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Random Scenario Meme: Cooking with Holly!!

[yankovic]

[Japanese food is terrible. It's weird, it smells funny, and the proportions are ridiculously small. For Joseph Joestar, this goes without saying. And he'll be damned if he lets his daughter eat raw fish eggs and rice and seaweed and whatever the heck else Japanese people eat for the rest of her life.

That and, well, as Joseph rooted around in Holly's kitchen, he really did want to give her a taste of home. Genuinely. But seriously, honey. Sweetie pie. Baby girl. How do you expect to eat in a country where soy sauce was the only good thing they ever invented?! They didn't, fyi.

A few plastic bags sit on the table alongside a skillet and a pile of cooking utensils inside it. They're just going to... stay there for now, because Joseph can't find anything in this goddamn kitchen. He mutters some choice curses and opens the cupboards above the sink.]

Nnn, son of a...

[So. Hey, Holly. Papa's on the brink of making a mess.]

[unberryble]

[ Not just on the brink, he's already there. She can't bring herself to mind, looking a little amuse with her hand pressed to her cheek and her other hand pressed protectively to her stomach. It's still amazing to think that she really was pregnant; here she was, carrying Sadao and her's child. They wouldn't be able to know if it was a girl or a boy for a while yet, but in her heart of hearts, she suspects she's carrying her son. ]

Daddy, you're making a mess of things. What are you looking for?

[ Note that she doesn't move to help. She in fact stays where she is in the doorway, watching her father and truly not getting in the way. He loves to fuss, and she doesn't mind being fussed over, if she'll tease him for fussing too much. It's not that big a deal... he's so silly sometimes! ]

[yankovic]

[Which is exactly the problem! For his only daughter, Joseph would have cooked for her no problem. He remembers all those years ago when she was six years old; when two eggs, sunny-side up, and some bacon in the shape of a happy face never failed to make her giggle. Now his baby was having a baby. And she's eating for two and the thought of it was going to get him emotional all over again and!!!!!!

Joseph whirls around near-immediately at Holly's voice, looking a lot like a deer caught in the headlights. How long had she been standing there?!

Welp. He grins sheepishly and scratches at the back of his head.]

Eheh heh heh, well...

[Actually, you know what? Forget it. He's going to play this off smooth. Shutting the cupboard doors, he walks up to Holly and gently lays his hands on her arms.]

Holly! What was your absolute favorite thing to eat back home? You remember, right?

[He already knows, of course, he just wants to hear her say it out loud.]

[unberryble]

[ Except she is a clever fox of a daughter, and she knows her father's resistance to all things about the new culture she's immersed herself in. It's touching that he wants to do so much for her. There's a warm familiarity in watching him move around the kitchen, a sort of well-humored resignation to how things will probably all go back in the wrong places, but with gusto, and out of love.

Her father wears his emotions in the open. It's always been that way - a presence to bask in, and to degrees, one she's sought the opposite in with her husband and the quiet affection that they share. She enjoys the contrast. She doesn't love either man more or less than the other, just differently.

Hand resting over her lower stomach, she gives her father a bright smile and gives the completely wrong answer: ]

Miso soup and natto?

[ She loves you, Joseph. That's absolutely why she's innocently supplying the very, very wrong answer. ]

[yankovic]

What - no!

[NOT HELPING, HOLLY.]

No, no, no. Food from home! None of this Japanese crap! [As she rests a hand over her stomach Joseph does the same, resting his hand over hers.] You're eating for two now, we need to feed you right.

[Internally: did I get it wrong
did I even buy the right food
SHIT]

[unberryble]

[ "Right" is a little bit relative, Daddy. ]

Daddy, this is home.

[ It's a gentle, but firm, reminder. Sadao is Japanese, and her child, far too soon to call as male or female, will be raised Japanese. That's not something she's going to compromise on, for all the challenges that may bring about as she continues to live in this country thousands of miles away from where she grew up.

