Jul 09 06:13:48 105 PA

From Chronicles

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After falling asleep snuggled with her beloved scientist there on the couch, Monique actually managed to sleep through the whole night there. It's the longest that she's ever managed to sleep on anything other than her own furs and blankets that she brought with her from the North. Yet early morning has come, the sun just rising above the horizon to cast beautiful colours across the early morning sky. Easing off the couch, a smile curling at the corners of her lips, she rises to her feet before stretching languidly. Tornaq greets her with a quiet rumble, himself not wanting to wake Kelley. The small Inuit woman walks over to the window, lifting her left hand to bring her fingers to rest on the glass, leaning a little against the window itself as she watches the magic of the sunrise. Tornaq crosses the room to her, reaching out to touch her with his nose, whuffing softly at her before just looking out the window with her.

With a big morning yawn and a stretch of his arms, Kelley's eyes crack open. He looks momentarily surprised to be waking up on the couch, until his eyes come into focus enough to see Monique and Tornaq at the window, and his mouth cracks open into a wide smile. "Good morning, Monique, Tornaq. How are you two this morning." Then Betsy the German shepherd jumps on his chest and pins him to the couch with excited doggie licks. After a few muffled semi-complaints, the tall Atlantean manages to free himself of his burden and re-greets his companions. "I hope that you slept well, both of you," he comments. Rising to his feet with a satisfying yawn, he makes his way over to Monique and gives her a big hug from behind. "Can I get you anything for breakfast, sweetie? Maybe something for you, Tornaq? Although I'm afraid that all I have in the way of animals is dog food."

The small Inuit woman remains at the window, watching the sun's rising, her dark eyes showing a sparkle within them which is reflected in her reflection in the glass. Then at hearing Kelley's voice, she gives a slight start, having not realised he was awake, and then she giggles softly before turning to lean her back against the glass, watching him say good morning to Betsy. Tornaq rumbles with amusement himself, then after nudging Monique gently with his nose, he crosses back to his habitual place, laying down there. "Oh, we slept well, yes... thank you, asik. And what of you? How did you sleep?" she asks softly, her tone holding curiosity to it. "Breakfast would be good... and, whatever you normally have would be good, I think?" she suggests, tilting her head slightly to one side. Breakfast for her is usually fish, after all. She nestles closer into the hug he offers, having turned about so that she could be facing him instead, her arms slipped about him to hug him in turn. "Mmm... Tornaq will eat whatever he is fed," she adds, quirking a smile before looking up at her beloved, her dark eyes shining. +WATCH REPORTS: Kid has disconnected.

Kelley looks down at his beau and smiles even more widely than what he all ready was doing. "Good morning, love," he says. "I slept better than I have in a long, long time, with you in my arms. It was fantastic." He grins at Monique again and asks, "How does eggs, bacon, and toast sound, sweetie? That's my usual breakfast. I have some cereal, if you prefer. He looks at Tornaq and says, "I guess it's Doggy Chow for you, Tornaq. Betsy likes it well enough. It has 'gravy' and everything." He gives Monique one more hard squeeze and then crosses the room and enters the kitchen, reaching for cooking implements and ingredients to whip up breakfast. He pauses however, to wait to see what Monique wants. Go for the eggs, bacon, and toast, or go for the more exotic - to an Inuit - cereal, of which he has about four different types. In the meantime, he pours two glasses of orange juice.

Monique nestles against him for a lingering moment, just enjoying the warmth of his body against her own. One of her hands moves in a soft caress against his back, and she lifts her head from his chest to be able to look up at him through her lashes. "Mmm... good morning, asik,' she says warmly, love shining in her voice. "I think I like the sound of your usual breakfast... though... I do not know what toast is," she comments, blushing a little as her learning starts at such an early hour of the day. Tornaq stays laying where he is, comfortable, and he rumbles and gives a nod of acceptance. Dog chow is good enough for him, and he'll eat it -- just don't expect him to bark for it. Monique trails him to the kitchen, her bare feet pattering softly on the floor, and she comes up next to him, having every intention of watching him cook. "Tornaq and I may do some hunting, to see if we can bring down a deer. But he will eat what there is, this morning," she adds, a warm smile lighting her features. She's looking forward to that, since she's not really gone hunting with Tornaq recently.

