freshly baked

[clottedcream]

Who: Clotted Cream Cookie and YOU!
What: Get your hot fresh cookies here-- no I mean there's a new cookie in town
When: Mid-month
Where: The inn and also the network I guess, there is a network prompt
Warnings: none??

i. 「in person」

[Clotted Cream Cookie, the last he remembers, had been out on the trail, searching for fragments of Soul Jam with Financier Cookie and the Pearl Legion. His surroundings then had at least been familiar, with cake roll trees, brown sugar paths, and sugar marble bridges. But after a moment of fuzziness and voices he doesn't know, he finds himself opening his eyes to cramped and dark surroundings, metal and the smell of burnt dough, and a woman opening an oven door with a gasp of surprise.

Not at all traumatizing! Not one single bit!

To his credit, he's taken it well. He's also taken not being a Cookie anymore fairly well. As Consul, he is more than experienced in the practice of conceal-don't-feel, so he meets the woman's kindness with his own. He's given a book, an explanation, and sent on his way.

Except now, now that he's not under direct observation, he's just sort of… processing, as he sits on the steps of the inn. Maybe in a little bit of mild horror, distantly and sort of blue-screen-y. His dough is now soft and riddled with scales in places, his frosting seems to be in individual strings, his boots and gloves fit oddly on his hands and feet. The aforementioned articles of clothing have now been removed to show webbed and clawed fingers and… foot-fingers? And fins? On his ears???

The netbook sits beside him on the steps, ignored. On top of it is a single, freshly-baked scone. Also ignored. Talk to this poor, confused-looking merman?]


ii.「on the netbooks」

[This handwriting is new, and very, very neat and tidy. You can practically feel the legalese wafting off of it.]

Greetings. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. I have recently found myself here, and felt that an introduction was in order. It is a pleasure to meet you all, despite the circumstances.

I am admittedly curious as to how this book works. Is it magic, or perhaps magichanical in some way? Or does its function remain a mystery?

Comments

i. pls thank

[succiduous]

[Oh hey an Aegir! Neat.

This is what Gnosis assumes, anyway, because he has no reason to assume that CC is or ever was a cookie, and his features are distinctly fishlike, therefore he is an Aegir, therefore Terran, therefore this conversation should go over very well and will not at all leave anyone confused. After all, Clotted Cream Cookie is not the only person here with animal features; Gnosis has feathers in his hair that are very much part of his head. Where else do animal-people come from other than Terra, etc.]

You're new here, I take it.

[The depressed, confused aura sort of gives it away. Gnosis will sit down next to what he's perceiving as a lost Aegir, unbothered by the snow.]

[clottedcream]

[Though he's sitting in a pretty centralized location, actually being approached startles him a bit. Not outwardly, not outside the tiniest of eye-flinches, because he has practiced his poise far too much to be truly outwardly startled. But still!

Ah. Another Cookie that's gone through... whatever this is?? Surely not rebaking. That can't be what this is... can it?]

Ah. Yes, I'm afraid that I am.

[All too quickly, he shifts back into composed mode. It's as easy as breathing.]

Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[succiduous]

[. . .]

Ah, you aren't Aegirian, then? [Gnosis holds his hand out to shake either way. He was there for the Great Cookie Netbook Fight Of Whateveryearitishere. Please don't look at your netbook CC.] Ahem. Gnosis Edelweiss, Chief Technical Officer of Kjerag's Karlan Trade and member of Rhodes Island's technological development department. A pleasure to meet you.

[And then he pulls a business card out of his pocket and hands it over. This, too, is as easy as breathing.]

[clottedcream]

[... ah. Not a fellow Cookie, then. Which makes this even more strange. He's never heard of an Aegirian. This clearly isn't anywhere even remotely close to Earthbread, likely.]

I'm afraid not.

[But CC will gladly accept that handshake and return it in kind! His grip is firm, but not too tight. Another clearly practiced thing. He will also accept the business card, peering at it in polite curiosity, because it simply backs up pretty much everything he was just told anyway.]

I assume that you were not a Cookie before you came here, then? Was your appearance also changed?

[succiduous]

["Here's my business card to this company you'll never get to trade with because we're stuck here" energy.]