She loves it, and it's never been something she's been able to make her father understand. Which is okay; but it's not a point she'll relent on. Stubbornness in their family line runs deep. ]

[yankovic]

[He is right, he is absolute. Or at least, he pretends to be. Believe him, Holly........... please..........................

For a while, Joseph is quiet. He knows that voice, he knows his daughter. He scowls somewhat at that - in a way like he wants to argue (as always), but knows he really can't.]

Your other home, then.

[Not that that would stop him from trying.]

I was going to make burgers.

[Yes, this is the big reveal. Hamburgers.]

[unberryble]

[ She'll accept both homes. Japan, and America - more important than either being the people who matter to her in both places. Her home isn't a physical place in that sense. Yet she does what she can to make this house a home, for Sadao, for herself, for her child.

For her father, if he'd let her, but the resistance to so much of what took his daughter away from where he was is something he has to wrestle with on his own. She lays a hand on his arm at this point, all smiles, softer than a moment before. She does get it.

She's just not getting steamrolled into anything unless she wants to be. ]

They make burgers here, too, did you know that? I think that's a wonderful idea.

[ She'll let you take over the kitchen and make burgers and possibly try to show him why a fried egg on top is actually a good plan. (She'll forgo mentioning raw eggs.) ]

[yankovic]

[For once, that's something they can both agree on. Joseph's annoyed although only in his typical crotchety-old-dad type of way. Meaning he'll complain, but he's a sucker for his only daughter all the same. He glances down at the hand on his arm before he sighs, exasperated, and brings his prosthetic hand over hers.]

Sure, but when's the last time you had mine?

[And with that, he suddenly grins. Joseph can make burgers, okay. He can make REALLY good burgers. Don't even talk to him about raw eggs, okay.]

Alyx Vance | Random Scenario ➟ GEN. ⑰ (Rescue!)

[glacius]

Glacius had not been looking forward to returning to earth. The first time he had encountered humanity they had taken it upon themselves to imprison him without explanation and then force him to fight for his life if he ever wanted to earn his freedom. The corporation that had been responsible for the extreme cruelty the icy alien had been subjected to--the Ultrafine Atomic Technologies Company, or simply Ultratech for short--had been hoping to prove the alien's race to be inferior. They had sorely misjudged the otherworldly being. Despite all odds he had emerged triumphant, and they were forced to honor their agreement. Glacius lived to see his homeworld again.

But his duty was not complete. Now he was honorbound to return to earth, the site of so much pain and sorrow. He had to recover what was left of his technology in order to safeguard his species and keep humanity from using it to tear themselves apart. His hope was that he would return to and run damage control before he could be discovered again, but it not to be. Upon his return the alien had encountered a numbered of oddly-armored soldiers. He didn't know who they were--they clearly weren't from Ultratech--but that wasn't important; all that matter was leading them away from his crashed ship.

So he had valiantly engaged them, forced once again to fight in order to keep others safe. He performed admirably--it was clear his opponents had never seen a being with abilities and fighting prowess like his-- but in the end there were too many of these strange soldiers; they outnumbered him, and the alien had no choice but allow them to drag him out of the arctic rims in order to keep them from discovering his ship. As they knocked him out, he heard them whispering, calling themselves "Benefactors" and a mention to something that sounded like "The Combine" before everything swirled into blackness. The alien's unconscious form was carted off to one of their fortified compounds, and when he awoke he found himself a prisoner once more.

Glacius was enraged by this all-too familiar turn of events. All he wanted was his freedom, so that he could finally complete his mission and return to his people and his homeworld once and for all. He wanted to toss himself against the cold metal walls, beat his icy white fists against them and shriek madly, damning humans for their seemingly never-ending cruelty. But he knew deep down that it would not get him anywhere. If he truly wanted to escape he would have to listen, learn, and wait... and hope that an opportunity would present itself. He could only hope that would happen sooner rather than later; he had no idea what his captors had planned for him this time, but he doubted it would be good. It was a good thing that maintaing patience and a level head came as naturally to the icy alien as breathing.

