[GP/EP] Pie for Pi Day

[st_ackeddeck]

The only ones who might have known yesterday held any significance were Jag and Sunny, and if they did, they also knew her well enough to know she wasn't big on celebrations. Her one tradition, a new deck for her birthday, hadn't been possible this year, since she hadn't found anything like a tarot deck on Asphodel Station. But that was okay.

Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.

Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).

It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.

And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.

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OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

Jackson looked at the tables laid out with a vast array of pies, far more than should ever be brought together outside of a particularly big family feast. But maybe this was what this was, in some way, although he wasn't sure what the occasion for it was. There might have been a clue in some of the crusts, by the look of things, but the pies had already been cut into, leaving no real clue behind.

Still, that was far too many pies for anybody to choose from, and the plate in his hand was still empty as he perused his many, many options. "So many goddamn pies," he muttered under his breath, then helped himself to a couple of slices and headed out to find a table and, hopefully a companion to eat with.

Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

Most of the time, Maya ate healthfully, but that didn't mean she avoided junk food completely. She had just helped herself to a slice that could have come from 2 Bros at home when she saw the doctor talking. It didn't look like he was talking to her specifically, but he did seem confused by the pies.

"Pi day. I had a math teacher who used to bring in pie every year." She probably wouldn't have made the connection herself today, if she hadn't been drawn to the painted flyer on bulletin board. "Somebody is a fan of pie or puns."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Why is... oh." It took Jackson a few seconds to realize what day today must be - he still wasn't paying much attention, but it had to be March by now - and then his brow cleared. "Fond of both, I'd venture," he replied, now filled plate held in one hand as he took in the woman who was talking to him. "I'm Jackson, by the way."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

With the various people here at the inn and the limited options in the shops, it was hard to tell if he was a hipster or from a much earlier time than she was. If it was the latter, she wondered what he thought about some red girl having the balls to speak to him, or the sleeveless tunic and skin-tight jeans she wore. Although he'd been here longer than she had, she thought, so maybe he was used to those kinds of differences by now.

"Maya. You work in the clinic, right?" She wanted to look for a table, but for the moment, she kept her eyes on Jackson so she could see his answer. It was always good knowing who the medical types were. So far she'd had nothing worse than some seriously bad bruises when a spar went further than expected, but she couldn't expect that to continue.

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

She definitely looked like she came from further down the time-line than he did, if her outfit was any hint, but it was hard to tell, with so many different worlds colliding here, and what limited options they had in the hotel shop. In any case, she didn't seem to shy from talking to him, despite her red skin, so that was nice.

"I'm a surgeon," Jackson confirmed. Not that there was much surgery going on, here. "Though there ain't much call for that, here." Or for medical examiners, for that matter. It was for the best, all things considered, but it was boring as all blazes.

Re: OTA

[st_rikingblueeyes]

It was stupid. He was fine.

But when you'd seen a man snatched back from the brink of fucking death, well. That wasn't something you got over quickly. Or at least Corbie couldn't make herself do it. She didn't want to cling or cry or fuss, and much of the time she didn't, but she couldn't ignore or fight every inclination to do so.

Which was why even though she didn't intend to linger, when Jackson found a seat she came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed his cheek.

Re: OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Well, hello, darlin'," Jackson replied, without even checking that this was Corbie. Who else? His hand came up to rest on her arm around him. He wasn't that phased about his brush with death; it wasn't his first, and wouldn't be his last. Now, if the circumstances were a little different from the usual sort, that was best not thought about too hard. "Care to join me?"

Re: OTA

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Who else indeed? Corbie's answer was to hide her face in his neck, hold on for a long moment in silence, and just breathe. She didn't think she was going to cry or anything, her breath was steady, but she still needed to do it. "Do you want me to?" she asked finally.

Jackson & Corbie

[st_illfleshandblood]

"When've I ever turned down your company, darlin'?" Jackson asked, trying to turn and tilt his head so he could catch her gaze. She was still in a state over what had happened, but that didn't mean she should ever doubt that, the way he saw it. "C'mere," he invited her, and patted his lap. If she was going to cling, he might as well be holding her, too.

OTA

[st_x5_494]

Much like his older counterpart, Alec enjoyed a good pie. When he heard there were copious pies today for PI Day, he was all for it. He took a slice of coconut, a slice of apple, a slice of meat pie, and a slice of pizza and then stood in the corner eating his plate, watching the other people come in and out.

Re: OTA

[st_ackeddeck]

"If I didn't know better, I would guess energy projector," Emma said when she saw the amount of food on Alec's plate. But she did know better. After she'd shown him her projections, she'd been curious and as usual turned to the tarot. He wasn't a mutant. There was something there, the Magician showing up in her readings, crossing the Page of Wands or in its past, but she hadn't looked too deeply to see what it meant.

"But I'm glad somebody's enjoying my..." she glanced around at the selection of pies, "baking meditation."

Re: OTA

[st_x5_494]

"Energy projector?" Alec said with his mouth full of pie and a raised eyebrow. He chewed a bit before he continued. "It all tastes awesome, by the way."

