The were-human quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip as she held the steak sauce in her opposite hand.
"Ace is makin' steaks. You better not fill up - though at that rate, I guessing you're a bottomless pit."
She was reacting fairly well to the presence of the ningyo ninjas, considering her revulsion to them. Of course, Kairaishi was a demon and was to be afforded at least a little respect.
"You wanna come out back? Otherwise I'll just leave you in the fridge."
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Kairaishi quickly perked up at the mention of more food, shoving the chips back on the counter and shoveling the rice down his throat, swallowing and hurling the spoon into the sink and the plastic ricebowl in the trash.
"Steaks? Hell yeah, babe! ...Wait, the lizard's cooking them? Can he even cook?"
"[censored] yeah, Ace can cook." Rosalind said with a grin. "I saw him cook up a whole freakin' military base one time. O'course, he was using missiles instead of a grill. But whatever."
Waiting for him to finish up, her eyes skimmed past the GSR lunchboxes in the fridge with a small measure of amusement before heading out back again with him.
"'Course.." she continued, "I'll watch him do the first few - if they aren't good, I'll take mine raw anyhow. Besides, we got four bots in the group. Don't think bots eat steak, so there'll be plenty."
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"Indeed, I do not," Helper confirmed as he shuffled into the kitchen, "However, I can not speak for the others. I believe Miss S-6 can extract energy from organic material, and if that is the case then others might be designed to do so as well."
Having postulated that making a meal together would be better for everyone than a party game, as that idea had earned a rather cool reception, he had formulated a new plan.
"I would further assume that Mister Acid's recognition of the grill as a cooking tool does imply that he, at the very least, understands the theory behind food preparation."
The bronze machine began looking through the various kitchen drawers and cabinets, producing a fork, knife, bag of potatoes, some ground black pepper and a roll of aluminium foil. Then he shuffled through the fridge until he found an onion and a large package of cheese. He brought all his supplies to the nearest counter and placed them in rigorously specific locations.
"I have always wanted to try to cook," Helper explained as he began slicing a single small wedge from each potato, "I often observed Dr. Hermes preparing this dish, so I imagine it is preferred by some people."
He set the wedges aside, chopped a small part of the onion, and began slicing cheese. His massive hands seemed a blur of precise movements. Then he carefully scooped out a large chunk of each potato with coordinated use of knife and fork, mashing it into a thick paste with the cheese and onions, mixing in a small amount of pepper. He refilled each hollow potato with the mixture and capped it with the left-over wedges. He then wrapped each carefully in a small sheet of aluminium foil.
"There," he said, preparing one for each guest, and one for Lyden as well. The entire process took Helper less than five minutes, and that was nearly twenty potatoes! "Now they should be ready to eat after spending a few minutes in the coals of the fire."
The robot cleaned up after himself, resealing and replacing what he did not use, piled his 'inventions' up on a plate and headed back for the yard.
"Eh," Hallucinogen said. "I'm okay at cooking, but I haven't had much practice. . ."
"Not bad," he said as Helper prepared a large number of potatoes. "I'm kind of hungry. . . I'm not sure Essex can eat those, though, they're not sweet. . ."
"I tried to eat something once," came Mini Bot's voice from behind Rosie. "It didn't work out too well though. How was I supposed to know chocolate fondue could stick in my joints like that?"
The little red battle drone hopped up on the counter next to Helper and one of its tentacles snatched at one of the potato things Helper had prepared. The tentacle maneuvered te potato in front of Mini Bot's eyes where it was examined with great interest. Eventually turning around and sitting on the counter, Mini Bot handed the potato back to Helper.
"So what are those things?" it asked.
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"Yay for introductions," Solid said sarcastically. "And yay for informing villains about myself. But whatever. My hobby is surfing the internet. Quite simple really. And especially this one site called 4Chan. It's full of such funny crap."
Toy Dispenser grabbed a sturdy looking pation chair and fell into it, stretching out his legs and watching everyone else go about their business.
