Night 51: Staff-Only Kitchen

[darwinism]

[ From here. ]

Even the kitchen here looked spruced up and colorful, though Sylar didn't give much of a damn about that as he started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets for any kill-friendly utensils. So far, though, he was having surprisingly little luck: mixing bowls and stirring spoons weren't exactly going to help him in his efforts against Peter Petrelli unless his nefarious plan involved sitting him down and serving him waffles or something. Maybe if they were poisoned? That'd be kind of funny.

"How about something sharp," he muttered as he yanked open another compartment. Rolling pin. Yeah, if he was going to choose a blunt instrument to flail around, that wasn't the one. Finally, he tugged on one of the smaller drawers and found it jammed somehow, which, unfortunately, was probably a good sign. Peering down at it, he jostled the contents and pulled it out the whole way, revealing a mess of utensils, and...

"There you are." Sylar smirked as he drew out a long, thin carving knife and held it to the light of his flashlight. Polished and gleaming. He wouldn't mind having this while going up against some freak-of-nature monster.

He placed it on the counter and retraced his kitchen-raiding steps with a little more leisure and open-mindedness. A couple of cake testers might make for better lock-picking tools, for instance.

But he wasn't about to load himself down with too much unnecessary equipment. Snatching up his knife again, he started making his way out of the kitchen, a smile on his face.

[ Awaiting Elle encounter. ]

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The door opened easier than Spock had anticipated. It was highly possible someone had entered here before them, which meant they needed to be careful. Shining his flashlight across the kitchen's tiled floor, nothing appeared to pose an immediate threat. Goku seemed to take this for granted as he jumped onto the stove as though he were some sort of animal who did not know how to behave in a food-preparation area.

"The chicken will not answer back, so there is little use in calling for it," Spock told him. By now, he had reached the point where his lips were faintly tightened in a way that wasn't quite a frown, but enough to indicate his displeasure at having to constantly remind Goku of their surroundings. If this behavior persisted, he realized he may have to consider performing a neck pinch on the boy. After all, his blatant chatter and yelling ran the risk of giving away their location and attracting enemies.

That was a last resort, of course, seeing how the last thing he wanted was to be forced to carry Goku's unconscious body with him. Furthermore, Spock was uncertain as to how effective that particular technique was within Landel's. It had not worked on the staff, but he hadn't had the opportunity to try it on a patient before now.

Either way, it appeared Goku's senses had led them straight to the kitchen. Considering he had yet to read any maps, Spock had to privately admit that his ability to locate it by smell alone was quite remarkable. There was no doubt that he was unlike other human boys his age, though now clearly wasn't the time to interrogate him on the matter.

Instead, Spock began to look through the drawers in search of any potential items. It seemed as though someone might have passed through there before them, but that hardly mattered so long as he discovered at least one utensil that could potentially be of use. As the Vulcan looked, he never entirely diverted his attention away from Goku in case he tried to do something...unwise.

[monkeyboy]

Goku was too fixed on the towering fridge to hear Spock's comment on his unnecessary dialogue with himself. Another awe-struck noise wailed like a siren from his mouth before he finally opened the door. As usual a little light inside turned on and, with big bulging black eyes, the young boy began rifling through the fridge.

He didn't find any chickens lying around, but there was juice and a few strange paper sacks. Master Roshi drank from sacks sometimes, but he always said it wasn't for little boys. "Hmmm..." He grabbed one anyway and simply ripped the bag apart. All at once, the contents fell to the floor with a clop, a can sputtering and leaking across the tile.

"Uwwwah!" Not sure what to do about this, Goku crept away from the spill, gathering up the plastic bag that contained some kind of sandwich before it could get soiled. That too he simply tore through and began chewing on the crustless bread. He wasn't a big fan of the mushy texture of sandwiches, but it was food even if it didn't give him as much energy as say a nice roasted boar.

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Spock was uncertain as to whether he would locate any items suitable for use in combat, but thus far this was the only room in the general vicinity where his chances of finding a sharp object larger than a scalpel were substantial. As such, he patiently searched through the plethora of cooking utensils, sorting through rolling pins and measuring cups in case something resembling a blade caught his eye.

Goku, meanwhile, appeared to be quite preoccupied with the refrigeration unit, though the noises he made as he investigated it left something to be desired. As he began consuming some of the food inside, however, Spock realized it was possible that he would speak less as a result, at least for the time being.

It was best to work quickly, then. After opening two more drawers, Spock's gaze soon locked onto a long, thin knife, and his pale fingers grasped onto the handle. While it would have been ideal if he found another for either the captain or McCoy, he knew he was fortunate simply to have found the one.

Just as he was turning to Goku to inform him that he'd completed one of his objectives for the evening, however, his radio crackled to life. There was a message, apparently, and Spock paused to listen to it.

[monkeyboy]

Hey all, Marc here!

"Ah--!" That got his attention. With a bottle of juice in his hand, Goku turned around to meet this new person who had come into the kitchen. All he found was Spock, but he could have sworn the voice had come from inside their room. Maybe Marc was shy and in hiding.

"Hey!" Goku greeted back with a wave. He didn't know what corner of the room Marc was in, so he made sure to wave all the way around in case he missed him. "I'm Goku--"

That was a pretty nasty trick th--

Jeez, he just kept on talking right over him! Maybe he hadn't been loud enough for Marc. It was best to try again. "Where are you?" His shout echoed off the walls, making it difficult to understand the last few words from Marc. But he just kept on rambling as if the monkey boy hadn't even opened his mouth.

"Hey!!" He shouted again, pointing beside Spock. "Come out! We know yer here--" And it continued on like this. Marc would talk and Goku would talk louder, searching for this elusive creature. Finally, the radio went silent and Goku stopped speaking as well, but only for a moment. "Where'd you go? Marc... MARC?!"