No and no. I am a Liberi — a "bird" if we have to resort to colloquial terms. Nothing about my person has changed significantly. It begs the question as to why you would be changed into a more... hm, Terran form, I'll say. What do you last recall doing before your arrival, if I might ask?

ii

[sesa]

It is simply magic, from what I understand. Of a sort I would assume you would be potentially familiar with, being...uh. A cookie? Am I reading that right?

It's good to meet you, Sir Consul. My name is Sesa, weaponsmith, video-game aficionado, a mere mortal yet somehow possessed with limitless powers beyond our understanding-!!

Also I look like this.

[He draws a little dragon under his name.]

[clottedcream]

[Oh! A dragon! Finally, something familiar.]

I see! Yes, you are correct. I am a Cookie. Although, in coming to this place, my appearance seems to have been altered somewhat.

[somewhat]

[sesa]

I've never met a cookie before! Or, well, not one that could talk back, at any rate! What flavor is Clotted Cream, anyway?

[It sounds tasty, whatever it is.]

So what do you look like now? Can you describe it?

[clottedcream]

Clotted cream is a buttery sort of cream that goes very well on scones with jam.

[please do not eat him]

Regarding my current appearance, my dough appears to have softened considerably, but it is also covered in patches of scales. Likewise, I appear to have fins on my ears, my forearms, and my legs. It is almost as though I've been partially turned into something from legend, although that cannot account for the softness of my dough or the change in my frosting.

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[purevanillacookie]

Consul! I was unaware you had been brought to this world as well! Are you safe? Are you well?

[clottedcream]

[For a moment, he sits and stares at that handwriting. The use of Consul doesn't startle him considering he used the title himself in his introduction, but still. Does he know this handwriting...? Something about it feels familiar, beyond the familiarity of the words.]

Yes, I am in a safe location and am quite well, thank you.

Who might I be speaking to, if I may ask?

[he wasn't looking at the book earlier]

[purevanillacookie]

[Oops.]

Ah, forgive me, my friend, I was so caught up in worry, I do not think you have ever seen my handwriting. It is Pure Vanilla Cookie.

[clottedcream]

[PURE VANILLA--]

Pure Vanilla Cookie! You as well? Please, tell me: are you still a Cookie? Have you retained your dough?

ii. i'm very sorry

[cryopathy]

[their pretty but not overcomplicated script has been matched!]

The Créme Republic? I've been there quite a few times, myself. Not so much as of late, unfortunately...

CRYING

[clottedcream]

Oh, truly? Then I assume you are a Cookie as well. Might I have your name?

[unheiring]

Ignore her

[clottedcream]

Oh.

So... I assume that was not a true statement, then.

[cryopathy]

"Sparkling Moscato Cookie" would be apt, I think.

[clottedcream]

[... oh that's odd, why does that sound strangely familiar...]

Aha, well, that sounds like quite the interesting flavor.

[unheiring]

Kiera. Do not.

[cryopathy]

You're neither my father nor my superior. You can't tell me what to do.




:)

[unheiring]

I do not give a damn about that.
I will waterboard you.

i. hewwo i've come to bother u

[interestingtimes]

[This wasn't an unusual sight.

Someone new here seemingly in a fog, lost in their thoughts as they process what has happened and where they are. She certainly remembered feeling that way when she arrived.]

You're new here, right?

[She moves a little closer to him, but giving him enough space to shoo her away if he so wishes to be alone.]

gasp

[clottedcream]

[Oh!

Luckily, he doesn't shoo her away. It would be remiss of him to dismiss someone so callously when he's only just arrived, after all, and she seems kind enough. So, she receives his best and most diplomatic smile.]

Yes, I am. Pardon the intrusion. I am still adjusting to... well. To everything, I suppose.

[He laughs lightly, standing from his seated position. It's an understatement, but he's being polite.]

My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Crème Republic. And you are?

[interestingtimes]

[That is a mouthful.

And here she thought Pure Vanilla Cookie was a mouthful.

... Was that rude to say about a cookie?]

It's a pleasure it meet you. My name is Taliira A'Daragon, formally one of Lolth's Priesthood and Youngest Daughter of Den A'Daragon.

[She does a little bow. She knows how to be formal, nobility and all that.]

I know it was... rough trying to settle and get used to the area at first, though I can't imagine doing that with a whole new body. If there's anything I can do for you, you need but ask.