"I think I could help Ms. Fatty lose some weight," Combat Toy rumbled after Rosie made the comment about all the food.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Kaloaten, you're filthy." Tomanton sighed as he brushed a bit of dirt off of Kaloaten's cowl. "When was the last time you took a shower?"
"Umm... yesterday, I did."
"You're lying, I can see the grime on you. Go take a shower."
Kaloaten gave him puppy-eyes...
Tomanton sighed. "Be quick about it, and you'll be back in time for the food."
"Yay!!" Kaloaten had evidently forgotten about that. He gave a quick nod, and then hopped up, starting in a dash back inside for the showers.
((Good time as any to advance the day?))
((May I make a suggestion? Some of your posters are not in the continental US, and so are posting at odd hours. Perhaps it would be easiest to designate a specific time, say 12 midnight Pacific, for when a cut-off/advance happens. Given enough warning, folks can get their posts in and if they're not able to, their next post can "wrap-up" the previous day. Just a thought.))
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
((Ooh, I like that idea. That gives people like me, who troll the forums a lot, a good way to pace ourselves.))
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((Good time as any to advance the day?))
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NUUUUU!!!!
I must see Rosie react to Combat Toy's flippant Ms. Fatty remark once she gets back from the kitchen!
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Haha, no way. I'm having way too much fun just sitting around with people for once. Generally, we always fight or something nearby explodes. 
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Acid wasted no time with the steaks. His clawed fingers cut precise grooves into them, in which he filled small amounts of spices and herbs from the cabintes above the outdoor bar.
He'd had a lot of practice with this, and it was easy for him to rub in just enough to bring the meat's natural flavor out almost perfectly without overpowering it.
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Meanwhile, CC was happily exploring the outside. She'd tested the temperature of the pool and the hot tub, poked around in the bushes, and peered down the path to the beach. Her ears perked up when Acid mentioned grilling.
"Hey, can I help? I help my dad all the time. You don't want to ask Lily though. She gets all pouty when you ask her to a controlled burn." CC grinned at her roommate. "'Course, she's probably trying to swap me with someone else...you don't wanna switch rooms, do you?" she asked Acid, looking up at him.
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Acid laughed heartily. yeah, he was liking this, whether he'd admit it or not.
"I'm gonna guess you got control over fire then, hm?" he retorted, igniting the grill and placing the first row of steaks on it, "Well, I usually don't need any help, but...hey, here comes Helper."
Acid suddenly realized he'd failed to greet the automaton back when they had entered - and he quickly felt very rude.
"Sorry 'bout forgetting ya back at the entrance." he continued, "My bad. Say, are those baked potatoes?"
Turning to CC, he went on, "Well, if you wanna help, I guess we can always use a good and even heat distribution. And truth be told, I don;t think Morsko or I will be using our room much - we're kinda outdoorsy. So if you don't mind random people walking into it at any given time to get stuff, you're welcome to stay there..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Oh, I know you weren't just talking about me."
Rosie had a death grip on the bottle of steak sauce and had just emerged out the patio door from the kitchen in time to overhear Combat Toy. Purposefully slamming the bottle down on the table next to the steaks, she put her hands on her hips and regarded the assault bot with disdain.
"I will have you know that this is pure muscle, you wannabe-Decepticon. 'Cept for the girls, here, but [censored], nothing wrong with putting airbags on a sports car."
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"I am sorry, sir," Helper said in his upbeat tin, seeming to miss Acid's point entirely, "If you had arrived a moment earlier I would have been glad to carry your bags as well."
He held out the plate of potatoes to Acid, "They are not baked yet, and they are stuffed with onion and cheese. But yes, they are potatoes, sir."
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Meanwhile, Kefetasura had slipped off to examine his room.
"Eh, a little small, but not too bad," he said, mentally envisioning what the rom would look like if he pushed the beds together an stuck Helper in the closet. "It's only a robot, it wouldn't mind," he said to the room, "Hell, it just gave me a piggy-back ride like ten feet into the back yard! Anyway, time to be fun and lively!"
He yanked off most of his clothes, leaving only his yellow and purple shorts, grabbed a towel and raced for the yard.
"CANNONBALL!" the demon yelled loudly, dropping his towel on the patio and leaping violently into the pool, splashing water everywhere.
