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[worldmother]

Who: Elly, Daniel & Sara; open to Sierra and Mimi as well
When: Forward-dated to 12/1
What: Finishing up the group project from hell
Warnings: Stupid amounts of scrambling, leftovers and energy drinks


She had barely enough time to shower the smell of her parents' giant dog away (which she quickly did after Mimi pitched a fit) and make something resembling decent dinner for the three with the large amount of leftovers she was sent home with, but somehow Elly managed. It was the least she could do, especially after being unavailable for most of the week to get things done. She wouldn't admit that it was part of an underhanded plan to get rid of the food that had been so quickly pushed upon; simply an act out of the kindness of her own heart.

Laptop rested on the coffee table, the redhead made her way to the couch, deflating for the short amount of time that she could before Daniel got there. She felt like she had been running non-stop since Wednesday, and to say that she was tired was an understatement. Tipping her head back, she called through the apartment, "Food's ready if you want to eat," before leaning toward her laptop and going over her notes.

They really shouldn't have put this off. It was going to be a long night.

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[reincarnationception]

There is a knock on the door. Outside, Daniel has his backpack slung over his shoulder. In it is his laptop, as well as some snacks and healthy natural drinks and teas meant to aid blood flow, concentration, and all that other stuff. They probably have electrolytes.

[worldmother]

Pushing herself up, she walks to the door and opens it. "Oh good, you're here. Come on in." She moves out of the way. "I don't know if you've eaten yet, but there's food on the table. Help yourself."

Looking over her shoulder, she made a face. "I have no idea what Sara's doing, or if she's even here right now. I told her what time we were getting together."

[reincarnationception]

"I haven't yet, thanks."

Daniel walks inside and sets his bag on the floor. "I brought some teas and other drinks in case we need them. I have my laptop too so I can get the graphics put together."

[worldmother]

"Then please, help yourself, courtesy of my parents. They always leave me way too much during this time of year." She paused, thinking about it. "Although you're probably sick of turkey and the like too."

[reincarnationception]

"I don't think I've ever had turkey," Daniel said, eyeing the turkey. Hungrily. It sure smelled good.

[worldmother]

Elly looked genuinely surprised. "Really?" Glancing back at the table, she gave him somewhat of an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, it's probably not as good as it would be if it was fresh, but you're more than welcome to eat all you want."

[reincarnationception]

Uh oh abort abort Elly

"Well thanks, it smells great. Anyway, let me get set up."

Daniel takes a seat on the couch and pulls out his laptop and a tablet. While it's booting up he piles a rather... generous helping of turkey onto a plate and sits down, idly munching with surprising speed as he gets photoshop up and running, pausing only to wipe his fingers clean of any grease before he interacts with his computer.

[two_stones]

"I'm not too late, am I?"

And look who's home! From... wherever she was? She has her backpack with her, so probably not any kind of sinful music parties.

[worldmother]

Elly looked at the door with a somewhat irritated expression on her face. "No, but you are late." Sighing, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. "There's food on the table. Grab a plate so we can get to work."

[reincarnationception]

Daniel's plate, meanwhile, had dwindled alarmingly.

"Oh hey, Sara. Good. I'm working on some of the graphics, come take a look and see if you like how the colors are coming out."

The graphics on Daniel's computer are very clean and precisely drawn. The colors are serviceable and well laid out, if unexciting.

[two_stones]

Sara assembles an assortment of side dishes before peeking at Daniel's computer screen. Functional, competent, predictable.

"Not the direction I would've taken things, but for a Psych class presentation, probably for the best. It's very you." Shrug.

"So, you're doing the graphical stuff. What part of this hoedown do I get?"

[worldmother]

Opening up her own laptop, Elly instead went for liquid sustenance of the caffeinated variety. She had nothing against her mother's cooking--she loved it, in fact--but a few days of the same thing and one got sick of it. She would stick to her coffee, thanks.

"You'll be speaking," She said frankly, pulling up her word processor. "I did some research. My notes aren't complete, but I can help make some note cards for you to read from." Her tone flat, it said far more than mere words. Stick to the script and no one would get hurt, they said. "Unless you have some notes of your own. We can always combine them."

[reincarnationception]

"If you have any points you want to make or data you need to present let me know, I've got most of the graphs and charts ready, so I can insert slides as needed."

[allformii_ko]

Mimi stares at the various foods hungrily, but she's also been taught not to eat human food and stick with what was put in her bowl.

Of course, with how tempting that food smells, she might just take the scolding and icky sprays if it means delicious food in her tummy.

By the time Elly walks in again, she'll find the cat has dragged a piece of meat off of the plate and is currently gnawing on it, although she'll freeze when she realizes she's been spotted.

assuming before the guests arrive?

[worldmother]

Walking back into the kitchen after checking her email one final time, she caught the cat in the act, both of them frozen in time. It took what seemed like forever, but Elly finally moved with lightning fast reflexes that she didn't look like she possessed, grabbing the spray bottle on the counter and spraying at her. "No! Bad!"

works for me!

[allformii_ko]

She gives a hiss at the spraying before she picks up the meat and bounds off the table, taking it with her to a corner of the room and munching on it defiantly. This is her food now!

[worldmother]

Normally, sure, she would probably let the cat have it. However, there was a hard lesson here, and Elly would storm over, bending over the cat and lifting the piece of turkey from the floor. "This is people food. Not Mimi's food. Your food is over there." She pointed toward her bowl.

[allformii_ko]

The resulting sound may be the saddest, most distressed cat sound Elly will have heard in her life.

"But it's not fair!"

Her head is low, brushing up against the ground. Is she... starting to cry?

"You made yummy smelling food for everybody but me! I want to eat with you too!"

[worldmother]

And suddenly Elly remembered a time when her cat couldn't talk and wasn't able to guilt trip her as easily. She took a breath, trying to keep her resolve up. It was just a cat. "I know, and I'm sorry. But if I give you this then you'll get fat."

Stay strong, Elly.

[allformii_ko]

"But I don't want to eat mushy food! I want what Elly's having!" It smelled like some kind of bird - and it probably resembled those pigeons she'd been able to get every once in a while more so than the (admittedly delicious but still) canned food that Elly provided her with. Sometimes a kitty just really wants to sink her teeth into something!

[worldmother]

Thinking for a moment, Elly smiled down at her. "I can start getting you dry food too, if you want." That was a change from her usual 'mushy food', wasn't it? "I can even get flavors that are like what I eat."

[allformii_ko]

"It's still not the same!" This is apparently very important to her!

[worldmother]

Elly was stuck. She felt bad to be sure, but she also wanted to stick to her guns. "What if I mix the two? That way I'm still making something special for you, but it won't make you sick."

[allformii_ko]

"It's not gonna make me sick!" Probably. She'd eaten random scraps before, so why would it matter now?

[worldmother]

"But I don't want to take that chance." She frowned, taking the scraps and rinsing them off. "If you got sick, I'd have to take you to the vet, and I would be very sad."