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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 14:11:00 GMT -5
MarthaMartha walked back to the counter and sprinkled a pinch of flour on the counter, and then tipped out the bowl's contents, of which was now a dough. She began to knead the dough vigorously.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Mar 27, 2020 14:39:57 GMT -5
Kathrine looked ahead, wondering were her sister could be. Where was she?
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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 15:21:25 GMT -5
MarthaMartha stepped away from the dough and took another bowl from the cabinet. She poured some oil inside and rotated the bowl around to cover all of the surfaces. She placed it on the counter, and grabbed the dough. She held it in the air and stretched it out to check if the gluten had developed, and then gently sat it down in the bowl, covering it with a damp washcloth laying nearby. Now to wait. She stepped over to a pantry where she had left the bread from last night and took out a few loaves. She set them on top of the stove, rotating them occasionally to bring back their warmth, and a lovely smell of fresh bread filled the room, drifting out of the windows and onto the streets.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2020 15:25:01 GMT -5
Elizabeth looked around, and in Paris's shop she saw things she had seen, but never owned. Fine fabrics.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Mar 27, 2020 16:35:34 GMT -5
Lucy waited to get a scarf. Her master needed it for his cold.
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Post by Lily~Myth on Mar 27, 2020 20:07:47 GMT -5
(@aetherwyvern66, вloѕѕoм♥, I don’t know what I’m doing) (Paris is famous XD) ParisParis looked over the fabric, it was light enough to wear out on sea but still could retain heat in the colder months. “It’s cotton, I’ve got some fabric of that color in stock.” Being a tailor or ‘seamstress’ he often would make things from dresses or the occasional boots, but something simply like a scarf which not very challenging was a nice change in pace. “I’ll be with you shortly!” He then said to Lucy and Elizabeth who were waiting in line ever so patiently, the man got the fabric from a box which wasn’t exactly the same color, as the scarf itself had been slightly faded with time and usage however no one could really tell the difference all that much. He handed off the fabric to Augustus, “That’ll be (random/reasonable amount of coin).” ~~~~ Jullian:Julian didn’t walk out onto the docks but could see what was going on from where he stood at its entrance, Gah.... I hate the sea... I’m not even on the ship he thought to himself which he had a small look of disgust on his face- perhaps it was the fishy smell, or to those who knew him best was the ships. Irony must favor this captain who suffers from seasickness, he has over the years built up some way to hold it off only could last some weeks perfectly fine on a sailing ship to puking the next day in a bucket. ”Captain Reynard! Letter from the Commander!” he heard a voice say as a lad no more then the age of fifteen ran up to him holding a rolled up parchment that bearded the symbol of the navy. “Thank you my dear boy,” he graciously took the scroll and paid the young man in some coin for his service. “This came directly from above, I pray with some answers to quell the rumors.” He mumbled to himself as he had been expecting this sometime ago and wondering why in the name of biscuits they had the cabin boy deliver it and not a senior officer. LarkLark began rowing to shore once some of the crew decided to follow and coming abroad the rowboat, it was easy due to the fact the current was pushing them towards the sandy shore yet the captain continued to row. “Long as they want and plan on joining the crew,” she said with a small shrug as her mind was more on pastries at the moment and a warm meal. “Its been awhile since we were here last, at this port.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2020 20:27:02 GMT -5
Jones then asked, "In all due respect, why wouldn't a senior officer deliver it?" He looked to Julian, and looked at the letter, then wondering what was in it. He looked at the parchement.
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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 20:36:26 GMT -5
MarthaEr.. Martha continued existing. I suppose she sat on a barstool. She'll just keep doing that for an hour or until interaction
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Post by Lily~Myth on Mar 27, 2020 20:40:12 GMT -5
(@aetherwyvern66)
Jullian:
“I’m not quite su-“ Julian began to say until he looked up to see someone being carried of the ship on a stretcher, looking slightly feverish. “Or the Sir felt ill.” The captain went back to the parchment and began to read it although you could tell by the look on his face that it wasn’t bad or good. “The Commander expects us to continue as before, keep our eyes open, etc, etc.” being irritated was an understatement as he waved his hand at the ‘etc’ part, it was simply what he had said just this morning to the new officer and it did not help matters that gossip was still spreading slowly through the streets. We even put out a curfew..... gah.... he thought to himself then turning to the officer. “Mr. Drake? Why don’t we go to the bakery to get something to eat, after all there Ismaili nothing that seems to be of interest here.” He suggested as a means of a) getting away from the sea before his face went green, b) he could smell the bakery and c) it was good to talk with the locals.
(2 hungry customers are coming!)
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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 20:54:03 GMT -5
(woohoo! thanks lol I was following a recipe and it said that the bread should be left to prove for an hour)
MarthaMartha sat in her seat for a moment and rested before getting back to her feet. The smell of bread always enticed customers to come visit. She opened another cupboard and took out another bowl. She poured a bit of milk into it and set it to warm by the bread nearby the stove. She waited for it to warm, and then, careful because of the heat, picked it up and whisked in sugar and yeast.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2020 23:06:08 GMT -5
Jones nodded. "I hope he gets better." He then followed Julian, smelling bread on the air. Fresh, judging by the crispness.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Mar 28, 2020 9:47:09 GMT -5
Kathrine enjoyed the fresh air. It had been such a long time since she got to relax. It was an odd an odd feeling. Lucy waited in line. Paris was always helpful when she needed something!
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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 28, 2020 10:09:58 GMT -5
Marrrtha (haha see what I did there)Martha slowly added more and more sugar and flour, and then switched from a whisk to a spoon. She folded in butter and the vanilla extract she had just bought from the market.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Mar 28, 2020 10:33:00 GMT -5
Sarah heard onwards. She heard voices of civilians. “Kathrine, turn us left!” Kathrine obeyed her captain and turned left. Away from those weird civilians!
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Post by Lily~Myth on Mar 28, 2020 16:22:16 GMT -5
(@aetherwyvern66, ~Goldensplash~ the recipe looks great ) “He’ll he back up on his feet soon.” Julian simply replied with the captain knowing they had the greatest healers working on the island, the man would live and be back on the job in no time. The smell of baking bread started to grow stronger and masked the salty sea air even for a small moment, he entered the establishment and heard the small sing of the bell overhead- indicating that they had a customer. (I don’t know what I’m doing, where are your pirates at? If they are out at sea, they wouldn’t be anywhere near civilians)
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