Late Night Stressing

[Everett King]

Everett rarely had the time to just stand and cook, and experiment; but when the kitchen was deserted and the night was dark he finally had some time to himself. Truthfully he'd probably be more comfortable in his own house working, but the kitchens at Helios were so extensive and well-prepared that it would be a sin not to take advantage of what he had.


The man had spent a great deal of his day staring at numbers and files, and it was soothing for him now to hear the rhythmic thunk-thunk of a knife on the chopping board and forget all about the stress. It was always helpful for him to test out recipes by cooking and trying them himself, before giving them to his workers in the kitchen. He may have had to give up his cooking for a better job, but he refused to give up his life's-work completely. And screw the chefs working under him if they thought they could cook a single dish he hadn't approved.

Ever's gentle humming was interrupted when he heard someone step into the cafeteria. Grabbing a dish towel he nudged the kitchen door open, absently wiping his hands. There were still a few lights left on in the spacious room, and the man relaxed when he recognized the figure. "Evening,"[/b] he drawled, clearly curious about the impromptu visit. "You're not trying to raid my fridge for chocolate or something are you?"

He was mostly joking; but even though Drew was his boss, he'd probably still have a few words to say to anyone picking out of his kitchen.....Which Drew paid for.....Yeah he was probably going to get fired. Not that he truly believed that was Drew's purpose for being in the kitchen at that late hour anyway.

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[Drew Conner]

Drew was, to say the very least, unsettled. It seemed as though an already tense and fragile situation had taken a turn for the worse in recent days. The sudden, brutal attack on not just a fellow mutant, but a young woman in which he'd gone to college with and his wife had been friends with had sent shockwaves through the area, further dividing a town that was once united in a common goal. Drew had never once backed down from conflict when it came to mutant rights but the whispers around the city that the police department was dragging their collective feet when it came to the investigation only served to further fan the flames of unrest. As a self-proclaimed activist of the pro-mutant movement this weighed heavily on Drew's mind. He'd never once spoke of condoning violence but that reasoning only carried weight so long as the other side didn't resort to barbaric methods.

It seemed a perfect night to roam around the Helios facility alone in the dark. Drew couldn't exactly put a finger on what had brought him out of the small office he used while working on base. Maybe it was the silence that had settled over the massive complex or the chill that hung in the air that seemed to take his breath away for a moment after he'd stepped out of the climate controlled office building. Tucking his hands into his coat he moved along, lost in his thoughts and largely unaware of his surroundings.

Until he saw the lights on in the dining facility.

Curiosity pushed Drew to see what was going on at such a late hour. Pushing open the door, Drew glanced around the darkened dining area and followed the glow of lights to the prep area. The wide, swinging double doors parted and Drew stopped cold in his tracks. He hadn't expected to see Everett busy making... something while the d-fac was closed. Drew's head tilted slightly at the sight before a thin smirk touched his lips. "Trust, Mister King, I have my own stash of chocolate in my office." He assured Everett as he stepped inside, letting the doors swing shut behind him. "I saw the lights on and was curious." A brow quirked as Drew looked over the prep area Everett was using. "What, uh, what've you got going here?"