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epidemiology2017-01-22 06:31 pm
perma_banned) wrote in epidemiology2017-01-22 06:31 pm
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CHARACTERS: Ban, OTA
DATE: 1/15/17 - 1/22/17 (Late Night)
WARNINGS: Cooking, liquor and possibly fire??
SUMMARY: Ban finds cook books from multiple cultures and worlds in Oska's library--has a go with it.
At least in normal towns, drinking routinely wasn't as boring as Oska had been. There would always be gossip, arguments, and interesting local events to become engrossed in. As it stood, Ban was left to his own devices and his own room by himself on most nights, driven further and further into the hole by his favorite vice. Eventually, the boredom of sitting in the dark and dizzily trying to play solitaire under a tiny lamp wore itself thin as far as time-killers went.
At 3 AM one night, he wandered into the library, still too far gone to make heads or tails of most of the sections he was looking for. Though he could read most of it, some of it went far over his head--as plenty of cook books used preparation techniques that didn't necessarily involve ingredients he had ever heard of. It took him awhile to find cultural texts that actually gave him what he needed, presented easily enough for him to understand.
With the two or three books he managed to find that made sense, Ban stumbled into the kitchen on the second night and began trying out recipes. He didn't have any clue whatsoever as to why he was putting the effort in, but it was doing its job distracting him while he was drinking. Bottles of wine were stacked in one corner of Oska's gigantic kitchen as he tried out recipes, occasionally bringing a pencil down to pages to make his own 'corrections'.
Upon being discovered, Ban would hardly notice company. He would mutter to himself as he was poring through one of the poorly worded recipes, crossing something out and adding a correction in to compensate for what seemed to be the author's misunderstanding. Regardless, he was there nearly every night in the dead of night, drinking the night away and giving the kitchen a deeper aroma of more and more meals at odd hours.
DATE: 1/15/17 - 1/22/17 (Late Night)
WARNINGS: Cooking, liquor and possibly fire??
SUMMARY: Ban finds cook books from multiple cultures and worlds in Oska's library--has a go with it.
At least in normal towns, drinking routinely wasn't as boring as Oska had been. There would always be gossip, arguments, and interesting local events to become engrossed in. As it stood, Ban was left to his own devices and his own room by himself on most nights, driven further and further into the hole by his favorite vice. Eventually, the boredom of sitting in the dark and dizzily trying to play solitaire under a tiny lamp wore itself thin as far as time-killers went.
At 3 AM one night, he wandered into the library, still too far gone to make heads or tails of most of the sections he was looking for. Though he could read most of it, some of it went far over his head--as plenty of cook books used preparation techniques that didn't necessarily involve ingredients he had ever heard of. It took him awhile to find cultural texts that actually gave him what he needed, presented easily enough for him to understand.
With the two or three books he managed to find that made sense, Ban stumbled into the kitchen on the second night and began trying out recipes. He didn't have any clue whatsoever as to why he was putting the effort in, but it was doing its job distracting him while he was drinking. Bottles of wine were stacked in one corner of Oska's gigantic kitchen as he tried out recipes, occasionally bringing a pencil down to pages to make his own 'corrections'.
Upon being discovered, Ban would hardly notice company. He would mutter to himself as he was poring through one of the poorly worded recipes, crossing something out and adding a correction in to compensate for what seemed to be the author's misunderstanding. Regardless, he was there nearly every night in the dead of night, drinking the night away and giving the kitchen a deeper aroma of more and more meals at odd hours.
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