"Excellent! I'll get on it right away," Kelley says as he turns to the fridge to grab the eggs, bacon, and bread. With a little wink at Monique, he goes about frying up the eggs and bacon. With a little bit of flare, he tosses two pieces of bread into the toaster. "That machine is called a toaster," he explains. "It will.. cook, I suppose, the bread. You'll see, it's self explantory." He winks again at the little Inuit woman. In the meantime, he retrieves two large bowl from an upper shelf - one emblazoned with the name, "Betsy," the other bare. He reaches into the lower cupboard for Doggie Chow - Now with Gravy (TM) and pours a healthy amount into both Betsy's and Tornaq's bowls, though he does add quite a bit more for the bear's breakfast, assuming that his larger size will demand larger food. Working in silence, as the eggs and bacon fry with a delicious scent, he walks back out into the living room and gives breakfast to the two animals. With a smile at Monique, he then walks back to the range and turns down the flames slightly so as not to burn the food. "How do the two of you hunt, Monique? You hardly seem one to go hunting, though I mean no offense. Tornaq, sure, but you? I just don't see it."

The small Init woman smiles brightly at him, and then she gives a small nod. "I will watch you cook, then... and maybe help?" she suggests, looking up at him through her lashes. She's mostly only teasing with that, as can be proven by the fact that she winks at him. She's not familiar with the cooking tools he has, so she knows it's better to let him do it. As he works on the bacon and eggs, she peeks into the toaster, watching what happens to the bread that was put in there. "Mmm? We hunt as we always do, I suppose. Because he can smell better than I can, he's usually the one to find what we hunt. Once we know where it is, it is a matter of killing it. That depends on what the animal does. Sometimes I make the kill and send the Spirit back to the Earth Mother, and other times, Tornaq is the one to make the kill. I use a spear, many times, for larger prey," she says thoughtfully, not seeming to mind that he doesn't think her much the type for hunting.

"I've never seen you with a spear before, Monique. That makes more sense. I thought that you were saying that you hunted with a bone knife, and I just thought that that would, well, be very difficult, even for you and Tornaq working together." Kelley expertly flips the eggs and bacon into the air with a flourish of bouncing pan, to allow the other sides of the food to cook, which doesn't take very long. Just as he's placing breakfast on two plates, the toast pops up. Setting the toasted bread on the counter, he rubs butter across the face and then sprinkles some cinnamon sugar on top. After placing the toast on the respective plates, he walks into the living room and hands a plate, complete with utensils, over to Monique, and checking how Tornaq and Betsy are doing with their Doggie Chow. "May I come hunting with you, Monique? I understand if you'd rather I stay behind. The hunt can be a very personal thing.

Monique quirks a smile as she watches him, and then she gives a small nod. "I have one, and it is what I use a lot for hunting," she says softly. "It would be, as you say, very difficult to hunt with just a bone knife. Sometimes, I use snares, but those work to different degrees of success," she adds, her tone thoughtful in nature. She blinks a little, surprised in the way that he flipped the bacon and eggs, her eyes showing a bright sparkle to them. When the toast pops, she startles a little, turning to look at it, and she eyes it for a moment before bringing her gaze back to Kelley, watching him again. Tornaq is happily eating the dog chow, not really seeming to mind it since it is food for him. Monique, for her part, follows Kelley towards the living room, settling onto the couch and tucking one of her feet beneath her as she does, accepting the plate from him as well as the utensils. She settles the plate in her lap, balancing it easily there, and then she looks to him, her tone thoughtful in nature. "You may come hunting with me, yes... I do not mind, asik," she says warmly.

