Wouldn't you like to play and party forever?

[pleasureislanders]

[It's been one week since your arrival to this godforsaken place, and little seems to have changed since then. The doors and windows remain locked, your reluctant host mingles between guests, and nobody has killed each other...yet. It's only a matter of time before someone gives out, though.

What little solace, if any, is that you wake up with several coins on the nightstand next to your bed. Perhaps you should try putting them in that mask in the salon? You might receive some interesting gifts....]

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[primafacie]

[Well! Motive sure happened, huh? Sugarplum ends up in the kitchen soon after, and she's......... stress baking. She is 100% stress baking, but in the way most befitting the Regent of the Land of Sweets: she's making a fucking cake.

Like, a cake-cake, although it probably looks considerably wonkier than that photo. She's working with garbage tools here, but she's trying her best. We! Can! Have! One! Nice! Thing!]

[diebartdie]

...given how abysmally small this kitchen is, I actually find that rather impressive. From a purely artistic perspective, of course.

[He’s just here to fetch himself some coffee and yet— staring at that wonky cake.]

[primafacie]

It's just a matter of seeing tools for what they can do, rather than what they're meant to do. Or making your own, if necessary.

[For example, she did most of the detail-work with frosting scooped into paper cone made from the paper in everyone's rooms. Ideal? Not in the slightest. Functional? Yes.]

[diebartdie]

A woman after my own heart! I’ve long held the same philosophy in regards to improvised murder weaponry.

[okay woah that escalated quickly]

[primafacie]

[................ yeah this is why she hasn't talked to you before, dude.]

I don't know that you should be speaking like that here. One might think you were planning something awful.

[diebartdie]

Sorry! Force of habit. One does not spend years as a criminal without picking up some terrible mannerisms.

[Bob's apology does sound somewhat genuine(...?) tone once this is thrown at him, though he very much curves back around to speaking in a more dignified manner of speaking in just a second.]

I unfortunately know what that slander about me on the walls makes me sound like, and it's why I'm not going out of my way to interact with others. The attempted murderer at the murderer event. I assure you, however, that I'm quite over that lifestyle.

Lovely cake, by the by.

[goldiloxy]

Oh, that looks pretty! [Foxy looks very impressed, although still a little worried.]

[primafacie]

[Sugarplum smiles, although it seems a little tinged with sadness too.]

Would you like to try some? It's not as tasty as I might have made it at home, but cake is cake.

cw: body image, sexism

[goldiloxy]

Oh, yes! But only a little bit, of course! Girls shouldn't eat too much sweets, after all!

[primafacie]

[?????]

Whyever not? I mean, of course humans can't eat sweets all the time, but as long as you brush your teeth you should eat as many sweets as you want.

[She's pulling the top layer of cake down to cut a piece as she says this, but as Regent of the Land of Sweets, the idea that there's a limit to how many sweets a person can enjoy is preposterous.]

cw: body image

[goldiloxy]

You'll get fat! Girls shouldn't get too fat, or be too greedy!

[dannydorito]

[Walks in.]

[Surveys that cake for a second.]

...Did that fucking bottle-trash let EVERYONE keep their magic except me?!

[primafacie]

I'm afraid I never had much magic for him to take in the first place. [She's just eating leftover frosting out of a bowl, honestly. That's what she's doing right now.] Would you like some cake?

[dannydorito]

Hm. Hm.

[He looks at the cake again.]

Don't believe it, sorry not sorry. No such confectionery is ever actually rendered by mortal hands alone. Like all those Cake Wars guys? Sold their souls, every one.

[primafacie]

Well, I'm not mortal so perhaps you ought to adjust your assessment of my capabilities. [She's still smiling serenely as she says this.] I'm Regent of the Land of Sweets. Who would I be if I couldn't make a cake?

[dannydorito]

You make a compelling argument! ...But I don't know, it still looks a little Photoshopped.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ Don't mind X-23 just sort of. Off to the side. Trying to pretend she doesn't find the cake decorating process interesting. Don't mind it! ]

[primafacie]

[In the process of not minding, Sugarplum starts to narrate what she's doing:]

- and then we roll out the fondant like so, making sure that it's bigger than we need it to be. That way it goes on smoothly when we put it onto the cake, which is frosted so the fondant sticks to it.

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ Hm. How very interesting. She''s just going to casually... walk over. ]

What's fondant?

[primafacie]

It's something used in cake decorating, a little bit like clay.

[She takes a bit of leftover that's on the table and casually forms it into a bird, although it's all made in white.]

See?

[nobodylikesyouwhen]

[ X-23 leans down to get a closer look. ]

And you can eat it?

[kuzcospoison]

[Kronk's come into the kitchen with stress-baking in mind too, so he (unfortunately) knows the feeling.]

...sorry to walk in while you're working, ma'am... [He rubs his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. Shrugging the other arm to gesture towards the oven.] You still using that? I was, uh, thinking about baking up a loaf, myself.

[primafacie]

Oh! No, I'm done with the oven. I'm just [She gestures at the bowl of frosting in front of her] making buttercream while I wait for my cakes to cool.

[There's just. A bunch of cakes cooking on plates. Which was as close to wire racks as she was getting, so she's making do.]

[kuzcospoison]

Sounds good! I'd like to see how it looks when it's all done. [Really, Kronk wouldn't have minded the wait even if there was one, since he could just use that time to make the dough, anyway.]

[But! With there being no need to wait, he starts moving past Sugar Plum, maintaining a good amount of distance from her workspace. Just trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible on his way to wash his hands before working with any ingredients.] You do this often? Um. Baking, that is.

[primafacie]

Almost every day, where I'm from. [She returns to making her frosting, which is practically muscle memory at this point.] You don't become Regent of the Land of Sweets without learning to make sweets yourself. I can also make candy, but it would be horribly difficult without the proper equipment. Cakes are much easier, when it's all said and done.