Red the Mother's page

"Well bless your hearts," Red says in mom fashion as the two new guys make themselves known. "I'm just Red, and you need anything, anything at all, just do let me know. I'll do all the cookin' an' cleanin' so you all can get to the...you know, big things."

Still still holds out both bowl and beverage in assumption that the two new boys will be hungry. Someone once told her that boys were always hungry and she never did find cause enough to not believe it.

"Of course I Imagine my little girl will want to say hi," she finishes, wearing an inside smile as thought she said something funny.

Elemental, after you park the van, an older woman with grey hair and a figure that is obviously in retreat from what once was an enviable position comes out. In one hand is an unopened can of Mountain Dew. In the other is a steaming hot bowl of fish and pork mixed into ramen noodles. A standard plastic spoon sticks out of it.

"Hello, dearie?" she hails to the van, squinting to see inside. "Come out, come out, whoever you are," she calls in a sing-song voice that is universal to experienced mothers everywhere.

~Who is this "Mom" person.

"Oh my goodness, dearie, you're looking a little thin. Are you eating well? Let me get you something, I was just cooking up a little din-din."

Red comes back with a silver tray tray and sets before you an entire roasted chicken and an ice-cold Code Red Mountain Dew. She sits down in an over-stuffed chair.

"So you want to hear about me and Lennie? Oh he was a feisty one in his time. One day he brought home a voltmeter, a wind-up frog, and a rubber chicken. Oh my but that was an interesting evening. It all started while we were in the bedroom...."

Your super sense detects an incoming Old Person Rant. Danger imminent.

Everyone returning to the base finds themselves handed a large bowl brimming with an -exquisite- goulash and a can of peach sparkling water.

Red comes over and opens a foldable table next to Enkidu. She puts a steaming bowl of spiced fried potato wedges on it and a glass of something iced and red.

Thomas' mom is always in the kitchen. ... Always.

"Pot roast with red potatoes and sun-dried tomatoes and a side dish its best not to ask too many questions about," Red answers Kat directly.

"A lady should always drink from a glass," she follows, putting an orange juice glass near her. "If you want vodka for that I'll have to go get more. Someone finished off the last of t' other an' I ain't got a chance to go in the basement to replace it."

One gets the sense that if one thought that the person who drank the last of the vodka was Red herself she wouldn't take offense.

Okay, here we go, time to get back to posting words and forget about the 12-14 hour days I'm starting have regularly now. =p

As the members, both new and old, sit around the table, an old-ish lady comes out of the kitchen and sits before everyone a plate of delicious-smelling baked chicken and a glass of code-red Mountain Dew.

Except for Katherine, who also gets a bottle of green-apple schnapps set in front of her. "If you're going to do that, do it right," she says motherly-ish before continuing her never-ending shuttle runs between the table and the kitchen.

Red comes by and puts a platter of steaming meat and a chilled Code Red Mountain Dew in front of Diffraction. "Sorry, deary, I must've not seen you there," she says before puttering back to the kitchen.

"You were told not to ask," the old woman quips as she puts a fresh glass of Code-Red Mountain Dew in front of Ibrahim. "You'd think in 800 years you would have learned some manners," she says in that corrective way that only old women seem to have the skill to produce.

Thomas' mom shuffles over to the door and unlocks, unbolts, un-latches, and opens it.

"Well here you are dearies," she croaks out, regardless of any attempted introductions. "You might as well make yourselves at home. I've got a roast in the oven and cold drinks are already on the table." True to her word, several glasses of a chilled, red liquid are lounging on the main table. "Make sure to wipe your feet on the carpet and never ask what the roast is made of."

She putters back to the kitchen.

"Here you are, dearie," Red says as she deposits a plate full of...salt?...in front of Doctor Toxic.

If he eats them, he finds them to taste Amazing! Normally mere food can't handle his acidity, but the salt just dissolves into his essence, infusing his whole body with hints of bacon and cinnamon and...a little bit of rum?

"Oh now don't you worry about me, deary," the old woman says, "I'll be right as rain. Now you all sit down an' tuck in. I've also got whole cooked chicken an' Code Red Mountain Dew, if any of you like old fashioned food."

She actually pinches Jack's cheeks as she says these seemingly-cryptic words.

She's definitely an old woman, dressed as she is in a flowered home-crock and a white cooking apron. But her eyes are bright and fill of life, and every single one of her wrinkles seems to have been earned the hard way, over a life of making hard choices and hoping everything would somehow work out.

"I also have a brace of pies, blueberry an' apple, cooling on th' stove, if I haven't made enough to tuck all yer corners," she says, filling everyone's water glass.