A Cat Stuck In A Tree

[Moonlight Revenge]

*as I'm talking to PB, I get distracted by Red falling down and an unknown person picking her up and when she became safe, I turn back my head to PB* nice reciting, I really liked it

[petroleumblaster]

Oh, thanks. Shakespeare is so fun to recite. Many of his passages are so... haunting.

*Glass and I go out to the van and drive to closer, parking it around the back of the theater where it is out of aerial view. We take in a couple bags of groceries to contribute to the food supply. It's time for a meal anyway*

Hey, Poison, where's the kitchen? I think we have enough ingredients to make enchiladas.

[NotACoolKid]

((Sorry if I'm interrupting. I just...don't think I'll be able to find a better re entrance.))

*Nack's hearing kicked in at the word "kitchen", as if he was being awoken from a long slumber or perhaps a long period of zoning out in the zones. What ever the case, the androgynous kid looked up at PB as he moved about with bags, hoping that there would be somewhere Nack could restock himself with silverware and they like.*

There's a kitchen here? That's so amazing! This place...it really has everything!

[Arson Anthem]

*I laugh at Nack's reaction, getting up and joining the others onstage* Yeah, there's a kitchen. It' not much of one, but it's got all the necessities. We had a few, ah, /interesting/ culinary experiments while we were living here last year. Turns out you can do more with Power Pup than you'd think. Come on, I'm sure Poison doesn't mind if I show you where it is. *I lead the way down the hall behind the mainstage, and into the little kitchen*

[petroleumblaster]

*I follow Arson and start unloading my bag of groceries in what is really a half-kitchen, but that's plenty for me. I find what I am looking for and pull out the nutella, tossing it at Nack* Here, kid, knock yourself out.

*Moon starts grating cheese and I start mixing together various ingredients for the enchiladas, including some canned chicken. This will practically be a feast!*

[NotACoolKid]

What's this? *Nack looks at the Nutella like it's a completely foreign thing. She's never seen it before. Taking out a spoon, she takes some from the jar and samples it* This is amazing!!

*Her eyes fall on PB who is already preparing dinner.* Uh...do you...need help?

[petroleumblaster]

Sure, Nack. Could you find me a glass pan or something like it to bake the enchiladas in? Oh, and set the oven to 450 or so.

*I hum to myself as we work. I'm making a huge batch so there will be enough for everyone and hopefully some leftover. We've got to enjoy this before we have to go back to powerpup again*

[redhavoc]

((Max and Red transferring back from 'Max and Red have a Conversation' p.3))

*After five steps I have to take Max's hand to keep from falling, the pain in my knees almost unbearable. I think that they are still swollen from my time as a lab test subject. Max asks if he can carry me and I nod, vision clouding over. Suddenly I am in the air and Max is climbing down the stairs to one side of the stage. A wonderful smell eminates from a back room, must be a kitchen*

*The only person not slowly inching their way towards the kitchen is the doctor, Jump, who is asleep in a back row of seats. Guy must be exhausted taking care of everybody*

[Max Griffiths]

*I carry Red to the hall outside the kitchen to wait; it's a small room, and it's obvious not everyone will be able to fit in comfortably. It looks cramped with just four. It smells good, though, and I remember I haven't eaten since the day before. I guess Red isn't the only one who needs a meal.*

[Arson Anthem]

*Nack's reaction to the nutella makes me grin, and I back up a bit to give him, PB, and Moon room to move. I catch sight of Max out of the corner of my eye and see he's holding Red again; she looks tired, but otherwise fine. I need to get used to having Max around... I'm assuming they're waiting for food, and the way the other three in the kitchen are going, it won't be long at all. I nod to him, but don't bother trying to say anything over the clattering of pots and pans coming from where Nack's rummaging through the cabinets*

[Funhouse Gear]

*I'm about to follow the rest down the hall when I notice Jump farther back in the theater, passed out. He's sprawled across several seats and looks rather uncomfortable, but he's sleeping soundly when I get back to him. I figure we can't leave our medic without food, so I crouch down next to him*

Hey... Jump... *No response. I try again, a bit louder, and tap him on the shoulder.* Jump, you want food? *Eventually I get what might possibly pass as an affirmative, so I leave him alone and make my way to the back to get whatever it is PB's throwing together*

[petroleumblaster]

*Thirty minutes later and the main course is almost ready. I pull the pan out of the oven and let it cool for five minutes. Nack helps me prepare plats and forks. S/he even finds some cups for water. I take the old spatula Moon dug out of a drawer and start cutting* Come and get it!

[Moonlight Revenge]

now everything is almost ready and watch out.... try not to hurt yourself, PB *grins a little bit*

[NotACoolKid]

*Nack swells with pride as he sees that he helped create dinner* This smells SO good! *His eyes widen, but he makes a point to move towards the back of the line so that the others may eat before him. He's hungry, sure, but the rest probably need it more. Besides, Nack's used to going without food for prolonged periods of time.*

[Poison Shot]

*I shout to nack from the theatre seats*

Hey Nack! How've you been?