02 - It's Okay, It's Evil Pie.

[doofenstrudel]

[Action 1 - Bakery, Morning]

[Finding out that his role within this throwback town was that of a baker hadn't gone over well, initially. A fit had been thrown. Fists had been shaken at the heavens. And he had seethed with rage on the entire way to work. Injustice! Injustice! The universe was constantly mocking him, and this was additional proof of it! Logic took the edge off of his temper, however, and he was only monologuing under his breath as he tied on his apron.]

If I'm going to Inator my way out of this nightmare, I'm going to need to understand it. Become a part of it.

[Tie, tie.]

...and I'm going to need funding.

Besides, how hard can it possibly be to make bread? They have machines that can do it, I know how to operate an oven, I've spent time slinging bratwurst so obviously food service isn't outside of my range of expertise... this should be EASY!

[He swept his arms outwards triumphantly! And struck a stack of metal bowls, sending them flying with a CLANG and a residual clatter-clatter-clatter.

He flinched, and nursed his hand.]

...and that is not a premonition of utter failure, no, no...

[Action 2 - Bakery, Mid-day]

[The scents wafting from the bakery today have only a hint of burntness to them. Fresh bread and sugar cookies are doing their best to overpower the remains of the morning's mistakes. Heinz is busy filling donut-like pastries with jam, looking very pleased with himself.


The display cases and racks are full of baked... somethingness, that's for sure. There are only a few items to be particularly concerned about. A few loaves have had corners or edges carefully cut away, to hide charred spots. There are several blueberry(?) pies out for sale, and a single lemon meringue with very lopsided meringue. A wide assortment of sugar cookies are available, too! Although those ones are shaped like skulls and these ones are decorated like frowny faces and the ones there still reveal burnt patches from beneath the heavy striped frosting....]

Comments

[doofenstrudel]

I take pride in my work! It is a very uncommon, unappreciated skill set!

And besides, don't you want to get out of this place? I do! We're on the same side!

[vytis]

I suppose that's true... An enemy of my enemy, or something like that?

[doofenstrudel]

Exactly! These are strange circumstances.

...I mean, here I am in a bakery with Lithuania.

[vytis]

I suppose you have a point. I forget it's not normal here, sometimes.

[doofenstrudel]

You forget?

How long have you been here?

[vytis]

Since January, but I don't mean that Mayfield is normal, just that--well, that people like me are. There are quite a few of us here, if you look.

[doofenstrudel]

Multiple country-personification-people?

[Just accept it, just accept it, don't think about it too hard...]

...having familiar faces around would make it easier to cope. I would think. Possibly.

[He goes quiet, there, and puts more of his focus towards filling those pastries.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania goes back to his own set of pastries.]

...It's a bit difficult when they're droned permanently, but they still look like the people you know.

[doofenstrudel]

[His eyebrows furrow.]

...permanently? It can be permanent?

That's... unfortunate.

[He'd be angry, if Lithuania's tone hadn't hit just the right note of resigned dismay. He's actually feeling sympathy now.]

Is it worse being alone from the start, or alone in the end...?

Eh. Don't answer that. Ignore me.

[vytis]

If they have anything from home, it will disappear. That's how you can tell. And eventually they're replaced in their house.

[Still looking at his work.]

We don't know what happens to people who are dronend. I'd like to believe they went home. Things will get better, and we'll all go back where we should be, I'm sure of it.

[doofenstrudel]

That's subtle. But it makes sense. I wouldn't have thought to check for that... I'll have to keep an eye out.

[Looking at his own work too, yup.]

Optimism! That's what we need, here. Optimism.