God, That's Good! (Meatless Edition) [closed]

[andhiswife]

The fixtures are still foreign, and the layout still feels counterintuitive and strange. But maybe that's just as well. Greta will teach herself new ways of navigating this tiny kitchen, new patterns of motion, and soon she will stop being tripped up by the fact that she's no longer moving in tandem with somebody else. It would be cramped if anyone else was trying to work here, anyway.

And they're fine, back home. They're fine. She will be fine, as well.

She is fine, now, in fact - indulging in some cautious optimism as she wipes flour off the table (there is not enough counter space here; she has had to improvise), half her attention on the pies in the oven. Iman likes pie, doesn't she? Everyone likes pie. Greta made two different kinds, just to be on the safe side. It seemed only right that she do something in return for Iman's help the other day, and now that she no longer feels like a plague victim, there's no reason to wait. It's not as if she has anything else on her schedule.

She hopes Iman likes pie.

The blueberry finishes a bit sooner than the raspberry, but both are cooling on top of the stove by the time eleven o'clock rolls around. Greta hangs up her apron and wipes (most of) the flour off her face, then starts some tea, casting periodic glances toward the door.

ain't no party like a tardis party [open to everyone forever]

[i_jones]

Once you get to the TARDIS - because you did follow those blue balloons through Central Park, didn't you, you got that clue, and maybe those of you with good (or not-bad) intentions found it a little easier to find, and were drawn to it, even - anyway, once you get to the TARDIS, you find a sign on the door, which is ajar. No, not that sign, a handwritten sign taped to the front that says PARTY (I PROMISE) with an arrow pointing inside. And yes, oh, isn't the console room nice, how merry-go-round, whatever. More importantly, there are signs on every door out of the room that say assorted things like PARTY THIS WAY and ALSO THIS WAY and JUST PICK ONE REALLY. There is one festive balloon tied to the console.

If you go through any or all of the doors, you'll find yourself in a room with a very large pool (that one might say looks like this one except much grander in scale). The pool is lined, not excessively, with taps in various shapes, sizes, and colors. Some pump out bubbles, some foam, some clouds, some... who knows? Surrounding the pool are chairs and tables with appetizers, desserts, drinks, and various types of cake. Also pie. There's a jukebox tucked into a corner playing a mixture of 80s songs, unfamiliar songs from various points in the future, and the occasional song in an alien language with a good beat. There are rooms if you need to change, and some doors might even take you to the wardrobe room if you need a bathing suit. And I guess you could explore further if you really wanted to, but why do that when you can party? Because most doors will probably lead you back to the pool room, let's be real.