STRIFE: PASTRYKIND

[busy_fists]

Who: Dad, Mom, and anyone else who's looking for a safehouse
What: Dad has taken it upon himself to fortify the bakery until the event is over
Where: Achewood Bakery
When: February 5th until event end
Warning: I guess potential violence if anyone tries to attack them there.  Action tags to keep things rolling.  No post order.  Threadjacking welcome and encouraged.  Let's do some mingling.

When he heard the phone call, Dad's protective instinct immediately kicked in and he headed off to the bakery with Mom to make preparations.  He wasn't able to locate Rose, but hopefully she would see the note he left for her on the kitchen counter at home.  Once at the bakery, Dad immediately sets to work, de-captchaloguing dozens upon dozens of previously baked pies and setting up a sort of defensive barrier surrounding the front entrance.  While he's working, he gets to work on baking as many more pies and cakes as the bakery's facilities can handle, and sets these and whatever was left over from building the defenses aside for later use in attacking.  There are also numerous cans of shaving cream nearby just in case he needs to pull out the big guns.  Dad will be letting anyone in who can demonstrate that they are unarmed and unwilling to attack the bakery itself or anyone inside.  Nonviolent passersby will be ignored, and anyone attempting to break in forcefully, attack the people inside, or bring down the building will find themselves violently buffeted with various baked goods and shaving cream from a family man who is clearly in no mood to to take any of the town's shit anymore.

Comments

[busy_fists]

It is a dangerous time, but that's exactly why I'm baking.

[acuity]

Really? Why is that?

[busy_fists]

Baked goods happen to be my favorite kind of attack.

[acuity]

... Attack?

[ this is the clueless look of a girl who has clearly never seen anyone be pied in the face before. what a travesty 8| ]

[busy_fists]

Yeah. You throw them at people.

[acuity]

I've never thought if it that way before...

[ examining the nearest cake as if it were a bomb... ]

[busy_fists]

[Dad chuckles a bit.]

They're completely safe, if that's what you're worried about.

[acuity]

Perhaps I've just gotten so used to relying on pokemon that I've forgotten people can defend themselves in other ways, too. This one is... unique.

[busy_fists]

No one ever sees it coming, I can tell you that.

[acuity]

You certainly have the advantage of surprise. Could I help in any way?

[busy_fists]

Well, how's your arm?

[acuity]

My arm?

... You mean, to throw with?

[busy_fists]

Of course, what else would I be talking about?

[acuity]

It should be fine.

[ has probably never thrown anything in her life except for pokeballs! ]

[busy_fists]

Maybe I can set up some target practice for you in the back...

[acuity]

That's a good idea. After all, the only way to get better at something is through practice and personal experience!

[busy_fists]

That's the spirit! I like your attitude. Come on, let's see what we can dig up back there.

[acuity]

[ will be following along~ ]

I hope that the owners of this bakery won't mind...

[busy_fists]

I'm pretty sure the owners are drones, so it won't be a problem. Besides, I always clean up before I go home for the night.

[acuity]

[ the mention of going home makes her hesitate a little 8( ]

I see... I'm not sure if I could do that, though.

[busy_fists]

What? Throwing a pie? It's not that hard.

[acuity]

Oh, I didn't mean that.

[ pausing in rummaging around pie tins. ]

Could I ask an odd question?

[busy_fists]

Sure thing, what's on your mind?

[acuity]

Mayfield appears to be able to manipulate reality, in a way... so, what happens if people die here?

[busy_fists]

...I've heard you wake up in your bed the next morning completely unharmed. Why do you ask?