Log: Falling Towards The Sky

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Sigma Ai, and Oquirrh
What: Ever wonder what the city looks like from above?
Where: Louisiana's safe house, Control vehicle bay/air space over Gulch
When: 6/25 Thursday
Warnings: Mild cursing, shenanigans involving two dorks in an aircraft with no doors, Sigma cooking


Louisiana slips out of the pillow fort and stretches out her arms. She hadn't expected to do that with Sigma so soon and especially because he didn't want to go home. However it beat him sleeping at the hospital. This guaranteed good sleep for him. Her not so much. She had waited for him to pass out in order to call Omega before getting her own rest.

She heads into the kitchen and makes two cups of coffee. Bringing them back to the fort, she gently nudges Sigma awake. They had a pretty exciting plan for the day. So it'd be best to make sure he started off in a good mood.

"Hey rise and shine, Rooks. We got a date with a Falcon today."

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[spectre_de_la_mort]

After a couple of moments, she pulls out the puffed up dough and rests the pieces on the paper towels. It's then a repeat with new pieces.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma helps her gather the pieces and immerse them one by one in the heated oil. "These smell wonderful," he says.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"This isn't even the best part." Once they've gotten all of the pieces fried, Louisiana comes over and sprinkles a large amount of powder sugar over the dough. "Violá."

[ambitious_muse]

Roxy introduced him to the magic that is powdered sugar. Though he hasn't tried it on confections yet, this looks promising. "That's quite the coup de grace," he says.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana shrugs, smiling some. "It makes them all the better."

[ambitious_muse]

"You don't have to sell me on them. Trust me." He wonders if the first ones are cool enough to eat. The smell reminds him how hungry he is.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"They should be good to go in a minute. Let them cool off a bit. Can't have you getting a burnt tongue," she teases.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm being careful," he says. "I don't want to burn anything over this meal. And when it happens, you can be my witness."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Fair enough. We should be good to go now though," she points out. Louisiana lets him try one out first.

[ambitious_muse]

He chooses the closest one and pops it in his mouth. It's still plenty warm, but the crisp crust gives way without burning him. "Whoa, these are good!"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I used to wake up to these all the time back home," Louisiana muses. She bites into one with a smile. "Pretty great."

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma laughs and sends puffs of powdered sugar flying. "Definitely a great way to get up in the morning," he says. "Good idea. And they looked really easy, too."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Ok if you make a legit mess, I will end you," she jokingly threatens. There was powdered sugar already starting to go everywhere. That was part of the appeal to these things. "I'm sure the twins would love this."

[ambitious_muse]

"It would look like winter in our kitchen before anyone had eaten," he says. "But yes. They would be beyond excited."

"Don't worry, I clean up my messes. And we managed to cook these without setting anything on fire!"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"That would be pretty awesome though I think Delta and Omega wouldn't appreciate that. Mac and cheese and beignets. That's what's going to happen if I ever babysit."

Louisiana beams, laughing some. "Look at that. We didn't have to pull out an extinguisher," she teases.

[ambitious_muse]

"You would replace your own brother as their favorite person," he says. "Especially if you let them make a mess."

"You're my witness that this actually happened, okay? That's pretty impressive," he teases right back.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Hey if it happens, it happens. No complaints here," she laughs. "Got to have some fun after all."

Louisiana leans against the counter. "I am witness to this feat. Now hopefully your brothers will lay off on that."

WITNESS ME x_x

[ambitious_muse]

"Oh, they would make sure you had fun," he says. "Right up until they have to have their post-mess bath. That's when the screaming would start."

He starts on his second beignet. "Nah, they won't. They would have to witness it for themselves several times over. But they'll know deep down that it happened, so the guilt will still be there."

SO SHINY SO CHROME

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Oh well I don't know about bath time. That isn't in my realm of rangling little kids."

"Fine then. Maybe we should show them it sometime," she points out. It wouldn't be hard to do this again. "Who knows maybe I'll find something else easy to do. Make sure my rookie doesn't die of starvation."

Maybe you're just not meant for Valhalla

[ambitious_muse]

"Bath time is the utmost of terrors," he says, deadpan. "It brings out the piranha in them. I don't know why my brothers insist on bathing them both at once. Probably to conserve water."

"You really should come over some time. We can set it up with my brothers. We'll impress them together."

Fang it!

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Wow. I never would have imagined that two five year olds can overtake you guys. Like seriously they're kids." Louisiana couldn't understand why this was such a dilemma. It should be easy.

"I suppose I could. I've met your older siblings so I might be in the clear," she muses. "Besides Florida was over there."

[ambitious_muse]

"They're five, but they are loud and slippery and they outnumber you. Trust me. It's bad."

"I can always put in a good word for you," he says. "I'll talk to Omega. We could do a movie night."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You boys are absolutely walk overs for those two then," she teases, smirking.

"A good word? I thought meeting them was the whole point. But do it if you think it'll go over well. A movie would be pretty great. I'll leave the choice to you all."

[ambitious_muse]

"You're not the first one to say that," he admits, thinking of his sister.

"Well then, we'll have to surprise you." He finishes his beignet and licks the powdered sugar off his fingers. So delicious.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Figure as much."

Louisiana takes a bite out of another beignet. She takes a scoop of sugar and smears on his face. "Oh really? I won't get any hints before it happens?"