[zombinelolol]

Unfortunately, Glacius' captors weren't human. They had imprisoned humans for a lot longer than Alyx Vance could remember. Gordon was handling business from his end of the facility. Alyx covered the other.

Her job was to get the prisoners out. Breathless, she tucks her pistol in its holster as she sneaks into the control room. Gordon was causing enough trouble that most of the guards were deployed his way. This bought Alyx some time. She looked over the control panel, monitors... when a new something caught her eye. She squints at the monitor observing Glacius' cell.

"Who the hell is that...?"

It's not an alien she's ever seen before. Did the Combine capture a new species of people from another planet? If they had enslaved another planet, there'd be a lot more of them. Why is there only one...?

Her hand lingers over an intercom linked directly to his holding. Finally, she hits the button.

"Hello? Hey, can you hear me?"

And more, could it understand her?

[glacius]

Consider it an oversight on his part. He hadn't seen past those strange fullbody-suits the humanoids were wearing, and last time he came to earth he hadn't been aware of another alien race's presence on the planet. It didn't matter to him; he would brook no understanding for beings who would put him in such a predicament again.

It's why, when he first hear Alyx's voice, there is an undeniable note of smoldering anger to his tone. He doesn't know she's planning on busting him out--if he did he would immediately change his tune--he just assumes this is his captors speaking to him, too afraid to show their faces.

"I can. What is this? Some kind of interrogation?"

[zombinelolol]

Technically, some were human and some weren't. The rest that weren't, well. They used to be human. One of the many ways the Combine enslaved them. Alyx's heart still gave out every time she saw a Stalker.

She couldn't blame him for getting hostile. She knew what it was like. On top of that, whoever this was probably didn't know how the Combine normally operate. The next time she presses the button, her voice is softer. More urging, but gentler.

"I'm here to help. What's your name?"

[glacius]

Unfortunately, Glacius is feeling anything but trusting. He looks around the room, scowling, trying to find whatever device is allowing this person to see him. "My name is Glacius, and it is all you will learn of me unless I have some greater assurance that you are not allied with those who are responsible for my imprisonment!"

[zombinelolol]

Glacius, huh? Alyx leans over. You know, as if staring at a monitor was going to help her get a better look at him.

A pause later, and she hits the door control. The opening to Glacius' cell should slowly slide open.

"My name is Alyx. If you want to get out of here, meet me at the other end near the control panel."

[glacius]

A very apt name for a creature encased in a solid skin of ice! The alien whirls about and settles into a defensive stance at the sound of the door opening, but... nothing else happens. No guards come pouring through, no alarms go off. So... either this is a trap, or whoever is speaking to him is honestly attempting to help him. The alien hesitates. He hates the idea of plunging headfirst into a throng of armed guards just waiting for an excuse to punish him, but he hates the idea of sitting on his ass and potentially passing up a chance for freedom even more. This is a chance he has to take; he will sit idly by and let people abuse him no longer. It is time to fight back.

Glacius bolts through the open doorway, one arm shifted into an icy lance in case he needs to come out swinging--but this hallway is still vacant. He progresses carefully-- with his shoulders hunched and his head lowered on that serpentine neck, eyes flicking this way and that, his gait comes across as downright predatory. He sees the control panel and the single human female waiting nearby. The alien stops a good distance away; if she's planning on getting the jump on him, he wants to be at a distance where his powers to fight at range give him the upper hand.

"Are you Alyx? Why are you helping me?"

[zombinelolol]

Monitors along the hallway let Alyx watch and Glacius moved down the hall. A mouthed 'oh my god' passes out of her as she watches him. Part of her hopes this isn't a bad idea, but - she can tell it's on edge. Distrusting. She had to convince him they were on the same side.

