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[yelloweyesdarksomething]

WHO: the Monster in the Darkness and OPEN
WHERE: Just inside the front doors of the MAC
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: adorableness?
SUMMARY: Monster is offering anybody who enters, leaves or passes by the MAC
FORMAT: TAGGER’S CHOICE



The Monster had made stew. And it was terrible. Okay, it wasn’t that terrible, but no one could say it was a particularly good bowl of stew. But it was edible! Mostly.

The problem was, he had made too much of it. If he was back home, he’d be able to eat all that stew no problem, but he wasn’t back home, and his tiny kid’s stomach couldn’t take all that stew. He kept leftovers when he made stew and lived on it for days, but today he had forgotten he already had leftovers.

The stew was hot and totally yummy, he thought, so maybe other people would like it. Yeah, that’s it!

On Saturday afternoon he grabbed the really big pot of stew (enhanced strength helps with that), and brought it to just inside the main doors of the MAC, with paper bowls. He stood by it with his umbrella and looking like a very darkness-free cheerful kid, very enthusiastically offering it to anybody who came by.

The next day he still had some left so he heated it up and brought it down again.

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Sunday afternoon?

[paints_lanterns]

Rapunzel was getting a bit tired of the cold. In the one day she had returned home, she remembered how nice it was when it wasn't cold all the time, and frankly, she could do without it. At least the snow was pretty, in a way that made her feet hurt if she stayed out in it too long. So she'd been staying inside, for the most part.

But she needed groceries, so out she'd gone. She had a large brown bag in her arms as she stepped into the MAC, her short brown hair slightly damp from the weather, her bare feet perhaps a little bit blue. She shifted the bag to close the door behind her and spotted the boy sitting there with...stew? Huh.

"Hello!" She smiled pleasantly at him as she tugged the door closed with a click and shifted her grip on her bag again. "What are you doing?"

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

A twinge of recognition - he knew this person, right? Oh yeah, he's talked to her once! (Twice). He holds out a paper bowl, smiling. "Hi there! You're the princess, right?"

"I made stew. You want some? 'Cause I'm not gonna eat it and if I keep it it's gonna go bad and make me sick."

[paints_lanterns]

"Uhm," she looked a bit embarrassed at that but nodded, smiling weakly. "I think so but, uhm. Just call me Rapunzel, please."

Rapunzel could smell the stew, and while it didn't smell terribly appealing, she'd discovered a number of foods in the city that smelled strange but tasted delicious. "I'd love to try it."

She genuinely meant it too, shifting her bag into one arm again and leaning it on her hip.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"Okay! I'm Monster."

He grabbed the ladle and poured a bowl, and just before he handed her it, he paused. Huh, Rapunzel. He shrugged and held out the bowl.

"There was another lady named Rapunzel, but she had really, really long hair."

[paints_lanterns]

Rapunzel paused at his name, reaching out to take the bowl he offered her...and now being stuck with both hands full because of it. After a few seconds of careful shifting, she managed to set her bag on the edge of his table.

"Oh, that's me too." Now that she had a free hand, she reached up to tug on her short hair lightly. "It was all cut off. And, I think we spoke before but you were just...eyes on my screen." She considered the stew carefully without actually making any attempt to eat it. It certainly smelled...interesting.

"Unless there is someone else here named Monster."

Saturday afternoon

[kindestpegasus]

Fluttershy was on her way down for an afternoon walk/fly and to stretch her wings when she smelled the stew permeating through the MAC lobby. There was a funny little boy apparently selling... stew of some sort. Odd.

"Um... excuse me, but... um... what have you got cooking there?" she asked.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"Stew! You wanna try some?"

He blinked. Wow, her hair was totally pink. He stared at it a little, because hey, he liked pink! He snapped out of it for a second before offering her a paper bowl.

[kindestpegasus]

"Um... okay, I will," she replied, picking up a bowl. It smelled... unusual, not really like anything she could remember smelling before.

"What's... in it?"

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

He scratched his head. "Uhm, lots of stuff? Like, uh, meat and vegetables and potatoes and yummy things."

What counted as "yummy" was mostly yummy to Monster.

[magicalworld]

Calvin was going by the MAC, and smelled something... yummy? He smelled something at least, and decided he needed to investigate if only for the sake of curiosity.

When he entered the building, he saw the kid with the umbrella, who had apparently gone into the fast food business. "Hey Monster, what have you got there?" He asked.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

The Monster grinned at Calvin and rushed to get a bowl for him. "Hi Calvin! I made stew. You want some? It's totally good!"

He said it with all honesty but his taste was, of course, questionable.

