❧ Out ❧ Of ❧ Time
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➷ THE CATCH!: AU-it! If they're sci-fi? Stick them in BCE. If they're Victorian? Put them in the 1920s. If they're from Candyland? Put them into Steampunk Dystopian Veggieland. WHERE IN TIME IS CARMEN SANDIAGO? them. Let's do this.
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(Also put what time period/theme, if you have something specific in mind and think it's unclear.)
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Date: 2013-12-26 06:09 am (UTC)He hesitated, then moved toward the microwave to ensure that he hadn't missed anything remotely metallic. A precaution with a quick method for checking -- remotely safely, in any case. Most of the milder poisons Alexis knew Lucien to occasionally use would be negated, too, after a bit of nuking.
Waiting the extra few minutes to eat scalding hot food would be worth it.
Yes.
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Date: 2013-12-26 06:15 am (UTC)That should be this entire tag.
Instead, after eyebrows, Rene went to take his toast, put a thin coating of both honey and butter on it (one of those days...), applied what little, mostly-fresh (he hoped) fruit he had on top, and plopped a tea bag in a cup, pouring the water over it.
Then, sitting at the kitchen table, he went back to Eyebrows. Now with the addition of eating food that hadn't been nuked to another plane of existence and back.
His... whatever he was (boyfriend was a far cry from seeming quite right) was a unique and strange personage.
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Date: 2013-12-26 07:08 am (UTC)He split his chopsticks and picked at a splinter that would threaten to stab him if ignored. Pushing the food around a bit to allow the steam to escape (and to ensure that there were no strange colouration changes from the additional radiation and heat).
Blowing a little on a pinchful of food. That ... is really hot. Hm.
Well, here goes?
...
...
... well, not dead yet, at least.
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Date: 2013-12-26 07:29 am (UTC)Either way, it smacked into the table's surface and he left it there for a slow, deliberate moment, as if completely in ownership of how absolute that failure had been. He picked up his toast and had another leisurely bite, even, before deigning to pick up the fractured cookie, unwrapping it over a mild chewing, and sorting it out over his plate, to catch any excess crumbs.
And then, as if the cosmos were repaying him for the exasperation put forth here today, he read the fortune slowly, enjoying its wisdom, before pressing it down onto the table, turning it, and smoothing it out for Enjolras to read.
Back away from individuals who are impulsive.
"...In bed."
He took another bite of his toast, and reveled.
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Date: 2014-01-12 08:38 am (UTC)Leaning forward a bit to make out the words, Enjolras had to bite back a smile in order to maintain his composure.
"But we're the most fun." If he were another, he would have purred, but as it was Alexis, it was simply stated as fact.
He'd be opening his own, too, after another bite or two, out of impulsivity itself, perhaps. Slipping the piece of paper from the cookie with a wry expression of curiosity on his face, Alexis read it once to himself.
Then set it carefully on the table face-down by the side of his dish to show a couple lucky numbers and the Chinese word for "house."
And settled back into his food -- and the former mood.
"I can even show you later, if you'd like." With a smirk.