Big Brothers: Heroes ((RP Game Show))

As the first pie baked in the oven, Micaela began work on the second pie, an apple pie.

Though still instructing and guiding those interested in learning, she was "in the zone," so to speak, and nearly oblivious to anything which was not pie-related.

Eventually, the apple pie was in the oven, and the orange creme pie was on the counter, cooling.

". . . And now we're pretty much done," leaning on the counter, and once more becoming aware of her surroundings, Micaela's eyes passed over the other housemates, "So . . . any questions?"

"When can we eat it?" His eyes were like a child's at Christmas eagerly eyeing one of the larger presents under the tree. The hunger in them sparked across them with wildly humorous flavor.

((OOC: Sorry about not posting earlier, guys. Was busy saving the world, and whatnot.))

"That's my question too. When can we eat it?" Jason asked, sitting rather comfortably on the kitchen counter and drumming his feet against it.

"Let's leave a couple of slices for the midget guy and Mister Zoolander, shall we?"

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"Let's leave a couple of slices for the midget guy and Mister Zoolander, shall we?"

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Micaela managed to maintain her composure, but just barely. She looked ready to burst with laughter, but somehow, was able to keep from doing so. She looked at her wrist, which was distinctly bereft of a watch, "Hmmm . . . mebbe as little as ten or fifteen minutes, for the orange, at least. The apple needs to finish baking, first." Saying this, she slouched back agaisnt the counter behind her, the surface roughly level with her shoulders. Then, noticing Arden, she called over to him, "Hey, *snicker* midget guy! You want to join us?"

Ash looked around in bewilderement as he tried to gather what was funny about calling the hariy man-thing a midget. Midget was claerly not in his vocabulary, nor such a classification of human had ever been exposed to him. Due to extensive years of conditioning for a brain-cpu, Ash only saw humans as two things: ally or threat. "Why do you keep calling him midget guy?"

Jason's face is serenely straight as he launchs into an explanation, "Well, you see, 'midget' is a term usually used as a gesture of respect for someone who happens to be shorter than yourself. It's very useful for defusing tension. For instance, you're in a bar, and this biker-guy is looking to start a fight. Say, you're 6 feet tall, and he's like... 5'6. You call out to him 'We mean no disrespect, Mister Midget Person.' Trust me, he'll sense how polite you're being, and nobody will get hurt."

Jason looks over at Arden, wrapped up in what looked like sackcloth and rapidly approaching the kitchen. He turns to Ash, "Tell you what. I'll let you have all the credit for coming up with referring to him as 'midget-guy' in exchange for your slice of pie."

Kegen shakes her head and sighs softly. She leans over and elbows Jason in his side as she tsks at him.

She turns to Ash with a bright smile. " Ash, Midget is not a respectfully term for people who are not blessed with height. Midget is ususal used to describe people who are abnormally short and it's a derogatory term. If you called a drunken biker-boy a midget, he will probably try to hurt you."

She studies Ash with a small knowing smile. "Though with that hardware you got, I'm sure you'd give him a hurting he won't forget. Have they figured out how to combine the celluar gene manipulation with the sythetic neuro-muscluar impulses for more natural movements and quicker reactions yet? What kinda casings are they using? I think they are still trying to make the quantum titainium plating more flexable and lighter in this time..." she blushes and glances away sheepishly.

"Sorry...getting ahead of myself," she chuckles softly.

She glances up and begins to nervously wring her hands.

"I think I'm gonna go change while I wait for the apple pie to get done," she replies softly and heads for the girl's dorm.

She closes the door behind her and heads for the bed that has her duffle bag sitting on it. She unzips it and begins riffling through the clothes. She pulls out a pair of black varsity shorts and a red t-shirt. She grabs the bag and tosses it at the foot of her bed. Kegen glances around to make sure she's alone and flips open one of the compartments on her belt and pulls out a dog-eared photo. She smiles softly at the couple smiling back at her from the glossy surface. She carefully slides it under her pillow. She reaches up and removes her headpeice and tosses it ontop of the bag. She flips a button on her guantlet and the metallic body suit shimmers into a liquid-like form and slides up into the watchlike receiver on her left wrist. She slips her sleepwear on over her undergarments and heads back out into the kitchen.

She pulls her long hair up into a messy bun as she smiles at the others.

"Much better. So...do we have ice cream to go with these pies?" she asks cheerfully as she finishes securing her long hair.

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She turns to Ash with a bright smile. " Ash, Midget is not a respectfully term for people who are not blessed with height. Midget is ususal used to describe people who are abnormally short and it's a derogatory term. If you called a drunken biker-boy a midget, he will probably try to hurt you."