[magicalworld]

"You made stew? You cook?" In Calvin's worldview, culinary arts were exclusively reserved for grown-ups, his own disastrous attempts at making eggs and pancakes notwithstanding. What he saw when he peered into the stew pot did not do anything to change this view. "What kind of stew is this?" He asked, wrinkling his nose as he tried to discern what formless shapes lurked within. "Interesting aroma."

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"Um, I can make stew and popcorn and stuff but not really anything else."

Monster peered into the stew pot after Calvin, as if that would give some glimpse into what Calvin meant by 'interesting aroma'.

"It's stew! There's um, beef and stuff in it."

Saturday

[notadartboard]

Well, this wasn't the sort of thing you saw every day. Even in this place.

Sanji was on his way out to the market when he came across the strange sight. He lit up a cigarette before even walking outside (like a jerk) and paused to have a good look. "What've you got there, kid?"

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

That guy, Monster thought, had really weird eyebrows. Eyebrow. Whatever. He smiled at him all the same.

"It's stew! I made it. You want some, mister?"

[notadartboard]

"No thanks," Sanji said honestly, "I have enough to eat upstairs." He had to lean over and give it a sniff test, though, because really, kids usually didn't even know how to make stew, much less offer it to others.

His refined chef's senses recoiled a little. It was edible but not the best, showing a hint of potential but completely missing the mark otherwise. His lips twitched thoughtfully. To teach or discourage? Sanji wasn't interested in teaching people to cook. But he also couldn't let them just go around offering crap to just anyone. He opted for the middle ground. "Is there some particular reason you're having a stew-station?"

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

He looked a bit disappointed that weird eyebrow guy didn't want any, but when he spoke his excitement crept in. "I um, kinda made another pot when I still had some left from last time. So I thought, 'this might make people happy!'"

Saturday, late

[livesarock]

[Zel is carrying his broadsword over the shoulder like it is the most harmless, natural thing to do in a densely populated city. whatever, man – he isn't thinking about appearances. he is tired. he wants nothing more than to climb upstairs, curl up on the couch with Terra and...

and...



what the hell is that smell?

he squints, seeing a funny shape in the doorway as he climbs the steps. when the automatic doors woosh open...]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

[ gasp, it's that guy! ]

Hi Zelgadis! You want some stew? I totally made stew.

[livesarock]

Hi...[man. what was this kid's name again? did he have one? Zel's not sure. so he's more frowning about that than...stew?]

Did you make too much or something?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Yeah... but that just means that other people can have some too! Sharing is good, right? [ he bounces a little ]

[hexappeal]

Since most people she was closer to that lived in the City proper had been ported out, she didn't often wander about the way that she used to. It was still big enough to hold her interest and keep her plenty busy, but she'd been preoccupied with that lovely performance space she's been renovating.

(She'd hired a friend as a foreman, but would hang out and keep him from his work; very little was getting done. And now he'd been ported out. At least it gave her an excuse to finish it once and for all, even if it was by magic rather than the old fashioned sort of way!)

Though the weather was a little gloomy, Zatanna enjoyed it every now and then. Rain beat snow any day, right? With umbrella in hand, she occasionally will give it a subconscious little twirl. During one such gesture, she goes a little too far and it fumbles -- and she catches it with a cheating mumble of pots thgir ereht. Just before it hits a friendly-looking kid. So she smiles sheepishly and ducks her head. "Hey. Pretty interesting winter weather we're having, huh?"

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

The Monster's mouth forms a little 'o' before he grins at her. "Um, is that code for sucky weather?"

He stared at her with wide yellow eyes, rather impressed. He knew what that was, that was totally - "Magic! Was that magic?"

[hexappeal]

"Bingo. Though Rain beats snow most of the time, don't you agree?" Pretty for a while, but it gets tiring real fast. Of course, she has the advantage of teleportation and saying klawedis eb delevohs where others don't.

From what she'd been told, the young man before her (probably) isn't a threat and he seems more enthused than... considering sucking the magic out of her and wearing her body as his own or whatever the current crazy magic-type guys are into these days, so she nods. "It was, yes. Do you like magic?" She continues with a wide grin, "Actually, do you use magic? I can sense something about you, but my specialty isn't detecting the abilities of others."

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

"No! I was excited for snow and -- aw man, I haven't got to build a snowman yet..."

When was that? Ages ago, when Calvin was talking to him about snow. This winter sucked. For a moment he glared at the clouds as if it were their fault he was deprived of building a snowman, before catching on to what else Zatanna was saying.

He abruptly got fidgety, notably refusing to meet her eyes and laughing nervously. "Hahaha, me? Use magic? I can't use magic, why would I use magic? I'm just a monster, monsters can't use magic, that would be weird and might get me into trouble."