notes on the fridge

[madscenes]

NOTES ON THE FRIDGE
You're sharing a space: a home, an office, a Batcave, whatever. But you're busy and your schedules don't quite match up -- but you have plenty of note paper! Time to leave a note (or two)!

instructions:
- comment with your character name & canon in the subject line + if you just want one-on-one interactions (1:1) or you're open to anything (ota)
- in your top level leave a starter note - a shopping list, a reminder, just a comment, whatever you'd like
- others reply to this note!
- you can "edit" notes by copy/pasting them and striking out words, adding doodles, writing over/under, or just add another note!
- if the commenter is ota, jump in on other people's threads! maybe you're all sharing the space as a group or team! please don't jump into threads if they're marked 1:1!
- do you sign the note or leave it anonymous? do you recognise the handwriting?
- have fun!

Comments

[sweetaspie]

[ aaaaaugh! Like hell she's going to use another one! She's going to wait for him to come back around to check. ]

Hey! Who do you think's gonna pay for those damn sticky notes, huh?!

[rascalking]

[ Billy gives a nonplussed look as he rounded the corner to the fridge. Of course it was her. ]

Are you gonna pay for my maize?

[sweetaspie]

That depends. Do you have the proof that it was your maize?

[rascalking]

[ Billy squaked. ] Who else would have the stuff 'round here!

[ besides Quetz, but she never made her own and always bummed off him. ]

[sweetaspie]

[ Carol thinks for five seconds... and. ]

It's not like I'm allergic to corn, you know. If it bothers you that much, I can get you some tortillas next time I go out.

[rascalking]

[ A groan and shake of his head. ]

I ain't gonna touch that store-bought stuff. A real vaquero makes their own.

[ He was sure every single one of his Mexican friends would laugh at him for insisting on that, but hey, he had an image to maintain. ]

[sweetaspie]

A rea-- [ ...She waves that off. She'll look it up later. ]

Well, whatever chef. Let me off with a warning this time, and you can try the soup. Just a little, though.

[rascalking]

That depends... What're you spicin' it with?

[sweetaspie]

Spice?

Spice... yeah, I'm spicing it.... with.... yeah....

[rascalking]

[ Billy could only sigh, click his tongue and shake his head. ]

What am I gonna do with you, sweetheart? I got some chipotle made, too, if you wanna try some of that.

[sweetaspie]

Deal, but call me sweetheart again and you'll be trying the soup through a straw.

[ Damn cowboy. ]

Didn't know you cared about how spicy something was.

[rascalking]

Now now, darlin, there ain't no need to be ornery over a lil thing like that. [ Billy chuckled. ] As for the spice, you live in Mexican territory long enough, you learn to love yer chilis.

[sweetaspie]

[ The only argument against killing this guy's definitely that Carol doesn't want to pay any more rent than she already is, so she swallows down the irritation she has for now. ]

Sure, sure. I'm fine with spices as long as you don't start spiking my food with Reapers or anything like that.

[rascalking]

I said learn to love yer chilis not narrowly avoid death. Reapers are just people bein' silly. You still gotta taste yer damn food.