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badfic_logs2012-05-13 12:29 pm
was_a_hunter) wrote in badfic_logs2012-05-13 12:29 pm
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Mothers Day Brunch, Open to all
Who: Mary Winchester, everyone
When: Mothers Day
Where: Parlor
Summary: Mary decided to prepare a mothers day party for everyone in the manor.
Rating: T
Warnings: None as of yet.
Anyone who had been looking for Mary the previous day and night would have been sorely disappointed. Particularly since she only allowed herself short naps while cooking everything to prepare for today. Had Dean been there, she would have had help with everything from cooking to tasting...mostly tasting, but she felt that she did okay alone.
She's standing next to the open doors in a pale pink dress with matching flats, paper hearts taped to the doors to show exactly where the brunch was being held.
As soon as everyone walks in, it's clear just how much work went into the place. Most of the regular furniture was either missing, or against the wall, as well as three tables with various foods and the fireplace had a small fire in it, just enough to offset the soft sound of rain tapping the glass. Positioning a few dining tables and chairs in the center and making sure there was soft soothing music being played just completed the feel. After the last bit, they all needed a chance to unwind and she'd needed to blow off some stress with baking. She may have had to use every cooking device in the manor, but it worked out for everyone in the end.
The first table held the meats and main entree's. Roasted chicken, turkey, ham...and for those with more particular tastes, a dish of hamburger patties and hot dogs with the appropriate bread and condiments beside it.
The second table, it could only be called a salad bar. Small cubes of cheese, salad fixings, and bottles of dressing occupied one half of the table, while the other half had a few side dishes.
The third table though...that was her pride and joy. Desserts. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, pies of every basic flavor, cheesecake, and a dish full of various cookies.
She'd wanted to make more, but with such little time and no help, she had already been pushing it. She had just been lucky that the meat didn't need too much maintenance, only the rest of it.
Locking the doors in place, she waited for anyone that decided to join her...even if it wasn't many though, she could store the food and it would serve as snacks and meals for a few days.
When: Mothers Day
Where: Parlor
Summary: Mary decided to prepare a mothers day party for everyone in the manor.
Rating: T
Warnings: None as of yet.
Anyone who had been looking for Mary the previous day and night would have been sorely disappointed. Particularly since she only allowed herself short naps while cooking everything to prepare for today. Had Dean been there, she would have had help with everything from cooking to tasting...mostly tasting, but she felt that she did okay alone.
She's standing next to the open doors in a pale pink dress with matching flats, paper hearts taped to the doors to show exactly where the brunch was being held.
As soon as everyone walks in, it's clear just how much work went into the place. Most of the regular furniture was either missing, or against the wall, as well as three tables with various foods and the fireplace had a small fire in it, just enough to offset the soft sound of rain tapping the glass. Positioning a few dining tables and chairs in the center and making sure there was soft soothing music being played just completed the feel. After the last bit, they all needed a chance to unwind and she'd needed to blow off some stress with baking. She may have had to use every cooking device in the manor, but it worked out for everyone in the end.
The first table held the meats and main entree's. Roasted chicken, turkey, ham...and for those with more particular tastes, a dish of hamburger patties and hot dogs with the appropriate bread and condiments beside it.
The second table, it could only be called a salad bar. Small cubes of cheese, salad fixings, and bottles of dressing occupied one half of the table, while the other half had a few side dishes.
The third table though...that was her pride and joy. Desserts. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, pies of every basic flavor, cheesecake, and a dish full of various cookies.
She'd wanted to make more, but with such little time and no help, she had already been pushing it. She had just been lucky that the meat didn't need too much maintenance, only the rest of it.
Locking the doors in place, she waited for anyone that decided to join her...even if it wasn't many though, she could store the food and it would serve as snacks and meals for a few days.
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True, back then he hadn't known it was also that person whom he had loved, but it was still his best and only friend.
Things happen in war, right? Sometimes you have to make a sacrifice for what is Right.
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"Well we're not all that heartless."
Just don't ask about the horrible things that she's tried to block out of her mind. She only ever truly mellowed out after her parents had been killed, before that most every night was tainted with blood and screams.
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Kanda's answer is just as even and indifferent, but he barely keeps himself from making a slight, mocking grimace. Heartless... such a simple way to put it, isn't it? No, he'd like to be more heartless. Then he wouldn't have to torment himself over it whenever he thinks about it. But it's alright; he's learned to shut things out for long enough to be able to march on. That's life, yeah?