"Wonderful!" exclaims Kelley. "When do we go? Can I bring my weapons with me? Sure, they might blow a big hole in your prey, but if it's something that is dangerous to you, well, it's better to have an energy weapon around. Not that there's anything wrong with a spear, but if a nasty D-Bee came along, then, well, you want some firepower, despite what Tornaq may be able to do - no offense meant to you, Tornaq," he adds. Then he asks, "What do you think of the toast? A new experience, I would think. And perhaps even the eggs and bacon? have you ever eaten food like this before, sweetie? Or are you more of a meat-right-off-the-walrus person?" Kelley quirks an eyebrow in honest question, not meant to offend as he begins to dig into his food, stacking bacon on the toast, and the eggs on the bacon.

"Well... I suppose that we can go after breakfast, if you do not have to go to the office today," the small Inuit woman says, her tone thoughtful in nature. The knife isn't used, but she takes up the fork and uses it to cut a bite-sized piece from her eggs, munching on it as she considers his questions. "Mmm... should I be wondering what sort of weapons you have, asik? Most things we hunt, they are not dangerous to me. The animals in the North are more danger than these ones," she says softly, quirking a smile as she looks to him. Tornaq pauses in his eating, licking his nose, and rumbles as he looks to Kelley, having been listening in on the conversation, yet he returns to his food in only a moment. "He does not mind what you say. He knows he does not hit as hard as some weapons can, but he does hit hard," she adds, tilting her head slightly to one side. "What is... a D-Bee?" she asks, her brow furrowing a little. Even while waiting for the answer, her attention turns back to the food, and she eats more of it, though she seems to be saving the toast for last. "I have not tried it, yet. Eggs, I have had before... we would sometimes find nests from the ptarmigan and other birds. Bacon, I have never had before. I have eaten meat from a kill while it is still warm from the blood which kept it alive... it is a way of my people," she replies, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watches him, her dark eyes showing a sparkle in them.

It was about as much as Kelley had expected, but it was nice to hear from Monique's words herself. "My weapons will blow a big hole in your animal, and probably three trees after that," Kelley says with a laugh. "I'll just go along as extra protection." Then, "D-Bee? Stands for 'Dimensional Being,' which means a creature - animal, demon, or human - that comes through a rift from a different time or different place. One might even call me a D-Bee, though that would be stretching the definition." A few more chomps, then another question. "What do you think of eggs, bacon, and toast? I know that toast is sort of an acquired taste, but I like it with my breakfasts. Tomorrow you will have to try cereal, just for the experience of it. But back on track - I would be delighted to go hunting with you. Today?"

Monique blinks a little in surprise at him, and then she lightly shakes her head. "Three trees past the animal itself? I would not wish to see what it would do to something smaller than a deer... they may be nothing left to eat," she says, half teasing and half serious. She listens attentively at the explanation offered for D-Bee, and had been just getting around to thinking that by the definitioin offered he was one such creature as well when he mentioned the very same thing. Quirking a smile, she gives a nod, then, as though to acknowledge what he's explained. Having tried both the bacon and the eggs, she turns her attention to the toast, picking it up carefully before taking a little nibbling bite of it. She chews it thoughtfully, considering the flavours, then takes another bite, this one a little bigger. "I like what you put on top of it. Today to hunt, yes... Tornaq would welcome the meat," she muses, her tone thoughtful. In truth, she would welcome the chance to be able to provide food again, though she chooses not to say that, even when Tornaq rumbles softly at her as though to prod her to do so.

"Well, I can't wait to witness you in the hunt, Monique. It must truly be a sight to behold. Although it somehow seems like cheating to use a trained polar bear to assist," Kelley says, scratching Tornaq's back to let him and Monique know that he's just kidding. "I'll just hang back and watch, and just get a feeling for your hunt, and then just be there to provide protection while the two of you try to take down a deer or something. I'm sure that there's a butcher in the Merchant's Plaza who would be able to skin and cut the dear into neat little pieces - though I suppose that you probably know how to skin, cut, and gut a deer by yourself, huh?"