When Glacius got close, she held her hands out. Not quite up in the typical surrender pose, but away from her hips. Just to show him she wasn't going for her gun.

"We're on the same side, Glacius. The Combine enslaved the human race - a long time ago. Did he do the same to you?"

Hurt/Comfort for Squid!!

[trombones]

[By some miracle, Sans didn't get sick often. But somehow, he got the flu, and it hit him hard. The skeleton sprawled out on his mattress, feeling ache shoot through him dare he cough or shift himself out of his own sweat. Papyrus unraveled his ball of blankets, but Sans was pretty sure he sweat through everything but his mattress.

He shivers as he reaches off the floor to push a bowl away. Speaking of Papyrus, the other skeleton was drowning him in soup -- and sometimes spaghetti. He'd probably be back to do it again. Bless his bro. Sans would have appreciated it more if he didn't swear to god that his alphabet soup was trying to spell something sometimes.]

hff...

[Okay. No moving. Not moving. Sans lets his hand flop over his mattress and presses his head into his pillow (guess he'll sweat through that too). Like most monsters when they were sick, he could feel his magic spasming too. The blue glow from his eye flickered on-and-off, like a flashlight on its last legs of battery.

... Heh.

Flashlights with legs.]

heh... heheh....

[He'd have to tell Papyrus that one when he came back.

... Wait, what was he laughing about again.]

WOO

[voidedman]

[Well, trying to spell things with alphabet soup was a bad idea. No wonder Sans didn't buy it. The... entity flickered nervously throughout the room, really unable to pace as he once would have.

Sans was very ill. He wasn't really too worried about him dying from it, everyone caught the flu at least once and Sans was a usually pretty healthy young skeleton. It was just... all the suffering he was going through.

And there was so little he could do about it.

He'd drift to the bed once or twice and try. Try very, very hard. It might be felt... an odd coolness, a strange static feeling like a limb falling asleep.]

[trombones]

[It takes a second. Then Sans half-grunts, half-murmurs through the pillow when he feels something cool on his arm. His first instinct is to pull away from the suddenly different feeling... but relaxes when he seems to realize it's actually helping.

It definitely felt strange. Almost like his arm was falling asleep. But Sans was too out of it to think about it. All he cared was that it felt better than sweating through his sheets. He rolls on his side, trying to get a little closer to wherever the "cool" was.]

mmph. bro. did you open a window...?

[voidedman]

[Well... he felt something. It was better than nothing, right? He moved closer, half wrapping him up in his robes. He wanted to hold him, wipe the sweat off and tell him he was going to be alright. Something any father would do.

Why did even this have to be so hard?

There was a soft, annoyed sigh from the entity, of course no real answer to the question]

hope this is ok!

[trombones]

[Sans coughs, groaning as he does. Fever aside, he was also aching all over. But when Gaster moves closer, something suddenly felt... comforting. It helps. He hums, relaxing just a little more.]

m'not hungry, you don't have to sigh like...

[... Wait.

That didn't sound like Papyrus.]

is fiiiine

[voidedman]

[... He heard him? He heard him. Well... not that it matters because if he spoke he sure as hell wouldn't understand him...

His fingers ghost over his face and arm again, lightly trying to clear away the beads of sweat a soft hum slipped past him.]

NICE

[trombones]

[OH YEAH HE HEARD HIM.

Still on his side, Sans opens his eyes and looks up. He doesn't see anything, but the feeling is... familiar. Nice. It's kind of freaking him out.

His magic flares up a little, not that it means the way it was flickering to begin with. Also, humming????]

ph... papyrus...?

[SO HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIIIIDE]

[voidedman]

[It was so... so hard to say words. Words that weren't destroyed. He had to say something, anything that he could hear. Push past the mess and reach some sort of understanding]

S-

[Delicate. Barely audible]

S-S-S-...S...Sss..

ANS.