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fandomtownies2024-04-24 11:49 am
deathsmajesty) wrote in fandomtownies2024-04-24 11:49 am
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Streets of Fandom, Wednesday
The secret ingredient in cooking is love. Normally, that's just a very sweet, if slightly twee, sentiment and goes no further. Other times, though, Fandom weirdness intervenes and then it becomes something much more sentient than sentiment, and usually also becomes somebody's problem. And, if just so happened that today was one of those times, though they weren't scheduled to become a problem until tomorrow.
Yesterday, Ignis had had a burst of creativity, bolstered by his twin passions of cooking and Liliana. Today, the magic overtaking the island had recognized that creative burst and brought it to life. Which was why there were now a trio of waist-high Lilianas wandering about town, crafted from the leftovers of yesterday's specials. Two were made from the paella, with a fall of black mussel shells as hair, and a body made from shrimp and rice, molded into rather busty feminine figures, beneath their purple dumpling gowns. The third was a slightly more ethereal figure, wrought from blackberry pavlovas.
And again, the narrative would like to remind you that these are waist-high, aka the size of a young child. You're welcome.
This triad of roughly Liliana-shaped gastronomical abominations spent the day trundling about the town, taking in the sights, admiring the views, and potentially interacting with people. None of them were able to speak, though Liliana Pavlova made high almost flute-like noises to communicate, but they carried themselves like three happy, excited young women having a lovely day out in a pretty island town. They just also happened, again, to be waist-high and made of leftovers.
Excuse me, Vesstovers.
[Open!]
[Idek either, y'all, I blame sleep deprivation and a general propensity for ridiculousness. In my heart, they move kinda like the Fantasia Nutcracker flowers. Thank you tochef_chocobro who gave me her blessing to mod Ignis' creativity results.]
Yesterday, Ignis had had a burst of creativity, bolstered by his twin passions of cooking and Liliana. Today, the magic overtaking the island had recognized that creative burst and brought it to life. Which was why there were now a trio of waist-high Lilianas wandering about town, crafted from the leftovers of yesterday's specials. Two were made from the paella, with a fall of black mussel shells as hair, and a body made from shrimp and rice, molded into rather busty feminine figures, beneath their purple dumpling gowns. The third was a slightly more ethereal figure, wrought from blackberry pavlovas.
And again, the narrative would like to remind you that these are waist-high, aka the size of a young child. You're welcome.
This triad of roughly Liliana-shaped gastronomical abominations spent the day trundling about the town, taking in the sights, admiring the views, and potentially interacting with people. None of them were able to speak, though Liliana Pavlova made high almost flute-like noises to communicate, but they carried themselves like three happy, excited young women having a lovely day out in a pretty island town. They just also happened, again, to be waist-high and made of leftovers.
Excuse me, Vesstovers.
[Open!]
[Idek either, y'all, I blame sleep deprivation and a general propensity for ridiculousness. In my heart, they move kinda like the Fantasia Nutcracker flowers. Thank you to
chef_chocobro who gave me her blessing to mod Ignis' creativity results.]