Fourteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[It is time to sum up what Lucas has been doing all summer.  This is the culmination of hours of hard work and dedication.  This is the pinnacle of success for the boy who has been deprived of a normal childhood.  It is also the first time the player has tried a post of this sort.

Four scenarios will be presented.  One is welcome to respond to as many of them as one wishes.  Numbering the initial comment may be helpful.]

First Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  But what is that horrific racket?  As the alarm rings insistently, smoke pours out an open window accompanied shortly after by its source, a flaming brick of some sort that unfortunately lands in a rosebush and immediately sets it on fire.  Closer inspection would reveal that this was once formerly a cakepan.  Closer inspection is, however, impossible due to the fact that a coughing, choking Lucas covered in soot has just run out the front door and is now blasting the burning bush with the hose.  He does not look pleased.]

Second Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  But what is that horrific racket?  Again?  In the park, birds, humans, and anything with ears quietly begin to edge away from the child ostensibly playing a recorder on a bench.  In actuality, he is managing to hit a note that has never been recorded before in the history of mankind.  This is a great achievement and is followed shortly after by the world record of 'most incorrect notes played simultaneously on one instrument'. 

After about twenty minutes of this, Lucas sighs and places the instrument on the bench beside him.  He does not look pleased.]

Third Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  It is difficult to make a horrific racket while drawing, so the town is spared, for now.  He is again in the park, but this time, stares intensely at anyone who happens by.  Those who come up from behind may notice that his artwork is . . . Well, actually, it's not terrible.  He doesn't seem too pleased with himself, though, and there is soon a large pile of crumpled paper around him.]

Fourth Scenario:
[It is not a very peaceful day in Mayfield.  There is a boy in the middle of his yard yelling, screaming, and performing the most bizarre form of martial arts ever invented.  It seems, somehow, to involve a lot of kicking and a lot of . . . yo-yo tricks.  Walk the Dog leaves a trail of burning grass, Around the World breaks off a tree branch with concussive force, and the Forward Pass is . . . actually headed straight at your face.  Whoops.]

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

We haven't done it in a really long time.

[The bush appears to be dissolving.]

Since January.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

That must have been quite the bush to survive up until you assaulted it with your baking.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I-I just thought it would be better if the, um, fire was outside the house instead of in --

You saw that?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*she just smiles. Then again, when isn't she smiling?*

*she'll take a sip of tea, too*

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I guess it's not really something to cover up, but it's kinda embarrassing to set off the smoke alarm three times in a week.

[Lucas pushes aside the wilting branches and takes a look at the smouldering cakepan. After a bit of thought, he turns the hose back on and blasts it directly.]

I wanted to make a cake for Mr. Vince's birthday . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Well, I've dabbled in various forms of cooking, if you'd like some assistance...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Would you really? I'd appreciate that a lot, Miss Shina.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Of course. It's been awhile since I've had time to bake, but I'm sure I can still handle it.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Thank you! Do you have time right now? I can clean up the mess in the kitchen really quick, but if you want to do it some other day, that's fine, too.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

With school still being out for the Summer, I have more time than I know what to do with. Now would be as good a time as any.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK! Please wait here for a few seconds, Miss Shina.

[Lucas picks up the now-smoking brick of a cakepan, throws it into the nearby garbage can, and dahses back inside. He emerges about five minutes later to beckon her in.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*she'll follow Lucas inside, sipping her tea*

I hope you have an extra cake pan.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I bought a half dozen after the first time it happened. There's still three left.

[The kitchen looks . . . relatively clean. There is a cupboard in the corner that probably should not be opened lest a five-foot pile of dirty pots and pans and plates come crashing out, though.]

Here's the recipe I was trying to use. I'm not sure what Mr. Vince likes, but I think most people like chocolate.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Chocolate is a popular choice.

*she'll start gathering the ingredients together*

Hopefully he's not allergic to any of the ingredients.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

The thing is that I'm not really sure what some of these are, so I thought maybe I could use stuff that was similar.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

You should be careful when substituting ingredients. Unless you've already had experience with cooking, more often than not it won't produce the desired result.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

So . . . 'Sprite' instead of baking soda . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Baking soda has no relation to soda pop.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

And since we were out, cream instead of butter . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

It seems we'll need to take a trip to the grocery store first.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . . OK.