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[porcelainpride]

[Kurt's not having a good couple of days. The jarring and unnerving earthquake had the unfortunate side effect of completely leveling his major base of operations, the diner. So all cookie-baking activity has been moved to his house, which has a much smaller kitchen.

Never one to let troubles get him down, Kurt is carefully picking through the rubble to see if any spatula's survived. He could use the help, if you're passing along.

Or, if you're too far away, he's accidentally(?) left his communicator on, so the song he's softly singing can be heard all over the network.]

Comments

[Action]

[preytosociety]

[Lydia was just passing by on her way home when she saw him. The implications of Kurt losing the diner hadn't even occurred to her until now.

She approaches, stepping carefully around any fallen debris in red heels that were just not meant for this kind of terrain. But Kurt was worth it. He was definitely also worth an attempt at consoling him that might not end well. Lydia needed more practice.]

... You really do have a beautiful voice.

[Action]

[porcelainpride]

[Ohhh, a Lydia. Kurt jumps a little, almost dropping his sadly-crushed frying pan. Then he offers a wan, but genuine smile.]

Thank you. You can never go wrong with a showtune, I've found.

[Action]

[preytosociety]

[She takes a few more tentative steps and eyes the poor excuse for a pan.]

Sweetie, I don't think there's much here worth saving.

Re: [Action]

[porcelainpride]

[He halts, shoulders slumping a little.]

I thought...it wouldn't hurt to look, at least...

[Action]

[preytosociety]

... [Ugh. She could practically here the concerned tones of Kobra saying 'nice one, Lyds' and really hoped that didn't mean he was turning into her conscience.]

Need any help?

Re: [Action]

[porcelainpride]

[Kurt hesitates a moment, then shakes his head, gently setting down the mangled frying pan and wiping his hands on his pants.]

No...no, I'm all right. I don't want to get too messy and I definitely don't want you to get messy.

[Action]

[preytosociety]

Are you sure? Because despite sharing a house with three other people, I typically get the shower whenever I want.

[The robot barely needs it and the other two seemingly barely use it. She looks down at the rubble again before gesturing towards her house.]

I was just going to make some soup. If you wanted to join me.

Re: [Action]

[porcelainpride]

[After a moment of hesitation:]

...what kind of soup?

[Action]

[preytosociety]

[She shrugs, smiling apologetically] Tomato from a can?

[audio]

[gloryisbullshit]

Broadway, you are never gonna be anything if you don't figure out how to project.

Re: [Action]

[porcelainpride]

...I'll bring cheese crackers.

Re: [audio]

[porcelainpride]

Rude. I wasn't talking to you.

[whalegod]

[Honestly, the only reason why The Outsider had followed Kurt was because he didn't have much else to do. He'd slipped down the path a ways behind Kurt, not sure at first where his room mate was heading. Sadly, it was nowhere of interest, so he broke cover fairly quickly.]

What are you looking for here?

[porcelainpride]

[Kurt jumps a little, dropping the crushed saucepan he'd unearthed, then sets his hands on his hips.]

Hello to you too.

[gloryisbullshit]

Just singin to me! Whattaya doin?

[porcelainpride]

Trying to save things. It's looking grim.

[gloryisbullshit]

What's to save? B, get outta there, you're gonna hurt yourself.

[porcelainpride]

There might be some of my pans... [He has the saddest tone of voice ever, because the diner was his happy place.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Quiet on Party's end for a little, then a sigh.] What I gotta do to get you out the mess?

[porcelainpride]

...make me cake and tell me I'm still cute.

[gloryisbullshit]

I think I got a handfulla compliments and a...broccoli. A broccoli. In the fridge. At my house.

[porcelainpride]

....I'll make do.

[gloryisbullshit]

Come by the Kid's place. I'll leave the door open. Or you can break in, like the cool kids do.

[porcelainpride]

I'd rather walk in, thanks.

[whalegod]

[The Outsider simply tilts his head slowly to the side, studying Kurt.]

Is this pile of rubble... is it important to you somehow? Or are you simply scavenging for something?