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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2025 8:01 pm
Prompt: Izzie finds someone sleeping in the kitchen, and seeks to feed him something tasty.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2025 4:57 pm
 
 A soft humming sound passed her lips as she made her way towards the kitchens, her heeled boots clicking against the floors while her light blue dress swirled around her ankles. She had a dream about making a fluffy and light cake for someone and Izzie was never one to ignore her dreams. At least, not the ones that involved confectionary goodies. Who the cake was for, she hadn’t the slightest clue. It was certain she would figure it out, eventually. She had gathered quite a few new friends lately, all of which had a sweet tooth that delighted in trying her treats. Her mind went through the possible candidates, chastising herself through it all for never asking her new friends what their favorite desserts were. It would have certainly helped narrow down who this new creation would be going to.
With her mind preoccupied, her body moved on autopilot. Before she knew it she was at the double doors that led to the kitchens. She mumbled under her breath as she pushed them open, stepping into the room with her eyes on the ground. The few greetings her presence earned were returned with a wave of the hand, her feet carrying her to her usual counter space. Iz reached for her apron upon arrival, pulling it over her head before finally snapping back into reality. Dark eyes looked over the cooking space before her, taking a moment to blink as she realized something was definitely out of place.
On the top before her, slumbered a man she’d never seen before. Confusion and concern warred within her as she looked over his sleeping form. Was he okay? Had he stumbled in here looking for aid and been denied? Doubting it, Izzie quickly brushed that thought aside. The staff within Utopia Academy were kinder than most, especially the ones that she had met here in the kitchen. A quick scan around earned her a few shrugs and little knowledge as to who the man was. Of course, she mused as she chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. There were a few things she could do to get his attention, but would he strike out at her? Or use strong language and yell? Neither situation seemed preferable, but she couldn’t just leave him there. Right?
”Ummm, excuse me…Are you alright…Sir?” She made sure to stay out of slapping range as she spoke, her voice just over a whisper as she tipped her head to the side. Her eyes searched for his face, knowing it had to be somewhere. He couldn’t be without a face, right?! The idea frightened her, so she shoved it aside and moved around a bit until she found what looked to be a rather attractive set of features. Of course, Izzie kept this to herself and simply waited for some kind of response. Good or bad, she didn’t care so long as he wasn’t dead.
Location: Academy kitchens
Company: Kitchen staff and unknown guy
Thoughts: ‘Why would he choose the kitchens to sleep in?’ OOC: Izzie’s outfit.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2025 1:30 pm
   The last thing Jamal clearly recalled was his last meal. It may have been lunch or an early dinner. Zahra had been there, as she usually was. The food had been something of plain fare, the taste as ashes in his mouth as his weariness stripped him of even simple pleasures. Then the table had become a hippo, and he had some sense that he had to be dreaming. Hippos were far from the sort of creature that would let anyone eat a meal on them. Then…he heard a foreign voice.
His eyelids felt heavy, but he still managed to slowly blink them open. He was laying face down on a hard surface, arms and legs dangling. His right arm was numb. His head rolled. He was…somewhere, that was for sure. With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself up, and turned so that he was sitting upright, his thin linen robe slipping off one shoulder, unnoticed. He stretched his arms with another grunt, spine and shoulders click-click-clicking back into place, and started to take in his surroundings. There were people, quite a few, with one closest of all being a tall woman with hair like a long lick of flames.
"'Ayn 'akhti?" he murmured, and when there was no recognition in her face, he realized she must not have actually been from Funkazan. Which meant he was not in Funkazan.
Right, the academy.
"Hello," he said, tilting his head to and fro. She had vivid eyes. Like a spring. "Do you know where we are?"
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wearing ❂ clothes
ooc ❂
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2025 9:49 pm
    LOCATION: KITCHENS xxx COMPANY: KITCHEN STAFF AND UNKNOWN GUY xxx CLOTHING: IZZIE’S OUTFIT xxxTHOUGHTS: “I hope he doesn’t have amnesia or something like that…’
"Speaking #120A8F""Thinking #120A8F"
The shift in the man’s position had her realizing just how…exposed he was to the world. His shirt was practically nothing more than a shawl over his shoulders! She could see almost every inch of his torso, a revelation that had her eyes widening a bit in surprise. Heat flooded her features and turned them nearly the same shade as her hair. Her feet moved her a step or so away, while her eyes snapped to the ceiling. She couldn’t look at him when he was on display in such a way! It was so wrong! And definitely not a suitable thing to be wearing in a kitchen!
At the sound of his voice, she chanced a look down at his face and arched a fiery brow in response. Was he speaking a different language? She racked her brain for the source, not recognizing it as any of the ones she could speak. An apologetic look passed her features as she shrugged her shoulders, not sure how to respond. Thankfully, he continued and this time it was in a language she understood. Izzie made sure to keep her eyes off the parts of him that were on display and nodded in response.
”Hello to you as well, sir. You are in the kitchens of the academy.” Alright, she could do this. Totally. Moving around the counter, she looked away and picked up the apron she usually kept hooked near the ovens. She took her time putting it on, pulling her hair up off her shoulder and into a ponytail before turning to look back at him. Eyes on his, ignoring the openness of his shirt and the fascinating tanned skin beneath it.
”Did you hit your head or something, perhaps? It seems a little odd to be sleeping somewhere that you have no memory of entering.” While she spoke, Izzie began to pull out the things she needed to start baking. Carrying on a conversation while cooking was a skill she found herself to be rather adept at, so she didn’t bother waiting as she continued to speak. ”I might not be able to help much, but I’m sure I can send someone to get the nurse if you need her.’
OOC: Izzie post layout number two!! Thank you, Robin!!
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