"Ah, well... you will have to wait, at least a little while," she teases, her dark eyes showing a sparkle in them. "It is different to hunt here than it is to hunt in the North," Monique comments, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She giggles softly at the tease, then leans close to place a kiss on his cheek. Tornaq finishes the last of his bowl of dog chow, then eases himself through a stretch, ever-mindful of his surroundings when indoors, the stretch accompanied by a wide yawn. "I am thankful for your protection, Ronan," she says softly, smiling warmly at him. She munches her way through more of her toast, then quirks a grin before giving a nod. "A deer is not so different than a caribou, and I have helped to cut up many many of those," she comments, her dark eyes sparkling. "I have not moved my things here, so... we will have to go to where I was staying before here to get a spear for the hunt, or make a new one in the forest," she adds.

"Goodness!" Kelley states, as his brain finally clicks over to the whole "stuff not brought over" issue. "Monique, we have to bring your things over today! Put them in your room, make you feel more at home! Let's do it right after breakfast, okay?" The man seems very excited about the prospect of completely moving Monique in with him. Though he would love to share a bed with her, he wouldn't dare mention it until she brought it up. "So, what are you going to try to hunt? Deer? Does Tornaq cut off the avenues of escape, while you move in for the kill? I probably shouldn't be asking, since I'm going to see it first hand, anyway, right?" He sticks his tongue out at Monique right before he slips a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Monique giggles at first, and then she laughs lightly, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement to his reaction. "I do not have many things. And nothing like this," she says softly, poking the couch with one of her fingers to indicate it. She has no furniture that needs to be moved, and her apartment is devoid of such a thing. "It should not take long to move my things from there to here," she adds, smiling brightly at him. She's excited about having all of her things here as well, for more than one reason. "Mmm... yes, we will try to hunt for deer. Tornaq can eat much of one himself, when he is truly hungry. He helps where he sees he can... we have developed a way of hunting together, he and I," she says softly, her dark eyes showing a sparkle to them again. She finishes up her toast, then licks her fingers of the sugar-cinnamon that had gotten on them, and rather than mess with trying to cut her bacon, she just uses her fingers to pick it up and bite a piece off.

Monique considers the question for a moment, and then she lifts a hand to scritch at Tornaq's cheek, since the great white bear has lowered his head next to her. Leaning a little towards him, she gives his head a bit of a hug, then brings her attention back to her beloved scientist. "I think it would be easier to move my things first, and then to go on a hunt. Then we will not have to try to move things while carrying meat along," she comments, apparently not concerned as to if they'll be successful. "Whatever is left, yes... it will be cooked, or dried. It must not be wasted," she says, her tone both solemn and serious. "To waste any part of it would be to scorn the gift of the life sacrificed," she adds, then finishes the last of the food on her plate.

Kelley thoughtfully considers what the Inuit woman has to say, then agrees, "Yes, it would be a shame to waste the animal. You get to cook it, though. I'll help you out with how the kitchen works - but you have to do the cooking. Fair?" he asks with a grin. "Let's finish up here and move your stuff back into your room, or in the living room, I suppose, if you prefer." As he finishes his plate, he checks out Monique's plate to see if it's ready to be taken away or not. In the meantime, he enjoys a glass of orange juice.

Save for crumbs, Monique's plate has been emptied of food. And even those crumbs are short-lived, for Tornaq gives it a glance before his pink tongue makes a swipe across it. The small Inuit woman laughs lightly, then reaches out and scritches the great white bear, her dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. Her attention turns back to Kelley, though, and she tilts her head slightly to one side. "I have to?" she asks, as though to reaffirm what he'd said. She's not sure if she can actually do the cooking on the various appliances in the kitchen, and some of that apprehension reflects in her dark eyes. Yet she does give a small nod. "I will try," she says softly, looking to him through the veil of her lashes. "I think moving my things to the guest room would serve better than the living room. I will, I think, get used to a bed," she says softly, blushing a little.

"Well then, that's the way that it shall be," proclaims Kelley. "After we've let our food settle a little bit, we can start moving your things. This is going to be wonderful, my dear beau. I can't tell you how excited I am!" The man sits and cuddles with Monique, waiting for breakfast to settle, and putting on the holo vids for some entertainment while they wait.Tags:kelley, monique