[ visual ] [ sanctuary ] carnivore animal i am a cannibal

[stacked]

[ here's the thing about faith. slayers eat a lot in general, and between prison and growing up without much food faith is the worst of the lot. and while the junk food the hatches are sending out is great for most of the day, she starts needing something meatier. literally. usually she'd just hatch herself a burger, but anything not chips and crap seems to be off the menu.

the issue here: faith can't cook for shit. so when she turns on her tablet and glares into it-- only wearing a sports bra and sweats, natch-- half-annoyed and half-shamefaced, there's a vaguely recognizable lump of meat laying blackened on the counter next to her. ]

So, two things. First, anybody any good at throwing down? ...Or sparring, whatever. If we gotta be trapped, we can at least have some fun. And not to be a bitch or whatever, but if you took a couple self-defense classes at the Y you don't count.

[ ...right. "fun". with a sigh she dumps the lump of effective charcoal in the garbage. ]

Second, anybody any good at cooking? I can pay, seriously. I just need some freaking meat, screw all this pbj crap. [ usually people say 'please help me', faith darling. ] Anyway, yeah. That's all I got.


[ ooc | faith's in the ninth floor kitchen, being fail and cooking and half naked. as you do. location or tablets, or if you want to do a different location later in the day let me know and we'll hook it up! ]

[ visual ] [ location: playhouse ]

[entractes.livejournal.com]

Kurt's explorations finally bring him to the 11th floor! Took long enough. After spending some time just acclimating to the new stage area, he is hit with something of a wonderful idea.

"Attention, Taxon!"

Needless to say, Kurt was excited.

"As you are all probably well aware, none of us appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. But don't despair, I have a solution to the doubtlessly growing boredom of you being stuck here." He turns the tablet around to pan the camera around the stage area as he talks. "Since coming here, I couldn't help but notice that the city is a little bit of a cultural deadzone, but I know there are at least a couple of diamonds in the rough out there. So, I propose..." he pauses as he often does for the sake of tension, "Taxon's very own glee club."

He turns the camera back to himself, "Not to worry, this won't be the stuffy, uptight choir group you may have heard about at your local church. Instead, this will be an opportunity to express yourself, to let loose, and experience something wonderful. For those who don't perform, you are more than welcome to watch or sway along merrily in the background.

"So, if you would care to join me, Kurt Hummel, in the 11th floor Playhouse, let's get some introductions going. In lieu of just standing around in a circle and talking about ourselves, you would ideally come ready with a song that you feel tells your story and be ready to sing. No pressure, though." He totally understands if you aren't like him and don't always have that sort of thing ready to belt out at a moment's notice.

[ Accidental Video ] Emopire Returns

[faderbroderson]

The first thing Godric notices when he wakes, before he opens his eyes, is that he's fully clothed. He can feel the fabric snug against his skin, and that is a very unusual thing. Godric, as a rule, sleeps in the nude. It's also disturbing to note, when he opens his eyes with a frown, that he isn't in his room. He isn't even in his house, or in Faith's house, or Sookie's, or any house he recognizes.

That's enough to have him rising from the bed very quickly, which to human eyes would look rather like teleportation, if it weren't for the discarded sheets fluttering down to fold back onto the bed. A frown mars his brow as he looks around for any indication of what the hell has just gone on.

His eyes alight on the tablet, conveniently recording already, and he makes a movement that might have been a sigh, had he any breath. He picks it up off the nightstand and looks at the screen wryly.

"I should be accustomed to this."