and still no fried ice cream, what a tragedy

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Cosima, Church, ALL Y'ALL
WHAT: Frying food. Possibly frying things that aren't food. A slow descent into crazy.
WHEN: During Phase One
WHERE: Gallows kitchens, primarily
NOTES: They made an announcement, this is just during the whole period of time. We'll have toplevels for each of them, and unless specified, there's going to be threadhopping since they're in the same place at the same time.

It had started with a meeting of active minds, more active now than before. And then a gathering of supplies and a taking over of the kitchen between meals. They tried not to be in the way when there was cooking for meals, because otherwise that would be very rude, and they didn't need a whole lot of space to set up what they needed, a makeshift deep fat fryer.

But, of course, because of the Plot, this isn't just gonna be happy fun Rifter food times, so I hope you're not super put off by the sight of two obsessive and restless Rifters making a mess of things and not sleeping and practically forcing fried mostly veggies on everyone.

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[aceso]

Christine's eyes narrow at him. Can he not even see how obsessed he's become with this project? He can't sleep, but says he's not tired. He's not taking care, because he burned himself with his experiments. Is there nothing she can do to save him from himself? At this rate, he may continue until he drops dead.

"And when will it be done? When you have fried every single food item in Thedas?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Not a bad idea," he says with some distraction. In fact, the distraction seems to last a distressingly long time, until he finally blinks and looks up at her. "Hey, listen, I know, I've been kinda neglecting us lately cuz of this, but then I'm gonna spend a lotta time at home when this is done and it'll be great and we'll both be great. Oh, I can give you some scraps to feed the pooch and maybe use in some stews? I can throw that together." New thing to do! New thing to occupy his always busy hands.

[aceso]

Reaching him seems hopeless. Though he's right here beside her, his mind is a million miles away. He may as well be across the ocean, or back in his world again, because he isn't here. Slowly, she forces herself to stand, placing a hand on his shoulder and stooping to kiss his forehead.

"Do not stay up too late," she says, her voice defeated. He won't listen. He's already gone. Perhaps she can discuss this with Sam, and together they can tie Church down to a bed and make him take a sleeping potion. But on her own, she can do nothing. Her words mean nothing. There's nothing she can do alone.