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As Kegen said this, a shocked expression appeared on Micaela's face, apparently unnoticed by Kegen.

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"I think I'm gonna go change while I wait for the apple pie to get done," she replies softly and heads for the girl's dorm.

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Glaring at Kegens back as she leaves, Micaela grumbles, "'Blessed with height' indeed. . . "

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"Much better. So...do we have ice cream to go with these pies?" she asks cheerfully as she finishes securing her long hair.

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By this time, Micaela had regained a pleasant appearance, and seemed to have forgotten that previous slight.

"We might. I haven't checked, but this house seems to be well-stocked . . ."

Ash sat watching the lies flow out of Jason's mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm very confused. I don't understand why people are concerned about being tall. I'll keep my slice of pie, thank-you. As for my armor, I've been advised to keep that classified from the show for further investigation whatever that means."

At the thought of ice cream with an even more confused look. In an attempt to understand, he pokes the white of his eyeball and gathers the goop from it with a bit of pain following. Concern washed over his face as he looked at hte goop on his finger. "You mean people actually eat this 'eye's cream'"

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"You mean people actually eat this 'eye's cream'"

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Micaela replied in a total deadpan, "Yes, that is exactly what she meant. You probably won't be surprised to learn that many people like to eat eye's cream with ladyfingers."

After a moment, realizing that Ash would probably misunderstand, she amended the statement, "Ice cream. As in 'frozen water cream.' It's pretty much what it sounds like. Cold, solid cream. And ladyfingers are a type of cookie. Don't get any ideas."

Jason looks at Ash, then at Kegen, then Micaela, gaping a little and trying hard to form a question, "Did you... did he just... did you just poke your eye? You're joking... he's joking, right?"

Giving up, he scratches his head, then shrugs. "Maybe we should all just have our pie and go to bed. It's kinda late, and all this baking is exhausting work. The whole eye's cream thing, that exceeded my weirdness quota for today. Not to mention, I'm kinda curious about what the show will have for us tomorrow."

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"Maybe we should all just have our pie and go to bed. It's kinda late, and all this baking is exhausting work. The whole eye's cream thing, that exceeded my weirdness quota for today. Not to mention, I'm kinda curious about what the show will have for us tomorrow."

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As Jason was speaking, Micaela had gone to the oven, and returned with the steaming apple pie, which she then placed on an empty area of counterspace to cool off.

"Well, we still need to wait for the apple pie to cool off, unless we want to save it for tomorrow, that is," Then, grabbing a knife, "The orange is ready, though. Who wants a slice?"

Ash had reservations about the ice-cream still, but didn't speak any more of it. Micaela moved to the orange pie and started cutting slices. "I'll take a slice, and perhaps once I see this ICE cream, I may want some of that, too."

"Oooh me me, I want a slice too!"

Jason puts one arm over Ash's shoulder, "My friend, I assure you, you'll be wanting some of that ice cream. Ice cream is concrete proof that God exists and wants us to be happy."

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"I'll take a slice, and perhaps once I see this ICE cream, I may want some of that, too."

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"You don't need to emphasise the word 'ice.' I was doing that to differentiate it from 'eyes.' If you want ice cream, you can check the freezer. Frankly, I could care less."

As she spoke, she began dividing the pie into slices. Finishing, she paused, and looked around the room, "Uhm . . . could someone grab plates?"

Releasing Ash, Jason starts rummaging through the cabinets until he finds a large stack of plates. Laying out a few on the counter, he then proceeds to conjure up a tub of ice cream from the depths of the refrigerator (he shrugs an apology to no one in particular, for the lack of any flavors other than vanilla), and starts vigorously spooning large dollops onto the plates.

Moving quickly, Micaela saves one of the plates from its pending ice creamification, and sets it aside for herself. Then, one by one, she deposits a slice of pie on each of the plates. Finally, she reaches into a nearby drawer, and sets a handful of forks and spoons on the counter.

Ash nodded a thanks as he picked up his plate of pie and ice-cream. With minimal amount of manners or proper training how to manage a spoon, Ash grabbed the spoon like a dagger and stabbed the pie and toppings. With grand exaggeration, Ash devoured his slice of pie with pleasure and happiness. Ash, of course, didn't know to not speak with his mouth full. "MMhm iwhs whhwhy gooowh" ((it's really good))

Micaela's eyes darted from Ash to Jason, then back to Ash.

"Uhm . . . Jason, do you think you would mind teaching Ash how to act more . . . well, civilized? Unless, that is," she said, grinning slyly, "You think Varon or Arden would be better role-models?"

((Sorry about the long abscence; I've been busy with other things ))

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"Uhm . . . Jason, do you think you would mind teaching Ash how to act more . . . well, civilized? Unless, that is," she said, grinning slyly, "You think Varon or Arden would be better role-models?"

