http://umuh.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] umuh.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2011-12-10 11:49 pm

iron chef will one day be set in space

CHARACTERS: Bella Swan & ( ??? )
LOCATION: Passenger Quarters | A Kitchen
WARNINGS: Not all food is liable to be edible? None right now. Will be edited if applicable.
SUMMARY: Bella attempts cooking with what's available. Hey, it's all good for calming down and thinking, right?

Bella had been shifting through things in the storage areas of the kitchen for a while now, setting out the non-perishables she found that might be of some use in making whatever she could come up with. Things looked pretty good so far, what with all the canned something or anothers, the dry goods she'd been hoping to see despite the possibility of the future using just like, what, canned grease from pigs on Saturn, and the fact most appliances were recognizable enough this might not end with Bella lighting something on fire. Given that the kitchen was usually fairly okay by her (only the once in a while burn, cut finger, or the like), she was glad.

Less to worry about as she realized this made day whatever of being here, on the Tranquilty, in space, and not near Fork, Washington, or even planet Earth.

Pulling out a can of condensed milk, or what she thought was condensed milk, Bella wondered if there was anything here that acted like an egg substitute. Might not make the best pancakes in the world, but it would at least make some. Between that and the dehydrated bacon (was it bacon?), it was almost like making Saturday breakfast.

She held up one of the strips of dehydrated meat, grimacing. "Might need some kind of flavoring," she said to herself, not looking forward to trying it out. She'd need to in order to decide, but she was hesitating to make a decision. Once she did, things would get easier. That's the way Bella worked. More or less.

[ Action or Prose all good with me! ]

[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A head appeared in the doorway. Or rather, a tuft of platinum blonde hair which stuck out at very strange and unruly angles appeared in the doorway. It just happened to be attached to a head, as well as a set of scrawny shoulders and an appropriately scrawny everything-else which belonged to a teenage boy. He was small for his age, closer to five feet than five and a half, and he wore a very odd expression as he looked inside. It was an exaggerated expression — one that seemed almost too large for his small face — like Charlie Chaplin acting in a silent film. His eyebrows were lifted high and his mouth formed a very small 'oh' shape, though he made no sound.

When he saw that the kitchen was occupied he smiled in a friendly way.

Instead of saying hi, the boy made a little hiccuping noise in the back of his throat.

Hey.

[identity profile] habitformed.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bella."

When the boy spoke, he revealed his voice to be quiet and rough with disuse. It had a habit of breaking in the middle of words which just made him pull the occasional face; he didn't like he sound of his voice, he thought it was stupid and made him sound lame, but people everywhere made a habit of talking and not everyone could figure out the odd pantomime of his hands and face.

With a finger, he pointed at himself and then smiled in a lopsided way. When he did, his lips pulled away from his teeth form a grin and, from beneath his bottom lip, a tiny silver ball glinted as it revealed himself. A smiley piercing, it was called, and for obvious reasons. "Mouse," he announced and then dropped his hand again with something off a huff. He peeked his head in a little further then inched his way along one of the walls in Bella's direction.

He pointed at the can of condensed milk. "No rush."

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Big Macintosh had taken to walking around, everywhere, wandering and exploring but not necessarily mapping out the endless hallways of the ship. It was more about testing out his legs and his strength, learning the intricacies of this new body, coming to terms with his situation. He wasn't the type to get on the network (or whatever it was called) and chat with bunches of strangers to figure things out. Big Macintosh was content letting knowledge come to him at its own pace, in his own time.

Right now his stomach was making itself known at its own pace. He had wandered back down toward the passenger quarters and used his computer-tablet-thing to help him locate the kitchens. A big ol' apple sounded good right about now, or some dandelions, or even a bowl full of carrots.

When he arrived he immediately recognized Bella and strolled right in, but he didn't recognize that nasty looking thing she was holding up.

"What's that?"

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Pancakes?" Big Macintosh moved closer slowly, looking over the ingredients she had already set out. That wasn't what he had in mind at all but what the hay, right? Someone else was cookin and he was hungry, why not. "Eeyup, sounds alrigh'."

He rounded the counter and leaned down, sniffing at the bacon and wrinkling his nose before he stood up straight and looked over some of the other ingredients. "You need any help? I ain't so great with my hands yet but I used t'cook somewhat."

Big Macintosh kept going back to that stuff, it smelled so off and looked gross. He just had to ask: "Say, what is bacon?"

