[ When Caelus returns to his room, there is nothing too out of the ordinary. All his snacks remain safely unmolested, the couch is still clean save a few bits of fur where Peppy napped, the game he left open on the massive screen by the desk is still paused and open, and the giant Pom-Pom plushie is resting peacefully against the side of his bed.
There is, however, something rather out of place, apparent the second he opens the fridge.
The most beautiful, decadent slice of mousse cake known to mankind rests on a platter, light drops of condensation glistening on the strawberry resting atop. Each layer has been sculpted by only the most skilled hands, and the delectable dessert has been adorned with delicate curls of milk chocolate shavings, each twisted to form elegant designs along the edges of the cake and dusted with what looks almost like gold. Something tells you that this single slice of cake may be worth more than what the average overworked IPC employee makes in a week… Isn’t that absurd?
There is even what looks like a golden fork sitting beside the plate, daring you to consume the entire slice without leaving a single trace…
If Caelus decides to take a closer look at the surroundings, he may notice that the number of credits that have been left on the counter per his rule that all Fridge Borrowers must pay a fee for usage and upkeep of their items…has increased. Significantly. Perhaps the pile is triple what it used to be…
[ It's the most beautiful cake that Caelus has ever seen in the world.
Naturally, he wants to eat it immediately. The temptation to eat it is stronger than any pull of the Trailblaze he's ever felt in his life. Surely that beautiful fork was also left in his refrigerator so that he can eat it! Surely this is an offering to the Galactic Baseballer in all his glory!
But wait... no. He has to second-guess himself. Suppose this is a trap from his numerous and varied enemies? He's gotten in trouble for putting random things in his mouth before. What if this beautiful slice of cake is only temptation sent by the forces of the Antimatter Legion, or slipped into his things by a dastardly servant of the Plagues Author?
Caelus is not ordinarily a man who leans upon the guidance of Ena, but he is blessed by the attention of many Aeons. He calls upon the Order now, to steady his wavering heart. THEY can guide him towards balance. Away from temptation. (Sunday would be proud, if also slightly puzzled. It is entirely within the understanding of the Astral Express that Caelus would eat anything pretty placed in front of him as a treat.)
Order compels him to remember that he has set rules for the use of his own refrigerator. By that token, he himself must comply by the rules. The money set on his counter means that someone else is using his fridge and has left this treat... for themselves? For later? Also, the sheer volume of money that has been given in tribute to the Refrigerator Aeon can only mean one thing:
This is Aventurine's cake.
Knowing that only encourages Caelus to take an absolutely bizarre series of photos of the cake and promptly send it to the man in question: ]
I wanna eat it
[ He's done something funny with the sending of the images so that they're animated on Aventurine's screen. No, they're not videos. They're animated photos. As in, one glossy photo of the cake swooshes in from the corner of Aventurine's screen towards the other corner. Another photo of the cake from a different angle zooms in and out on his screen as though it's bouncing eagerly at his face. A third static photo of the cake spirals in like the slide from a bad Powerpoint presentation. All of this adds up to a... slightly unhinged image of cake worship...? ]
I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it
[ One can... practically imagine Caelus shaking, like a dog that's been well-trained but hasn't been given permission to eat yet... ]
[ Indeed, Aventurine is imagining this exact image; it's hard not to, given the flurry of photos and texts. The Trailblazer, bouncing around this single slice of cake, stars in his eyes, rigging up the most chaotic slideshow Aventurine has ever seen in his life... And how had he managed that particular angle? Has he been sent on one too many bizarre requests to assist with photo shoots of gourmet food dishes in the past? Sometimes, Aventurine has to wonder what sorts of things Caelus has seen and done on his journey... ]
Haha, do you like it that much?
If you wait patiently for me, I'll let you enjoy it and give you an additional reward.
But only if you manage not to eat it in the interim.
[ A challenge for Caelus—will his desire for cake win out, or will he be a good boy and stay steadfast waiting for his treat? The logic of it is easy enough to grasp: better rewards in exchange for time, but resisting when such a perfect specimen of cake is before your very eyes, close enough to touch and smell? Good luck, friend. ]
[ Imagine the puppy eyes, Aventurine. The pleading face. Caelus is shameless enough even to get down on all fours and beg like a real dog if he has to. Plus, the longer this cake stays in the refrigerator, the soggier it's gonna get!
(Note: This is more of an issue with First Amber Era refrigerators. The refrigerator in Caelus's room is state-of-the-art and near perfectly preserves the cake. It's not going to be overly affected by the cold temperatures... he's just impatient.) ]
[ A pause ensues despite Caelus’ desperate flurry of texts. What could be taking Aventurine so long…?
Still, the reason becomes clear after several moments longer: Aventurine has one-upped expectations with an attached photo of yet another cake slice, and this time, it’s an even more exquisitely decorated one made with triple artisan chocolate and expensive vanilla beans, the various layers visible along the side. Flakes of gold leaf and what seems to be a tasteful pattern of edible diamonds form a glittering trail atop the icing, making it…somehow look even more extravagant than the other slice? And that one already seemed like it would make paychecks bleed…! ]
Double the winnings, and only for a little bit of patience~
There is, truthfully, a part of Caelus that is almost concerned about where Aventurine gets these cakes. Edible gold? Edible diamonds? Oh, there are plenty of luxuries like that in this beautiful universe, to be sure, but do such things really cure the holes in one's heart? Talk to me, he almost wants to say to Aventurine. Tell me if this heals you.
