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dysproslogs2013-06-20 01:01 am
balzams) wrote in dysproslogs2013-06-20 01:01 am
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Viens ‣ Mission : Busy Pâtisserie
Who: Latvia and anyone signed up for Busy Pâtisserie
What: Don't expect Latvia to come into a kitchen and not make a mess but with a little help he might just make it through the week
When: Anytime between the 12th and the 19th
Where: Chef Montblanc's kitchen
Rating: G
[He was not an expert baker by any means but he knew his way around the kitchen more or less, not to mention free desserts were nothing to be sniffed at. Throughout the week Latvia comes into the kitchen whenever he can to lend a hand]
action a.
[Despite his enthusiasm he wasn't the cleanest of cooks. In a large bowl he whips cream with all the energy he can muster. A little too much perhaps as a careless motion of the whisk causes the whole thing to slip out of his hands and splatter onto the counter and the floor. Be careful not to slip, hopefully he didn't drop it on your shoes]
action b.
[This time Latvia has been decidedly more careful. Using all his concentration he arranges the small balls of pastry on top of each other after dipping them in a bowl of molten caramel. His hands are shaking quite badly and as the tower gets taller it becomes more of a struggle for him to properly stack the dessert. In the end he has no choice but to admit defeat]
Excuse me, could you let me a hand with this?
action c.
[At first glance it doesn't seem like Latvia is here today but maybe if you follow the quiet sounds of someone eating to behind the counter… As soon as he realises he’s been caught he shoves whatever he had been eating into his mouth and practically chokes]
What: Don't expect Latvia to come into a kitchen and not make a mess but with a little help he might just make it through the week
When: Anytime between the 12th and the 19th
Where: Chef Montblanc's kitchen
Rating: G
[He was not an expert baker by any means but he knew his way around the kitchen more or less, not to mention free desserts were nothing to be sniffed at. Throughout the week Latvia comes into the kitchen whenever he can to lend a hand]
action a.
[Despite his enthusiasm he wasn't the cleanest of cooks. In a large bowl he whips cream with all the energy he can muster. A little too much perhaps as a careless motion of the whisk causes the whole thing to slip out of his hands and splatter onto the counter and the floor. Be careful not to slip, hopefully he didn't drop it on your shoes]
action b.
[This time Latvia has been decidedly more careful. Using all his concentration he arranges the small balls of pastry on top of each other after dipping them in a bowl of molten caramel. His hands are shaking quite badly and as the tower gets taller it becomes more of a struggle for him to properly stack the dessert. In the end he has no choice but to admit defeat]
Excuse me, could you let me a hand with this?
action c.
[At first glance it doesn't seem like Latvia is here today but maybe if you follow the quiet sounds of someone eating to behind the counter… As soon as he realises he’s been caught he shoves whatever he had been eating into his mouth and practically chokes]
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Who cares about that I like totally almost died!
Because of Latvia! [Do you have any idea how embarrassing that would have been.]
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[He's sounding a lot less aggressive than he was. Remorseful, even. Although it's more directed at Lithuania than Poland]
Sorry...
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Don't make me call Miss Ukraine. [You don't need Lithuania and Ukraine on your case, do you?]
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Just think before you act next time, alright?
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This isn't fair!
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[Latvia never likes being talked down to but considering his defense mechanisms when he gets scared it's only natural that he comes off as child like. He casts a glare over at Poland and then quickly diverts his attention]
Sorry for tripping you up and stuff...
[It doesn't sound that sincere]
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And sorry, Latvia, but Lithuania already mothers people; he can't help it even more when it's one of his little Baltic not!brothers.]
I'll make sure you don't have to clean up the whole mess yourself, Latvija.
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[Poland scoops some smushed up cupcake out of his hair and chucks it at him. If he's a total mess, Latvia's gonna be one too.]
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[So much for thinking before acting. Latvia raises the mop handle to aim a strike at Poland]
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I told you it was him!
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It wasn't! You provoked me!
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Are you half as old as you look like you are? You're certainly acting like a child! This is completely embarrassing, everyone is staring and you're making a terrible impression! You're a grown nation, stop flinging food around like an infant!
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And what about you? You're always going on about wanting to be treated as an adult, so maybe you should try acting like one! Most school children know better than to hit people with sticks, and how old are you?
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But once Lithuania points out that people are staring Poland loses his nerve and clamps his mouth shut.]
...
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I lost count after 600...
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And I'll call Ukraina.
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Poland chucks the cloth at Latvia, grabbing the mop off the floor. He just wants to clean this up and disappear into his room.]
Jerk.
[Let the overly aggressive sulky floor mopping commence.]
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Idiot.
[And he starts picking up any plates or trays that got dropped on the floor]
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And also to count up how many desserts were lost in this the smallest of Polish-Latvian wars. One, two, three...]
...I'll re-bake anything that's been knocked over.
[...He's just going to be here all night, that's all. He scrubs off the counters.]