IC Voicemail

[everysecond]

...Wait so I'm supposed to do what with this?

I guess I leave a message.

Hey, this is Rileyable Riley. Leave a message.

So does that work?




[ooc: Leave a message for her!]

Comments

[everysecond]

One: You can cook. Two: You'd look way cuter in one of those apron things that we saw in those weird ass pictures.

[Perfectly logical reasoning.]

[tonsofpun]

You can cook, no matter what you say. And ew.

[Ellie plants her hands on her narrow hips and gives her a look.]

Fine. But you're gonna help me. Let's make an omelet.

[everysecond]

Fiiiine.

[She hops down then goes into the fridge to pull out eggs and...some random stuff. At least she's good enough to not grab the bacon.]

Here we go.

[Setting things down, she decides to try something and opens a cabinet that has a bowl and concentrates on it. Sure enough, she manages to get a bowl to come floating out of the cabinet and onto the counter. Sure it drops the last half inch or so but the point is...]

BOOSH! I did it!

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie actually jumps when the bowl floats out and down, take a quick step back before she notices Riley's look of intense concentration.]

Fuck, this is gonna be hard to get used to.

[everysecond]

This is seriously so fucking cool.

[She grabs some eggs so she can crack them in a bowl.]

Come on, girl. We're working on this together, remember?

[tonsofpun]

It is.

[Shit, she can just imagine what Riley's going to get up to, moving objects with her mind. They'd thought she was a force to contend with before, but now? Crap.]

Okay, here-

[Ellie tosses her a whisk while she goes to grab cheese, milk and vegetables to put into the omelet, starts heating up a skillet.]

Have you been messing around with it a lot?

[everysecond]

[Mixing the eggs, she grins at her.]

Hell yeah. Mostly with moving rocks around when I go wandering around. Oh and I was messing with bullets while you were showering once. That was pretty cool.

[tonsofpun]

Okay, break this down for me. Messing with bullets?

[She doesn't follow, but she slaps a bit of butter into the pan, looking at her questioningly.]

[everysecond]

Well I was going to be the amazing mind juggler but it mostly turned into me tossing them onto my pillow instead.

[She slides the eggs over to her.]

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie pours them into the skillet, hands Riley a few vegetables to cut up.

Yeah, they should probably wash their hands, but Ellie forgets about that a lot.]

You think that you could get things like rocks going fast enough to drop somebody?

[Annnd there's something that's changed. Ellie realizes it a second later; Riley's never watched her be particularly ruthless outside of the heat of the moment.]

[everysecond]

Probably. I'd have to work on. I'm thinking I could get them to move like a bullet. Whoosh, whack! Down with the bad guy.

[She eats some of the veggies as she cuts them up to slide them over to Ellie to throw in the pan. She's not that concerned about the ruthless thing, really she's not.]

It'll be fucking awesome.

[tonsofpun]

[The tension between her shoulders relaxes when Riley doesn't seem put off by it.]

It is. Gonna be awesome. I mean, it's a really lucky power. Nobody's gonna be able to lay a finger on you.

[everysecond]

Exactly. I'll be able to throw all kinds of shit around. I just have to keep working it.

[Since it's this fucking cool, that clearly means that Riley is down for practicing with it.]

Man, that smells good. Get the cheese in there too. A fuckton of it.

[tonsofpun]

Dump that shit in there.

[Ellie reaches for the grater and goes to town over the skillet, beaming.]

So yeah, just practice like crazy. You want some company?

[everysecond]

As if I'd say no. You are taking me tree surfing so that means I can have my girl help me practice.

[Obviously. Oh and she's sneaking cheese to eat too.]

[tonsofpun]

Oh no, no. Not that one.

[Ellie steals a larger cube of the cheese from Riley's fingers, popping it in her own mouth with a grin.]

Your girl, huh?

[everysecond]

Maybe.

[She grins at her then takes another piece of cheese for herself. It does help that she's used to calling Ellie her girl so it's easy to be confident about that.]

I cut the cheese for you and this is what you do?

[Totally giggling at saying she cut the cheese.]

[tonsofpun]

Not that one either.

[Ellie grabs her hand this time, plucks it away and starts laughing before she can eat it.]

Real fucking mature. Hey, let's see if I can get it in your mouth.

[She lifts the little cube like she's about to toss it.]

[everysecond]

[She is so down for that. Opening her mouth wide and staying still to let Ellie throw it at her.

Ellie is totally going to be teased to death if she fails.]

[tonsofpun]

[Annnd she sinks it!

Only to realize that she's burning the omelet.]

Ohfuck-

[everysecond]

[She chews on the piece and looks over at the omelet.]

Whoops. That's a burn.

[tonsofpun]

See, this is what fucking happens when you let me cook.

[Ellie rolls her eyes and scrapes it up, glancing at the burned bit.]

Eh, still edible. Give me a plate, would ya?

[everysecond]

Got it.

[She hands it over and even grabs a couple forks.]

Oh...fuck. I got an idea. Get that out and the stove off. Then sit down with your mouth open.

[tonsofpun]

This is either gonna end up stupid or awesome.

[Ellie flicks off the stove, and flops down at the kitchen table, opening her mouth wide, questioningly. She's trying not to laugh.]

[everysecond]

[There's still some cheese left so Riley decides to use it to have target practice. How? She lifts it with her mind to toss it at Ellie's mouth.

The first one misses. Oops.

She tries again.

SUCCESS!]

Yes! I win!