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Crystal and Samantha had kept to themselves (as well as helped themselves to the food) while the other Heroes had been socializing. Micaela's comment, however, resulted in the two girls dropping their plates and pouncing on the white-haired female Hero almost instantly after Micaela's comment left her mouth.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?!" Samantha demanded, pointing an accusing finger directly in front of Micaela's face.
"I'll have you know that Varon has saved our lives a COUNTLESS number of times!" Samantha said, fire in her eyes as she looked directly at Micaela.
"He's an incredibly caring and loving Hero and is MORE than capable of teaching Ash the PROPER way to be 'civilized'!"
Varon heard the commotion from inside the men's bedroom, and moaned slightly as he got to his feet.
It seems like I'm not the only one having a hard time forgetting about what might be happening outside this house... Varon thought, smiling to himself. They're always so protective of me... Varon shook his head. But I guess they feel like they need to do that as a type of compensation for what goes on during our battles. Varon sighed as he walked to the door of the men's bedroom. I keep telling them: "It's important to keep your life as a Hero seperate from your normal life." But I guess they learned more from me than I EVER thought they would; I guess it's no surprise...
Varon burst through the door and headed straight for the kitchen.
"What is this?!" Varon asked in a bold voice, posing as he came upon the other Heroes. "A feast of pie and ice cream? A small midnight get-together for Heroes to bond?" Varon grabbed a plate of pie and a bowl of ice cream and raised them in his hands as he struck yet another pose. "YES! Let us sit together with this delicious PIE and ICE CREAM and discuss our past battles as HEROIC SIBLINGS!!!"
"Varon, you're the best!" Crystal and Samantha giggled as they burst into applause.

Micaela had shrunk, visibly nervous from the sudden assault by the two women, but said nothing.

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"YES! Let us sit together with this delicious PIE and ICE CREAM and discuss our past battles as HEROIC SIBLINGS!!!"

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Recovering, now that the girls were distracted, she approached Jason and, trying to keep a low profile, asked him, "See what I mean?"

Ash leaned in to the quiet conversation between Jason and Micaela. "Personally I don't want to be civilized if it means being loud and flashy. I like being silent and observing. It helps me learn more about things."

A new attempt to be proper about things he tried eating with his hands since it worked fine with the clementine before with no issue. Of course, eating pie and ice cream with bare hands does prove somewhat sticky and difficult.

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"Uhm . . . Jason, do you think you would mind teaching Ash how to act more . . . well, civilized? Unless, that is," she said, grinning slyly, "You think Varon or Arden would be better role-models?"

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Giving a maddening grin to Micaela, Jason glances over to make sure Ash is watching, then solemnly, very solemnly, he lowers his face into his plate and take a bite of his pie and ice-cream.

Raising his head, he makes no effort to wipe the ice-cream off the tip of his nose. He turns to Varon, "Couldn't sleep, buddy?"

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"Couldn't sleep, buddy?"

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"Ha!" Varon declared, dropping his plates as he tried to maintain his composure; fatigue, however, was starting to show as he attempted a pose. "Staying up all night... *yawn*... is a simple task for... the Trinity..."
"Oh, Varon..." Samantha yawned, her eyes drooping slightly as she desperately tried to maintain her enthusiasm. "You're so... *yawn* great!"
"We can..." Crystal tried to keep her eyes open as she spoke, bus she and Samantha were soon leaning on each other's backs as the two girls began to sink to the ground. "Stay up... as long as..." Crystal's eyes closed completely, and the two girls were soon sitting back-to-back on the floor in a deep sleep.
Varon smiled to himself as he walked over to the girls. He was so tired that he forgot that there were other Heroes in the house as he gently picked up Samantha in his arms and carried her to a bed in the women's bedroom, then came back to the kitchen and did the same for Crystal.
After tucking each girl into bed, fatigue finally overcame Varon.
"Goodnight, girls..." Varon smiled as his eyes closed. "I'll just keep watch over you two... from here..." Varon collapsed on the floor of the women's bedroom and was soon fast asleep.

"O-kay . . . maybe Arden would be the best . . . "

Following this comment a mental image of Ash formed in his head, three days unshaven, holding a tankard of some sort of liquor, and singing a heavily slurred drinking song.

"That's really pathetic, but Arden may be the best for the job . . . Unless we decided to make a girl out of him . . ." She grinned, amused by the thought.

"Well, everyone, it looks to be getting late. We should probably head to bed, too. I'll take care of cleaning this up." Saying this, Micaela covered the pies, put the ice cream away, and began collecting the dishes, to take them to the sink.