Nov 21, 2007 15:18:10 GMT -6
*Edward! You break my heart!* said Envy pretending to weep. *How could you say such a thing? Don't you love me at all? We should forget all disputes. And by the way, I need somebody to chop the vegetables for a salad.*
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Post by Scar on Nov 21, 2007 15:28:13 GMT -6
Scar sighed. "Envy, Edward, heres some advice." He called, not once looking away from his work. "SHUT UP!" He did NOT want to hear the two of them arguing, especially today.
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Post by chess on Nov 21, 2007 16:11:40 GMT -6
(lol ya can tell im not american! lol)
Havoc was now just staring at the tv, the novelty of all this running up and down was boring him to death. He was starving aswell, 'I just want some Turkey' he thought to himself. 'Urghh' he groaned, 'Whens dinner ready???' he moaned
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Post by dante on Nov 21, 2007 17:02:36 GMT -6
"The pie will be done momentarily, dear," she replied dryly, quite annoyed about having to make another pie. "And I needn't remind you that both this pie and the other one I'll be making are only for you and your siblings to eat. No disgusting humans are worthy of enjoying my cooking."
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Post by AG on Nov 25, 2007 15:16:56 GMT -6
Ed looked at Havoc, "I asked the same thing with no answer...what makes you think you will get an answer?" He snapped hungrily at Havoc.
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