Fifth Shot | Break Fast

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

[A chef knows how to work when there is little food. Many pieces of cuisine (and the "screwdriver" drink) come from the need of providing a person with nutrition, such as turning an unappetizing clam into a tasty chowder with potatoes, carrots, onion, celery, and cream.

So what happens in one particular day after the rationing crisis at the Chalice is over? One of the cook is filled with glee, and readies almost a buffet for the crew to snack on, welcoming anyone to help her in this endeavour.

If you're here to eat? Chances are, it's here.]


((OOC: This is an open thread, so everyone'sable to reply to anything and everything, and threadjacking is encouraged!))

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[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

Lynette knows better than to wake people up. But this pain scares her. Does she have a fever? Her head hurts, she feels sick, and her lips are dry.

She whimpers when someone steps along the passage. It's too loud.

...

She drags herself out of the bed to suddenly hit the floor. Once again, whimpering.

Is this a hungover?

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

Thud...! And then Loraine woke up... "Ugh... what the hell...?"

... she glanced over at Lynette groggily. "... you alright...?"

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

"My head hurts..."

Her whimpers like a kitten.

"I feel groggy..."

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"... well, you had too much to drink... would you like me to play doctor for you?"

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

She whimpers in affirmation.

"I'm not supposed to get a hungover... I'm britannian..."

A poor britannian, but still.

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"What's supposed to be isn't always how things are. Do you want my help or not?"

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

"Please help me..."

The way she groggily mutters on the floor means, 'yes'.

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'll do the best I can."

She pulled out from under her bed a first aid kit that... that specifically seemed to be a hangover first aid kit! To think, she seriously had such a thing for ready use any morning... what a drunk.

And the first thing she pulled out was some... beer. "Hair of the dog..." she started pouring some in. "Hair of a dog... oh, huh, out..."

She looked over at Lynette... then pulled out some scissors, taking a quick clip at a small lock of hair. "Close enough."

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

Lynette is amazed and happy by that, really. It means Gloss is prepared.

But seeing the beer makes her mewl like a kitten.

She looks intimidated at the foaming liquid, then at Loraine as she looks at Lynette, and picks the scissors...

... and cuts a lock from her.

"Is that the medicine, Doctor Gloss?"

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"Medicine? Oh, I'm getting to that." She started grating what looked like some kind of... dried sausage before going to her minifridge for an egg, which she cracked and dropped in. Drop of tobasco, several pills which quickly started dissolving... and finally water. It was mostly water, but it had this sickly pale yellow color from the egg after she went and took a whisk to the whole thing.

"Done."

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

Lynette stares in concern. She drags herself a little far away from the abomination.

"Is this safe, Doctor? Will it really cure me?"

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"You fly around on jet legs fighting robots and monsters while not wearing so much to protect you as a pair of jeans, and you're afraid of a little medicine?"

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

... Lynette stays still. It's a point she wishes so much she could argue with right now. She stares helplessly from the floor.

"Will it hurt when I drink it?"

[heliotropesmoke.livejournal.com]

"1) No. 2) Even if it did, it would hurt a lot less than bullets. 3) It would hurt less than your headache."

1/2

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

"..." Sob.

She weakly stands up, legs wobbling, and picks the abomination with both hands.

And drinks it.

2/2

[aceshighsniper.livejournal.com]

And regrets it.

Her head now hits the desk in a soft whimper.