For someone whose life was in constant motion, getting the time to cook was an increasingly rare treat, tempered more than slightly by the fact that it was only for herself and not for her friends. The simple pleasure of this is, of course, further reduced by the fact that her mouth is currently the approximate temperature of the Sahara desert and only getting worse by the second. Honestly she should have learned to be more cautious about food from other worlds by now, but the voice in the back of her mind that's lecturing her in a British accent is drowned out by the pain.
"Bread...bread...oh my god I need bread..." she mumbled, pawing desperately at the cabinets until she could tear open a cloth-wrapped bundle and begin stuffing it into her mouth to try to relieve the heat. The fact that she's crying is obscured by the sweat beading on her skin.
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So, we have fancy computer watches but we need to make our own candles? What gives?
~Wildcard~
City girl though she may be, Wade is an explorer at heart. Her early days in the city are bound to be filling with light exploration - poking about most areas inside or within relative walking distance of the villages all the way from the bungalows, to the orchards, to the lake. She takes all of this in relative stride, sometimes humming softly to herself as she walks.
Wade Welles | Sliders
For someone whose life was in constant motion, getting the time to cook was an increasingly rare treat, tempered more than slightly by the fact that it was only for herself and not for her friends. The simple pleasure of this is, of course, further reduced by the fact that her mouth is currently the approximate temperature of the Sahara desert and only getting worse by the second. Honestly she should have learned to be more cautious about food from other worlds by now, but the voice in the back of her mind that's lecturing her in a British accent is drowned out by the pain.
"Bread...bread...oh my god I need bread..." she mumbled, pawing desperately at the cabinets until she could tear open a cloth-wrapped bundle and begin stuffing it into her mouth to try to relieve the heat. The fact that she's crying is obscured by the sweat beading on her skin.
~Text~
So, we have fancy computer watches but we need to make our own candles? What gives?
~Wildcard~
City girl though she may be, Wade is an explorer at heart. Her early days in the city are bound to be filling with light exploration - poking about most areas inside or within relative walking distance of the villages all the way from the bungalows, to the orchards, to the lake. She takes all of this in relative stride, sometimes humming softly to herself as she walks.