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Post by Starfire on Feb 12, 2012 15:49:48 GMT -5
[/I] The kitchen had been coated with white flour, mustard, ketchup, random condiments, and strange scents once the oven had its good twenty minutes of heating the concoction that she made. She wasn’t sure how things worked around here. The technology was far behind her own but it took her a few curious button pressings to get the oven started. By the time everyone would rise from their beds, she was hoping to have it all set up. Her limbs were all animated and she grew faster in her motion. She was popping down next to the oven, pulling out the food that resembled one of Tamaran’s delinquency- or as close to it as chicken, a meatloaf, two week old pizzas, octopus leg, could be-, zipping towards the cabinets to fetch spices, and appearing back in the table hoisting a load of food. She did not forget that Beast Boy could not stomach the fleshy meat, so she too made sure to add an extra serving of tofu for breakfast. It was a morning to remember, she thought. Today she was going to celebrate another year with the team. As she roamed about the kitchen, she half marveled whether she should take out the Tamaran bagpipes to wake them up in song. Surely, that would be a good gesture, no? She was all smiles when she zoomed into her room trying, once again, to keep quiet. She didn’t want to stir anyone up, not until she was done with her musical piece. [/font][/ul][/size] |
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Post by Beast Boy on Feb 14, 2012 21:01:42 GMT -5
As far as Beast Boy was concerned, it was a perfect morning.
He was still asleep, stretched out with his head off the left side of the pillow, his right foot dangling off the mattress, and one arm curled around his pillow, cuddling it close to him. “One at a time, ladies,” he mumbled into his pillow. “You can all ride it.” Oh yes. A spectacular morning, indeed. No alarms for danger waking him up too early, an awesome dream, and time to sleep in after that Ultimate Battle V tournament with Cyborg last night.
That was, until his ears nearly got blown off by what sounded like a train wreck, an elephant being slowly murdered, and what a teacher wishes nails on a chalkboard sounded like all happening at once. Even his (sadly girly) scream of surprise and pain as he darted under his bed was inaudible under all the noise. Something deaf, need something deaf, he thought desperately. Changing into a ball python, Beast Boy slithered out, though his teeth were still chattering from the vibrations at least it wasn’t threatening to burst his eardrums like little ear toothpicks anymore.
Heading outside, he went down the hall, following the direction the vibrations were coming from until he came upon Starfire playing.... Oh God why. “Starfire?” he shouted, shifting back to human with his hands firmly planted over his ears. “STAR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”
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Post by Starfire on Feb 17, 2012 21:25:06 GMT -5
[/I] one at that- for Starfire would not be easily distracted from her performance. The Tamaranian played the beginning note of her piece with only a faint recollection of how the ceremonial song sounded like back in her home planet. There was an inhaling here, an exhaling there, and then an odd sound being crooned from the Gorka bagpipes. Her fingers weren’t nimble enough and if you add that her level of performance was only challenged by neglected lessons then it was no surprise that the following sounded like a horrible train wreck inside someone’s head. It wasn’t Beast Boy’s desperate pleas that stopped her- she would have, had his voice reached that level where it could have, at the very least, broken through the symphony of her music. She craned her head up and just as she was about to detach her lips from the mouth piece to sing (a great big hearty song made from the harmonious cords of a warrior), she momentarily was struck by surprise at the sight of her green roommate. His expressions was-- unreadable. That did not deflate her mood. Starfire brightened up glad that someone had wondered from the warm comforts of their bed and into the kitchen. The weight of her jubilant emotions lifted her body a few feet off the ground while the instrument of joy - or anguish- was temporarily forgotten. “Beast Boy, you’ve awoken! I hope you found my music to be most delightful upon stirring. ” She felt pleased with herself. It made sense to her that the morning would have been best enjoyed in the company of music; especially music of friendship and comradely. Whether that mindset translated back to Beast Boy was yet to be known to her. “I’ve also prepared a feast”- to this she glided sideways to reveal her second masterpiece of the day- “in honor of our teamwork. May our friendship prevail against the many forces that wish to destroy us!” "Now," she said, gathering the odd leather bag with protruding pipeholes. It looked like a scottish bagpipe adorned by odd patches of colors. "If you don't mind, I shall proceed with the music to summon the rest of our friends." [/font][/ul][/size] |
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Post by Beast Boy on Feb 28, 2012 10:29:59 GMT -5
Once his ears stopped exploding, the smell fully creeped on Beast Boy’s sensitive nose, and he clapped a hand over it, making his response nasally-sounding. “How could I not?” he demanded. “Couldn’t you just knock or something like a normal person?” Being rousted out of bed by a giant machine designed to burst eardrums did not make for happy, bouncy Beast Boy. Although, it did make for a Beast Boy with no perspective because knocking on his door was not generally effective in waking him up. That fact paled in light of what Starfire had done that morning, though, so any alternative was possible.
“That’s supposed to be food?” he blurted out. His mouth dropped open as he stared at the concoction that bore no resemblance, whatsoever, to anything that might be prepared on Earth to his green little eyes. And his green nose, for that matter. “It looks like something they might make people eat on those tv shows where they eat bugs and stuff.”
The threat of more ear bursting distracted him from the food and smell, though, and he leaped over to grab hold of the instrument. “No!” Realizing that probably wasn’t enough explanation for an oblivious alien, he added, “I’m sure they’re already awake, Star. I have really sensitive hearing, though, and that nearly made me go deaf the first time. Once was enough?”
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Post by Starfire on Mar 4, 2012 16:17:21 GMT -5
“I was not aware that you would have preferred the knocking of the door,” she fiddled with the soft material in her hand, certain now that the item had been an offensive tool that was neither effective or pleasant judging by his tone of voice. Maybe in the hands of the right person? She hid the item behind her back, almost as if doing so would erase her previous action. A blush tainted her cheeks and she tried to dismiss away the embarrassment. She had never done this before, it seemed right when she thought about it but the end results weren’t exactly what she had expected. “I apologize for the inconvenience, friend Beast Boy, I thought that maybe we could all enjoy time together this glorious morning.”
She winced at his reaction towards the food, and shrunk further when he brandished the idea of not playing another musical note. Whatever form of flight she had built in her excitement quickly deteriorate and she was left temporarily grounded. How could this have gone so wrong? At least no one else wondered to the living room. Her disappointed would have been ten fold if everyone else reacted the way Beast Boy did. She tried to look for something else to say, something that would distract her from that silly distress that slowly worked at her heart.
“In my home planet, Zorkaberries and spudligs are deliquesces to be eaten among friends.”
Starfire looked back to her work of art feeling less proud of the concoction. “I suppose it is best if I find some way to dispose of this. We could always order pizza?” She tried to smile, apologetically. Maybe she could fix this? She told herself that there was nothing wrong in trying something new. If anything, she learned that her bagpipes were best appreciated among a tamaran crowd, not earthlings. Their music was just different.
“I shall fetch the phone,” she walked out of the living room, her instrument hugged tight against her chest as she disappeared into her room. Perhaps, Silky might enjoy some of her food. [/font][/size] |
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