Alec & Emma

[st_ackeddeck]

"Concussive blasts, plasma balls, Darkforce constructs... Somebody who can create or coalesce some form of energy, and then project it out. Energy projector." Her projections were psionic energy, but in the broad, sometimes overlapping, categories of mutants, she was considered a psionic first. "They have really high metabolisms, because their powers expend so much energy. Not as high as speedsters, though, but we had more energy projectors in the castle, so I cooked a lot for them when the team came back after a fight.

"Sorry. Patterns and schema are how my brain works. So I keep framing the world in terms of things I know, like mutant abilities even when I know somebody doesn't have the x-gene."

Re: Alec & Emma

[st_x5_494]

That was the second time he heard the term speedsters. "I'm starting to get there are a lot of categories where you guys are from for people with powers." And the powers they could do far outweighed what Alec was capable of, really.

"I do have a high metabolism. Helps you to heal faster and keeps affects like poison and drugs from being in your system for a long time." Good soldiers couldn't be stopped easily. He paused though. "How did you know I'm not an average guy?"

Kitty & Alec

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Kitty had, definitely, heard about the fight in the parking lot. When she saw Alec eating pie like a kid let loose at a fair, her fury boiled over. She phased into invisibility, strode over to him, reached through him for the plate of pie, snagged it, and (with her arm still through his solar plexus) bent her arm up to smash it into his face.

Re: Kitty & Alec

[st_x5_494]

Alec only had a second to react and that wasn't enough. Pie of all kind smooshed right into his face and his nose stung from the impact of the plate itself. He swore and took a step backwards. Pie fell to the floor and Alec was most definitely confused.

Re: Kitty & Alec

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Kitty stepped out of the way of Alec, turned, and punched, materializing her fist just as it collided with Alec's face.

Curnen - OTA

[st_oneswidow]

Curnen could not care less about math. She didn't even remember what pi was.

She cared very deeply about pie.

Enough that while it took considerable effort and she had not managed sitting at a table in a chair, she was not under a table either. The display of food had been too much for her to resist, and would have been even if she hadn't been hungry. Not that she didn't want to be hiding under a table, but Curnen didn't want to put herself any closer to being a dog.

So she was curled up against a wall, holding a plate on her knees as she partook of sweet and savory pies and wondered if she'd want more of the same or something else when she'd cleared her plate.

Re: Curnen - OTA

[st_hotflashes]

See Liz.

See Liz with cream pie.

See Liz fall with cream pie.

See pie fall all over the front of Liz's shirt.

See Liz, an embarrassed 16 year old, climb back up to her feet, red in the face while trying to clean the mess up.

Re: Curnen - OTA

[st_oneswidow]

It wasn't that Curnen didn't care, so much as her standards were so low that she didn't understand what the poor kid was so embarrassed about. It was a fall. Everybody took them. It was a little mess. It was easily cleaned up. And besides, as she was currently finding the floor rather comfortable, she didn't much see why being on it would be a big deal.

Still, Liz was a nice enough kid from what she could tell, and her and Peter mooning over each other was one of the cuter things to watch people do around here. "Hurt yourself, baby?"

Though she looked like she couldn't be that much older, and she wasn't unaware of this fact.

Re: Curnen - OTA

[st_hotflashes]

Liz was very grateful that Peter wasn't around to see her make a fool of herself, even though deep down she knew he'd just be more concerned about her fall than anything else.

She looked up from where she was trying to uselessly clean off the cream from her chest. She was going to need more napkins. "Oh, um... No. I mean, maybe my pride a little." She offered a sheepish smile. "and I ruined the pie."

Tag Pike

[st_illsinging]

Pie was always delicious and it was in no way a great excuse to see Pike... Okay, it was the perfect excuse. Scanlan didn't even know why there was a Pie day, but he was all for it.

He entered, still limping from the shot to the knee Percy had given to him over a week ago. Despite his healing words, he didn't seem to be able to fix the knee completely. Still, he felt like the shot had been fair and so he wasn't going to go running to Pike or Kash to fix it. He'd figure out how to fix it himself... somehow.

He limped over to the table and started looking at the pies, trying to decide which ones Pike made.

Re: Tag Pike

[st_ealthless]

Pike may have been busy putting out fresh pies, but she could never miss Scanlan entering a room. At first, she thought he was moving with some kind of obnoxious swagger. Maybe he was trying to impress people? But upon closer inspection, she changed her mind. He was definitely injured. Without hesitating, she made her way over and pinned him against the wall with a hand to his chest. "What did you do?"

Re: Tag Pike

[st_illsinging]

Being pushed against a wall by Pike was definitely one of the many fantasies Scanlan had of her. He lifted up his hands in faux surrender. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it isn't my fault." Or maybe, probably, it was.

Re: Tag Pike

[st_ealthless]

Pike watched the thoughts zip through Scanlan’s mind and promptly realized the position they were in. Being around Alec had definitely made her more physical than she’d used to be. Freeing him, she looked pointed down to his knee leg and back up again. “You did something, and it’s too bad for you to heal yourself. Why didn’t you come to me?”