Mademoiselle Noir || Halloween Pizza Party

[CLEMENTINE P.]

▹▹▹▹Clementine had a lot of time to herself. It was no surprise- nor was it anything new, but maybe she had gone a little overboard time. After finding the kitchen in the Observatory, or at least somwhere in camp, well... Let's just say there was now several pounds of pizza dough rising on the counter, and a very flour-covered little girl, with a smudge of pizza sauce across her nose from where she had painstakingly set up an entire production line for pizzas. One side of the table had several balls of dough, little sheets of baking paper to put them on, followed by sauce, cheese, and a variety of toppings, from pepperoni, pineapple, peppers, and whatever she could find in the kitchen's pantry. There was, of course, also drinks- mostly some sodas and juices, but she was sure some adults could find some wine or something more from somewhere. Granted, despite her appearance, she had taken even more time to carefully clean up the mess from the mixing bowls and the ingredients, trying to make the place look a little more presentable. Then, when that had only taken up another small portion of her time, she had gone so far as to cut out some bat and pumpkin shapes out of some sturdy paper, strung them with a piece of string, and had an NPC adult help tack them to the ceiling over the table.

It was simple, but hey, it was something.

"Pizza party! A Halloween contest! Person with the spookiest pizza gets... Something, I don't know, we can talk about it! But there's pizza!" Perhaps it wasn't the best introduction, but she had a feeling that the idea of pizza alone would drag at least a few curious souls over to her bored afternoon of attempted cooking. "But you can come over and make your own pizza and bake them and some hang out!"

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[BABY —]

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YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

YEAH, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T GO BACK, IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY IT'S TOO LATE. YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT YOU SAID NOTHING. HOW COULD YOU DO NOTHING?

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Bless children and their enthusiastic souls.

It was nearly sickeningly sweet to Titan. He hadn't seen such innocence, such purity in a long while. The little serval was filthy, and yet she was e m b r a c i n g it and even inviting others over for her "Halloween contest". The lion was watching from afar, his gentle eyes observing her setup curiously. He couldn't say that he ever had a pizza; in fact, he had only heard of the food a handful of times in his life. His pride had indulged in more traditional food such as freshly-caught deer, wild berries, and bread ( on occasion ). Sugary sweets, fizzy sodas, and greasy plates of food were somewhat of a new concept for the lion.

Seeing as he had no idea how to bake, let alone create a pizza, Titan simply chose to sit out and watch.