On a much less serious note, though: god damn, he really wants that cake.
Two cakes... two cakes just for waiting a little while...
...Right?
Wait, before he agrees to anything — he's gotta figure out all the terms first, right? ]
...How long do you want me to wait?
[ This is a matter of life and death, Aventurine!! ]
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There is, however, something rather out of place, apparent the second he opens the fridge.
The most beautiful, decadent slice of mousse cake known to mankind rests on a platter, light drops of condensation glistening on the strawberry resting atop. Each layer has been sculpted by only the most skilled hands, and the delectable dessert has been adorned with delicate curls of milk chocolate shavings, each twisted to form elegant designs along the edges of the cake and dusted with what looks almost like gold. Something tells you that this single slice of cake may be worth more than what the average overworked IPC employee makes in a week… Isn’t that absurd?
There is even what looks like a golden fork sitting beside the plate, daring you to consume the entire slice without leaving a single trace…
If Caelus decides to take a closer look at the surroundings, he may notice that the number of credits that have been left on the counter per his rule that all Fridge Borrowers must pay a fee for usage and upkeep of their items…has increased. Significantly. Perhaps the pile is triple what it used to be…
What will you do?! ]
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Naturally, he wants to eat it immediately. The temptation to eat it is stronger than any pull of the Trailblaze he's ever felt in his life. Surely that beautiful fork was also left in his refrigerator so that he can eat it! Surely this is an offering to the Galactic Baseballer in all his glory!
But wait... no. He has to second-guess himself. Suppose this is a trap from his numerous and varied enemies? He's gotten in trouble for putting random things in his mouth before. What if this beautiful slice of cake is only temptation sent by the forces of the Antimatter Legion, or slipped into his things by a dastardly servant of the Plagues Author?
Caelus is not ordinarily a man who leans upon the guidance of Ena, but he is blessed by the attention of many Aeons. He calls upon the Order now, to steady his wavering heart. THEY can guide him towards balance. Away from temptation. (Sunday would be proud, if also slightly puzzled. It is entirely within the understanding of the Astral Express that Caelus would eat anything pretty placed in front of him as a treat.)
Order compels him to remember that he has set rules for the use of his own refrigerator. By that token, he himself must comply by the rules. The money set on his counter means that someone else is using his fridge and has left this treat... for themselves? For later? Also, the sheer volume of money that has been given in tribute to the Refrigerator Aeon can only mean one thing:
This is Aventurine's cake.
Knowing that only encourages Caelus to take an absolutely bizarre series of photos of the cake and promptly send it to the man in question: ]
I wanna eat it
[ He's done something funny with the sending of the images so that they're animated on Aventurine's screen. No, they're not videos. They're animated photos. As in, one glossy photo of the cake swooshes in from the corner of Aventurine's screen towards the other corner. Another photo of the cake from a different angle zooms in and out on his screen as though it's bouncing eagerly at his face. A third static photo of the cake spirals in like the slide from a bad Powerpoint presentation. All of this adds up to a... slightly unhinged image of cake worship...? ]
I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it
[ One can... practically imagine Caelus shaking, like a dog that's been well-trained but hasn't been given permission to eat yet... ]
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Haha, do you like it that much?
If you wait patiently for me, I'll let you enjoy it and give you an additional reward.
But only if you manage not to eat it in the interim.
[ A challenge for Caelus—will his desire for cake win out, or will he be a good boy and stay steadfast waiting for his treat? The logic of it is easy enough to grasp: better rewards in exchange for time, but resisting when such a perfect specimen of cake is before your very eyes, close enough to touch and smell? Good luck, friend. ]
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But I want to eat it now...
What's the additional reward?
Aventurine :(((
[ Imagine the puppy eyes, Aventurine. The pleading face. Caelus is shameless enough even to get down on all fours and beg like a real dog if he has to. Plus, the longer this cake stays in the refrigerator, the soggier it's gonna get!
(Note: This is more of an issue with First Amber Era refrigerators. The refrigerator in Caelus's room is state-of-the-art and near perfectly preserves the cake. It's not going to be overly affected by the cold temperatures... he's just impatient.) ]
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Still, the reason becomes clear after several moments longer: Aventurine has one-upped expectations with an attached photo of yet another cake slice, and this time, it’s an even more exquisitely decorated one made with triple artisan chocolate and expensive vanilla beans, the various layers visible along the side. Flakes of gold leaf and what seems to be a tasteful pattern of edible diamonds form a glittering trail atop the icing, making it…somehow look even more extravagant than the other slice? And that one already seemed like it would make paychecks bleed…! ]
Double the winnings, and only for a little bit of patience~
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It's so beautiful...
There is, truthfully, a part of Caelus that is almost concerned about where Aventurine gets these cakes. Edible gold? Edible diamonds? Oh, there are plenty of luxuries like that in this beautiful universe, to be sure, but do such things really cure the holes in one's heart? Talk to me, he almost wants to say to Aventurine. Tell me if this heals you.
On a much less serious note, though: god damn, he really wants that cake.
Two cakes... two cakes just for waiting a little while...
...Right?
Wait, before he agrees to anything — he's gotta figure out all the terms first, right? ]
...How long do you want me to wait?
[ This is a matter of life and death, Aventurine!! ]