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[threatenwithcuteness]

who: Lola Pacini and YOU!
what: Lola's catch-all, Open, Semi-Open, and Closed prompts for the season.
when: Yes.
where: Shopping, Driving, Learning, and Bonding. And whatever you have ideas for.
warnings: None?

If you wanna just toss something up for me, by all means. If you wanna plot with me you can poke me in a Private Message, or on Plurk rakath.

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Gift Shopping - Open

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The problem in the Quarantine with shopping for gifts is one of time. See, shop too early the gift you pick up might not have someone to receive it by the time of whatever holiday you're looking for. Go shopping too late and, well, madhouse of last minute shopping. Still, it was better in Lola's mind to wait and see than to end up with a bunch of sad presents without owners.

So her shopping is a little late, anything too big for her bike she requests it be delivered to the mansion. Which... she's very convincing. Still, you can find her in just about every kind of shop. Womens clothes, mens clothes, electronics, furniture... checking out all shapes and sizes of leather jackets. Depending on the store changes how completely lost Lola seems.

Help a girl out? Or just say hi.

[bechdelpls]

[ Sarah is hunting for gifts too, though she doesn't have many people here to give them to. Mostly she's thinking of Caleb, maybe Marinette, and, funnily enough, Lola.

She spots the other girl in a men's clothing store, where she herself was looking over shirts and ties and trying not to be disgusted with herself for going for such a basic gift.

Lola is a welcome distraction. ] Hey!

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*Lola's looking at coats and jackets, or at her phone where she has some notes written down about what her friends wear. Men's fashion isn't her best subject but she can at least judge what she's found against what they wear. Which will help her pick things out. Lola's hair is a much more neutral brown as she's looking at things, well, meant for people with darker hair than her pastel palette.*

Oh, hi! Holiday shopping too?

*Lola's hair returns to her more standard blue as her attention turns to Sarah. But other than that she just seems glad to see a familiar face.*

[bechdelpls]

[ Meanwhile, Sarah just... stares at Lola's head. ]

Your hair.

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*Lola sighs. Hair going a little darker as she does.*

Your world has magic, how is my hair that weird in comparison?

[bechdelpls]

My world has magic. I didn't say I was used to it.

[ Still, Lola's answer makes her smile. ] That happened here?

Joyriding - Open

[threatenwithcuteness]

Someone is flying down the streets in a brand new ice blue motorcycle. Except when it isn't ice blue, sometimes the white body frame to it is pink. Or green. Generally this bike takes after its owner, refusing to stick with one color when it can change colors at the whims of the driver. For the most part she's following traffic laws and obeying the speed limits and rules, mostly to do with her keeping it in closed form while it's cold out. She doesn't need the wind biting at her face right now. Her nose doesn't need to be red to make her hair color options more dubious.

When she's stopped, or getting off, it'll be a little bit easier to spot who is piloting this weird contraption of a motorcycle. Maybe get her attention and ask her about it too. Cause... seriously Lola what have you done?

High Flying - Open

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Lola's been visiting one of those indoor amusement parks for adults. The kind with rock walls and parkour classes. She took Keith there on a date. Now... she's using it to try and safely practice with one of those weirdo superpowers she got. A pair of boots that fell through the portal.

They allow one to jump really high.

And this place has full harness rigging and a high ceiling. Allowing for a lot of places Lola can jump to. Without worrying about her landing if she misses a catwalk or the handholds on the rock wall. Although the fact that her boots have a noticeable heel to them get her all sorts of looks. Until she leaves the ground, that changes the looks to jaw dropped surprise and annoyance. But what can you do, people are people. She's left a message on her socials she'll be here practicing. If anyone wants to help her out.

"Family" Bonding - Open to Housemates

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With all that's going on, and the season, now feels like as good a time as any to get everyone to sit down for a meal. Yes, all of them. Okay not the undead minions of Nico. But other than the undead minions of Nico everyone. They're family like, a family meal is a good idea! Plus she's made a bunch of food so they can't say no.

...Okay they can but they should feel super bad about it.

Either get there for dinner, or find her in the kitchen cooking all sorts of things.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar had been upstairs playing with Winter, playing a modified game of peekaboo where he'd hide her favorite two-headed teddy underneath a blanket, and she'd have to pull it away to reveal the teddy underneath. After many delighted cries, she finally grew tired, and Ivar put her down for a nap. As he made his way downstairs, he could smell something tantalizing being cooked in the kitchen.

He wheeled his way over there and peeked his head in. "Something smells good," he told Lola. "Need any help?" Not that Ivar was any great prodigy in the kitchen, but he could at least chop and stir when told to do so.