"Muscle?" Combat Toy scoffed. "All I see is skin and bones. Hell, with some more powerful sensors I bet I could see through you."
"And what does that have to do with calling her Ms. Fatty?" Toy asked quietly, watching Combat Toy make an idiot of himself.
"You better eat cause you're going to need all that weight to even try to throw me around."
"Oi vey," Toy groaned as he leaned back in his chair.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Stell nodded at Lily. "Sounds good. Good luck dealing with the kid." The kheldian lifted into the air and flew to her new room with her bags. Just fairly tossing her bags into the room, she opened a window and decended to the others on the ground.
In her own room, Cortianna took the bottle out and dumped two pills into her hand. With a grimice she swallowed both, a shudder at the unpleastent taste working through her as they always did. Setting her neck chian, and it's magic ward to blunt her instictive telepathy use, she walked out to the patio.
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
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"CANNONBALL!" the demon yelled loudly, dropping his towel on the patio and leaping violently into the pool, splashing water everywhere.
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"Oh, quit your bickering!" Acid shouted to Combat Toy and Rosie, "See him? He's got the right idea!"
Turning to Helper once more, he inspected the potatoes, "Hmm, last I recall you put those in coals...but this's a gas grill..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Kairaishi arched an eyebrow at combat toy, taking a sip from a soda can that he had snagged from the fridge. "Somebody needs to learn some respect. You don't speak to women that way. And you certainly do not EVER tell a woman she's fat or could possibly be fat. That's just a death sentence, buddy, let me tell you."
Though Kairaishi expected no trouble at all, the Kabuki had put their hands on the katana sheathe at their waist...just in case.
((No fighting, huh? :3))
"Um, yes. . ." Hal said, backing away slowly. "Uh, Essex, Experiment, wanna go. . .somewhere else? Like, I dunno, away from these guys?"
Experiment chuckled quietly, turning to Hallucinogen. "Aw, come on! these guys are pretty funny when they are not trying to rip out our internal organs, and or Essie's wiring."
Rosie blinked at Kairaishi. "YEAH, WHAT HE SAID!" she fumed in Combat Toy's face before taking the hint from Ace and settling into a grumble.
Essex blinked at Hallucinogen quizzically and tilted her head.
"...I don't know..." she said, her gaze flitting longingly to the pool.
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Hal followed her gaze. "So can you, uh, go in water then?" he said under his breath. "Well, uh. . . I do kind of like to swim, actually. . . I never get a chance to. . ."
"What?" Combat Toy said, suddenly all offended innocence. "I was just saying that I'd help you work off some weight if you do get fat."
"Nice way of saying it, Cassanova," Toy drawled as he tilted his head toward Rosie. "No offense, Rosie. The bots are just working through some identity issues after their latest retrofits."
"Can you even swim?" Solid asked Essex with a hint of concern in his voice. "I mean, I'm sure you're watertight but won't you just sink?"
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Helper gazed at the grill, his head cocked to one side in a moment's worth of disappointment.
"Not a problem, sir. I will use the oven in the kitchen," he summized chirpily, shuffling back inside.
"Come on in, people! Are you all shy or aquaphobic or something? The pool is freakin boring without some people to play with," Kefetasura prounounced as he climbed up the ladder and scooted off in the direction of the diving board.
Experiment smirked almost evilly, sidestepping slowly behind Essex. "So... You want to go in the water, eh?" he snickered, making his intention obvious. "Well, unless you don't wish to change into some sort of swimming costume before being thrown in, I suggest you run..."
Kairaishi, upon hearing her voice, suddenly stopped his digging. The Kabuki reached over and grabbed his feet, pulling him out, and he landed staring up at her or likely even with her, his mouth quite literally stuffed with donuts, a sausage, and a hot dog. His left hand carried a bag of chips, while his right hand held a bowl of steaming dirty rice. He quickly gulped down the mix that was in his mouth and nodded. "Oh, sure."
He put the rice on the table and quickly reached inside, pulling out A-1 and tossing it over at her. "Whatcha need it for?"