[ Rapture, meanwhile, is seeking for the most important piece of the equation: the blender. Pots and pans clang loudly to the ground, but she doesn't bother to pick them up or put them somewhere less dangerous. Instead, she opens more cabinets, searching for it. The bananas and vanilla extract isn't so hard to find — she couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle at how stocked everything is — but the piece of simple machinery is eluding her. ]
This has to be an entirely different kitchen... [ She mutters to herself as another pot clangs loudly to the ground, just inches away from hitting her head. She doesn't seem to notice or care. ] I can't even find the blender this ti— ah-ha!
[ Yanking the blender from it's spot (not without a few more things falling in the process) she smiles triumphantly. A little mischievous chuckle escapes her. If Pizzazz wants a show, she'll get a show. ] Abracadabra.
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This has to be an entirely different kitchen... [ She mutters to herself as another pot clangs loudly to the ground, just inches away from hitting her head. She doesn't seem to notice or care. ] I can't even find the blender this ti— ah-ha!
[ Yanking the blender from it's spot (not without a few more things falling in the process) she smiles triumphantly. A little mischievous chuckle escapes her. If Pizzazz wants a show, she'll get a show. ] Abracadabra.