Week 2

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[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.

All you know is... something has to change soon.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[Maybe the hug took her just a little by surprise, but Angel didn't seem to mind it, either. She pressed her face against the woman's shoulder, thin limb snaking around Queenie's own waist and returning the embrace. Sure, her cheeks were a little flushed (she couldn't think of the last time she'd hugged anyone), but it was clear she was more elated than anything.]

I... could not have done it, if not for you.

[goteachother]

Oh, honey we're just getting started!

[Which get Angel another squeeze before Queenie releases her.]

Alright 2 more and then we'll actually start scrambling 'em yeah?

[brokencode]

Alright!

[Turning back to the task at hand, Angel plucked up the last two eggs. The first was just as much of a success as the one previous, while the second resulted in another small piece of shell.

After fishing out the remnants, Angel turned her attention to the whisk that Queenie's magic had snatched up, she took it into her hands and held it over the eggy goop.]

This next, right?

[goteachother]

Mmmhmm. 's easier if ya start out breaking the yolks so they mix up faster. Just kinda... pin 'em to the bowl and they'll break.

[ And while Angel is doing that part she's going to be collecting milk, salt, pepper, and maybe some paprika. Once everything's set up on the counter she just watches Angel work for a long moment.]

You'll want to add a little bit of everything I... don't actually use measurements so it's hard to say exactly. Mostly it's "to taste".

Which doesn't help much does it?

[brokencode]

[That seemed easy enough. One by one, Angel went through, breaking the yolks against the side of the bowl. When it came down to whisking, though, it... looked a bit more like an awkward stirring motion. She knew it wasn't right -- the stringy yolks seemed to swish around rather than get mixed in.

Queenie's mention of spices was a bit of a welcome distraction from her own failings.]

It... doesn't [A smile crossed her lips.] But I can still try, at least!

[goteachother]

[Awkward stirring... right.

Queenie stands behind Angel, reaching around her to settle her hand over Angel's, adjusting her grip on the whisk, and guiding her hand through the motion. SLow at first but then urging her to go a little faster and probably splattering a little bit of egg out of the bowl.]

There ya go, gotta have a little umph in it.

[brokencode]

[Angel was getting used to a lot of things about Queenie, her physical nature being one of them. And really, it was doing wonders for her own adjustment process. How better to get used to the touch of another person than by having said touch be both kind and unrelenting.

As the egg splattered out of the bowl, Angel found herself laughing. This whole thing was silly, not to mention a welcome lesson from a kind woman.]

Some umph, okay.