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeyup," he answered her question about the batter. Big Macintosh had been practicing a lot with his hands and was up for a challenge like stirring something in a bowl, which would take a little more finesse and delicacy. Fingers were much better at delicacy than hooves ever were he had to admit. For delicate things, earth ponies had to use their mouths and obviously that had its drawbacks.

He was about to go and find something to stir with when she explained what bacon was. If he were prone to dramatics or even great emotional display she would see just how disgusted and confused he was by the idea of flesh lying around casually in a kitchen. But this was big Macintosh and all she got was a very pointed, very lingering stare.

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Dunno," he answered honestly. Big Macintosh wasn't sure what that meant, and he was pretty sure not everyone in Equestria was vegetarian. Spike ate gems, for example. Did that have some fancy name? ...what if he'd been turned into a dragon instead of a human, would he have to eat gems to be healthy?

Dear Celestia did he have to eat pig to be healthy as a human? Big Macintosh paled a little and stared at the bacon. This was suddenly a little frightening.

"I like apples most. Do your pancakes have apple in it? I reckon they'd be just fine either way." He didn't want to be rude after all. Did she make pancakes with bacon in them?! Big Macintosh gives her a questioning look; he'd like a little reassurance there isn't pig parts in them pancakes.

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Big Macintosh didn't have much else to say for a minute as he processed this. He idly wondered what ponies were like where she lived, if they had them at all. What did humans normally eat? What did other ponies eat that lived on other worlds? Surely they talked and flew and did everything everypony he knew did. It was all too much to think about and he decided not to think about it anymore right now. He wanted some pancakes.

"Sure we eat cheese and eggs 'n whatnot. My family makes all sortsa pastries 'n things back home. Apple fritters, apple crumble, apple cakes, apple pie, ... that all takes eggs 'n milk or whatever."

Big Macintosh wandered over to where she had been looking and he found a can of peaches. Peaches would be good in pancakes right? He brought that over and started rummaging around for something to open the can with. "I ain't never had peaches outta no can before. My family owned a farm, ya see. We had hundreds of fruit trees."

When he found something that looked like it would open cans he bent over so his eyes were at countertop-level with it and poked his tongue out as he tried to work his fingers properly to maneuver it and the can at the same time and make it work. It was pretty complicated!

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-18 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Carts," he answered quietly. There was the train too, but not many ponies rode it. Big Macintosh was trying to get the lid of the can off but was scared of injuring his fragile pink fingers. They looked like they would cut so easily and that can lid looked sharp and he didn't fancy blood on his peaches.

With the carefullest, slowest of motions he pried the lid off and set it aside. He even sighed with relief at having done it unscathed. Big Macintosh brought the can over to her and set it down triumphantly.

"We didn't lose the farm," he drawled. "Ain't meanin' to be confusing or nothing, I just meant that before I came here that's where I lived, on the family farm. You got ponies where you're from? Unicorns or anything?"

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Reckon we could be rid around like that," Big Macintosh said thoughtfully. He took a step back and looked Bella up and down, wondering how much she weighed. Eeyup he figured he could carry her just fine, if he were still a pony. He was quite a big bigger than the other ponies. They weren't near as tall as humans but ponies were stout, especially earth ponies like him.

"Ain't no humans in Equestria that I ever seen, so we only got each other to pack 'round, you could say. The mare what lives in the library sometimes carries around her assistant though. He's a baby dragon," he clarified.

What he wondered was how there were ponies where humans came from but all the humans seemed amazed by the concept of talking ponies. Maybe the ponies there didn't talk? He couldn't figure it out.

[identity profile] eeyupbuck.livejournal.com 2011-12-18 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eeeeeyup. If a pony gets too nearin' a dragon's gem stash, he's likely as not t' get his tail singed clean off." Big Macintosh gave an amused huff at that. "But dragons'll do that to anything what's get too nearin' his gems."

Being as she seemed unfamiliar with them he added: "That's dragon's favorite food, diamonds n' emeralds and such." He had never spent much time around Spike but he genuinely liked the baby dragon, he had a much calmer disposition than Twilight did, that was certain. Not that he disliked Twilight any but she was good at getting herself all worked up over things.

He leaned one hand on the counter top by where she was making the pancakes and watched with interest to what she was doing. Bella was good at doing things with her fingers certainly, and he admired that. It would take him awhile to be that good at much of anything in this body. "You been cookin long? You look like you know what you're doin."