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"It's... I can't pronounce the name of the animal, but the meat is lamb-like. I figured a stew would be nice," Lola's moving through a bunch of vegetables and slicing and dicing. Anyone that knows Lola knows that she's picked her ingredients for the flavor profiles. But all the ingredients are brightly colored in ways that might make one doubt that is the only reason.

"I think I'm good? Maybe put the plates and utensils out?"

[ragnarsson]

"A stew is always an excellent idea." Over a thousand years separated Ivar from Lola, but the food was something that was a connecting factor. The Norse had always been fond of hearty foods, things that could fill them up quickly and for a long period of time. Stews were a common thing to be found all over Western Europe.

"Got it." Ivar wheels over to the cabinets, opening them up, and gathering up the necessary supplies. The house felt just a little bit homier now that his sister was living with them.

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"I wanted something a little less finicky." Lola'd taken to learning all sorts of cooking while she's been here. She still stuck to things that felt right, so she rarely took on a recipe that wasn't at least from an Earth. Even if more than a few times she tried a hand at one that wasn't from her Earth.

"So... how is it not being alone anymore? I mean, your sister. Cause you had Winter with you. Just... another from your world?" Lola's good at this.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar goes over to set the table for the five of them, setting down all the plates and the utensils. He's gotten better at using silverware, but sometimes, he still just eats with his hands. At the mention of Gyda, he brightens up.

"It's been good. Complicated but good. Gyda actually died four years before I was born, so I never got the chance to know her. I always wanted a sister though. Having all brothers was a bit much at times." He pauses and then adds on. "My father has also shown up in the city."

Re: "Family" Bonding - Open to Housemates

[like_quicksilver]

Gyda had been given an amount of money from the woman they called a social worker, and she'd been in the streets looking in the shops. She'd bought some garments earlier (currently wearing the trousers and sweater dress), but the shops were interesting enough to just look in.

The smell of food drove her to the kitchen. She knew what most of the tools were of course, but the thought of cooking without fire and not having to draw water from a well, she all found it a lot to learn. For the time being, she was content to just watch.

"What is it you're making?" She walked over to the stove.

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Lola's checking things in the oven, and moving around as she checks on her various items. It's still weird, another female voice in the house. But it's kinda nice, "Stew. And I'm baking some bread too. Not sure how that'll turn out."

Fresh baked bread is a relatively new thing, but she's been learning and she thinks this'll be fine. It isn't anything fancy. Everything else should be good, "How have you been settling in?"

[like_quicksilver]

"It doesn't smell burnt, so that's a good sign." Bread and stew were familiar foods, even if the ingredients were strange.

"What's in the stew?" She stood by the stove, looking at Loka as well as what was in the pot. She couldn't get over the woman's hair; she knew some of the men colored their hair using lye soap, but that was red-gold, not blue.

[threatenwithcuteness]

"Burning it isn't my concern, I'm more worried about if my proportions are right." Anytime she does a new dish she's a little worried everything is balanced, the right seasonings in the right quantities. The time was easy enough to keep track of.

"Um... not lamb, but the meat has the same overall qualities as lamb. I keep it pretty simple, carrots, potatoes, although the onions are alien onions." Lola's been more than happy to experiment with non-terrestrial foodstuffs. "Sorry I didn't ask what you liked before I went grocery shopping."

Lola went over to stir the pot, humming to herself. Hair turning green as she taste tested the stew. She made a face, glanced over her spices, and tossed some into the pot.

[like_quicksilver]

"Smell is usually a good way to find out." SHe'd been baking with her mother since she was old enough not to spill or be clumsy around the fire. "Most of the foods here are new, but I've never been that picky."

Food was always hard to come by back home, even on a well to do farm. Even if she grew tired of late winter rations, it was either eat or go hungry.

She opened her mouth to say more, but then Lola's hair went to green and suddenly it felt like she'd forgotten how to close it. "How...?" She reached over to gently lift up a lock of her hair. "Did you do that?"

[tempredmental]

[Hey, Lola... someone was calling you.]

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*Oh, that's always nice. But Lola's doing lots of stuff so she doesn't check the caller ID before answering.*

Hello?

[tempredmental]

Uh... hey. It's me...

I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight.

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Nothing really important. What's up?

[tempredmental]

You wanna do something? Like... I dunno... we could get dinner... maybe see a movie or something?

[Yes, he was asking her out on a date. Or trying to.]

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*Lola smiled, she'd... need to explain how letting a girl get ready is an important dating 'thing.' But that could wait for after.*

Dinner and a movie sounds wonderful. What time?