Guess Who's Coming to Dinner [semi-open]

[fantasticforcefields]

Date & Time: Ju...ly?
Location: Suite 101 (Sue, Medusa, and Crystal's apartment)
Characters: Sue Richards (fantasticforcefields) and various
Summary: Sue will feed pretty much anyone who's not actively afraid she put arsenic in the potatoes.
Warnings: God, I hope not.
Notes:: If the character's had an even remotely positive interaction with Sue, chances are good they could score a dinner invitation. If you're not sure, PM me and we can handwave some additional CR. I prefer action, but if you love prose, go for it.

[At home, Sue does the cooking. In Exsilium, it's no different. Even if it hadn't been a necessity, living first with Tony and Ivy, and then with the Inhuman royals (though Crystal has picked up a few things in her years in the human world) it's familiar, comforting--and frankly, considering the limited selection of food available even with the Initiative's efforts, it takes a chef of Sue's experience to make it appetizing day after day. She even remembers not to make enough to feed twenty people every night...usually.

Though she's not feeding the menagerie she has in New York--and she tries not to think about just how much she'd rather be doing that--it's as easy to cook for a few more as it is for just herself on nights when her roommates have other plans, and rather than eat alone, she's gotten into the habit of inviting friends or friendly acquaintances to share a meal, and providing dinner has a way of converting the latter to the former in cases where Sue's personality alone isn't quite enough.]

Comments

[fantasticforcefields]

[Just as well. Surprising Sue isn't necessarily a course of action that leads to unbroken bones.

She opens the door with a smile.]

Bucky. Come in.

[The Fantastic Four uniform is off in a closet somewhere, and she's wearing a sweater and slacks, looking for all the world like someone's attractive but unremarkable mother.]

[kneecaptain]

{ Bucky is wearing a leather jacket and shirt that might be cool if he were wearing it ironically. He obviously isn't. Decades of military service have given him a particular fanaticism about the neatness of his clothes, but they haven't taught him how to match his colors. ]

Hi.

[ He's a bit unsure, as he walks in. It's been a while since anyone had him over for dinner, proper-like. ]

It smells good.

[fantasticforcefields]

[The apartment looks just like anyone else's, except for the personal touches three women with varying tastes and levels of domestic sensibility have added.]

Thank you. I hope you like chicken.

[She's joking. It doesn't get much safer than chicken if you don't know who you're serving--and Sue doubts he's a vegetarian.]

May I take your coat?

[Stop dripping on her floor.]

[kneecaptain]

Sure, yeah.

[ He takes off his jacket, handing it over. ]

This is nice.

[ He might have thrown a whistle in there, too. Basically awkward smalltalk mode, engage. ]

[fantasticforcefields]

Do you not live in the apartment block? They're all like this, more or less.

[Too paranoid, she assumes.

Sue shakes the jacket once to get it to hang straight, and then it floats off to the coat closet next to the door. Her family's extremely casual with their powers.]

Would you like something to drink? ...And by that I mean soda. Most of the alcohol around here seems to have been made in someone's bathtub.

[Smalltalk yes, awkward no. If Sue's noticed Bucky doesn't know what to do with himself (she has) she's showing no sign of it.]

[kneecaptain]

I do, I know, I just— [ Okay, Barnes, foot meet mouth. ] It's just obvious you don't live with my roommate.

And yeah, I'd like a coke.

[fantasticforcefields]

[She lives with ten children, plus the children in adult bodies the world knows as three quarters of the Fantastic Four.]

Coming right up. Have a seat.

[Sue waves at the couch as she heads for the kitchen. Soda bottles are a little finicky to open with force fields, so this time she's going to use her hands like a normal person.]

I assume you came through the recent mess all right?

[She herself landed on life support, but it's not like she thinks that's worth mentioning.]

[kneecaptain]

I don't get sick. [ He's always had a good immune system. If he didn't heal well, he'd probably be old and broken by now. Well, more old and broken. ] Usually.