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.

Comments

[provenforce]

Rey hums thoughtfully, looking over what Cosima has assembled thus far, picking up a few things and turning them over before putting them back down.

"Have you considered using a piece of steel chainmail? If we could hook a piece up to a frame, it would probably do the trick." Short of hand constructing an entire wire basket by hand, that seemed like a simpler route.

[youwonscience]

"Oh, that's a good idea if we could get it on some kind of frame. The holes are a little smaller, but I don't think so much so it should be a problem. We'd have to clean it really well, of course, and make sure it's perfectly dry after we did, but that's way easier than building something from scratch."

She reaches for her notes, to jot down the suggestion and a few related considerations. "Mail's kind of heavy, so whatever we used would have to be sturdy."

[provenforce]

"There might be some mail that has a looser knit, that would be lighter... But I might have something in my room that could work as a frame. I tend to collect junk that comes in, to use for projects." She gets a distant look as she mentally goes through her catalogue of items she's accrued, before nodding.

"I definitely have something that'll work."