four ► may there always be angels

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

Whoa... what happened to my room?

[Anyone who enters room 518 will find themselves in the middle of a field at night, stars scattered all around, galaxies and constellations forming a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind view. As one would expect of Lloyd Irving's headspace, it is mostly empty! However, there are three figures walking in the distance: a woman with brown hair, a tall man who looks suspiciously like Kratos Aurion, and a toddler sitting atop the man's shoulders. They always seem to stay out of hearing distance, but Lloyd chases after them for a while anyway.]

W-- wait! Stop!

[Just seeing that silhouette against the stars makes his heart lurch.]

Mom... Dad...

[ooc: Feel free to find Lloyd moping in his own headspace, or try to catch up with the family up there. Scattered in the grass are blacksmithing plans and crude drawings of mom, dad, a dwarf, and some kind of green dog. :|b]

Comments

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Eh?

[He perks up INSTANTLY!]

Sure! I would like that a lot!

[gentleidealist]

[Food is the best cure for angst. As long as it isn't drugged.]

I'm hungry, too. I hope the kitchen's intact. I don't feel like fighting a dragon just to get lunch.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[then thoughtfully]

I wonder what dragon would taste like....ah, then again that's probably not a very nice question to ask!

[gentleidealist]

Probably not that great... I ate a fried snake on a dare once.

[SHUDDER]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Oh...that didn't taste very good?

[He rubs the back of his neck]

Once on a world change, I ate a velcioraptor after all the food supplies got spoiled.

[Yes. All of it.]

[gentleidealist]

There wasn't much to it. Pretty stringy, really. It wasn't as bad as some of the stuff the Professor's made, though.

[Are they really trading weird food stories? REALLY?]

A what? Is that like a bird or something?

1/4

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Oh yes...I remember Professor Sage's cooking...

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[...Give him a moment here as he flashes back to these traumas during the expeditions]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

4/4

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Then he snaps out of it! Perfectly fine now!]

Velociraptor? Oh no, it's a dinosaur! Which...is like a big reptile! They used to live on my planet before they went extinct a long time ago.

[gentleidealist]

[HE KNOWS, MAN. HE KNOWS. He continues on, oblivious to the traumatic flashbacks.] ... Yeah, it's pretty hard to forget.

[a pause]

So what did it taste like?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Ah-

Actually...a bit like chicken, if you'd believe it.

[gentleidealist]

Huh, really? Doesn't sound half-bad when you put it like that.

[WHY ARE THEY EVEN HAVING THIS CONVERSATION]

Is there anything you've tried in Paradisa that you really like?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Mm, it was actually rather good!

[a thoughtful noise]

A lot of things...I used to eat these things called Hot Pockets here. They weren't in my time period, so I never got a chance to eat them before.

[gentleidealist]

Wow, even the name sounds good. What else? [Allen did say 'used to'.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Um....ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, hot dogs, french fries, Twinkies, tacos, ramen, chili, sushi, Vegemite, soda, milkshakes, fry bread, guacamole, tortilla chips and salsa, crepes...[and he keeps going. honestly you might want to stop him before he goes on for the next ten minutes]

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd doesn't stop him. He comments 'mhm' or 'I'd eat that' or 'I've had that, it's really good!' at various points. This is a good chance for a scene change.

SUDDENLY THEY'RE IN THE KITCHEN.]

I'm going to make some curry. That okay with you?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Yep he was oblivious as he was listing them all off and blinks in surprise when he finds himself in the kitchen] Eh?

[But hey he gets distracted by the mention of food! Even better, food being MADE]

Ah- it's more than okay with me! But are you sure you don't mind cooking?

Ah- yes!

[gentleidealist]

Technically we could get it from the castle, but...

[A ghost wanders into the kitchen. Lloyd trails off and stares sidelong at it.]

I'd rather make things myself. [He pulls out a pan, then starts assembling ingredients. It's shaping up to be some kind of szechuan tofu curry.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I see...

[He follows Lloyd's glance. He's used to the ghosts at this point and they don't set off his eye, but he can see why it would disturb the new people. ]

Well, I can help if you like! I tend to eat a lot so...

[gentleidealist]

[He's used to punching ghosts in the face. Also, he doesn't like depending on the castle too much.]

Me too. I like to have thirds. Sometimes fourths or fifths...

[He stares at the pot he picked, then puts it back and brings out a HUGE one.]

Better.

[He starts with the basis of the sauce.]

Know any good stories?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little]

You must have a large stomach then.

[He'll try not to break your pride in your appetite size; he starts digging in the fridge for ingredients]

Eh? What sorts of stories do you mean?

[gentleidealist]

What can I say? I like food.

[Meanwhile, he's still mixing up the sauce and divvying the spices.]

I dunno, anything-- whether it's funny or important to you. My friends sometimes told stories while waiting for food to cook.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I can appreciate that.

[Dumping stuff on the counter! When he has enough, he'll get a knife to start chopping up the vegetables]

I see...hmmm...well did anyone ever tell you about world changes before?

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd lets him help. He only has two hands, after all.]

I heard something about pirates. Why do I always miss the good stuff?