Gastronomy Day
Originally, this was supposed to be a one-shot for the #norma/frazie week. but it turned out very different from planned. Starting from the fact that I mashed up together lots of different prompts... and that I didn't wrote a one-shot at all.
Specially because I completely dislike Frazie and Norma as a couple. So, writing about them is an awesome way to both practice my writing and to challenge myself.
After all... maybe - only maybe they could be together, as long as Norma went through a huge change of heart. That's what this story is about, if I ever finish it .
For now, I hope you guys enjoy their rough begginings in the journey to love!
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Chapter 1 → The Number One Student
Everyone at Whispering Rock High knew that lesser principal Hollis Forsythe could be the most engaged person ever alive if she wanted to. What no one ever imagined was that she would bring back to life the already forgotten Gastronomy Day, in which each of the pairs handpicked by teachers who never considered their students might prefer the company of friends rather than socializing with strangers, should prepare a dish that perfectly represented different cultures. Or that at least didn’t kill anyone from food poisoning.
The jury might not be demanding, but there was still a ranking: the top three would be awarded just like all the other pairs would, in a consolation that already took away all the non-existent fun in competing. At least, according to Norma Natividad’s opinion. The number one junior student, and also the first to consider such festivities as nothing more than a waste of precious time she could spend studying, instead of being by Fiorenza Aquato's side.
— Holy Moly, there’s even macadamia jam here! — I didn’t even know there was macadamia jam at all… like, how do you eat that? With bread? And is it good? It’s not like I know it, right? I’ve never even seen this before and...
Watching her rummage through the fridge was the most excruciating experience Norma could have in life. Mostly because, despite Lizzie telling her that Gisu Nerumen had told Sam, who told her that Fiorenza knew nothing but how to be the loudest as possible, she never imagined she’d be greeted by the hellish horn sound from that crap Dion Aquato dared to call a car. That Fiorenza would slam the door and ring the doorbell a thousand times. A tight hug… and a kiss on the cheek.
Besides being noisy, Fiorenza was also quick. Norma couldn’t even guess when she’d tossed her backpack onto the living room couch and headed for the kitchen, carrying only a blue grocery bag, as big and crammed as the magical bags featured in these cartoons she used to watch as a child. It was only then that Fiorenza opened the fridge, and from there she took out all the fancy foods Mr. and Mrs. Natividad had bought for a get-together between co-workers.
—… it would go so well with the sour cream I bought, right? But I have no idea where to use sour cream! I thought about we make some stew… can we add cream to a stew? Maybe yes, but only if we cook…
It was obvious that she also had to chatter nonstop, wandering around like a headless chicken — until she went silent. Her sea-blue eyes staring at Norma’s winged face so intensely it made her wake up from the trance she was in.
— Norma?
— Hm?
— Is it all right? — She asked as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.
However, Norma was now empty-headed. And so her usual wild ideas were summarized to how the kitchen floor must already be covered with lots of red hair strands, or to how many fingerprints weren’t impregnated in that darn macadamia jam jar.
— W-we’re going to make burritos.
— … what?
— Didn’t I tell you? — Oops… — but now that she was back, regaining her fake smile would be easy — we’re going to make the frozen burritos in that same fridge you just rummaged like a wild beast!
— But… shouldn’t we, like… cook?
— No one will know if we don’t.
— But-
— C’ mon! It’s not like someone cares about it.
— I do! — She exclaimed — And I-I didn’t convince my mom to let me bring all this stuff up for nothing! — Do you realize how difficult it is to convince a real Italian mamma… my mom, to lend you her favorite pasta machine?
— And why did you bring a fucking pasta machine? Didn’t you want to make stew? A macadamia stew or… whatever? — Then she massaged her temples.
— Oh… I was still confused about what to do when I asked mammina about it. — She stretched her arms behind her head, smiling her wide, gapped teeth smile — The thing is that we will cook, yeah! And this is going to be the best… okay. Not the best. But still, I swear this is going to be a very tasty ciorbă de burta!
— Cio-r…?
— Ciorbă de burta.
She made her feel so pissed! And that mischievous laugh, wider and wider as the time passed… hell! Why did she have to get so damn close? Was she really that stupid to not realize-
— Whatever! — She raged — And this thing would be a…?
— Tripe stew!
— W-what?
— A tripe stew, you silly! But we can substitute the tripe - which I already bought - for burritos, since you are willing to use them that badly. — She playfully replied, with a well-placed flick on the tip of Norma's nose.
— No.
It had been a long time since Fiorenza had left her place behind the imposing, white marble kitchen countertop. Laughing heartily whenever she managed to ruffle the tousled curls of her newest, cornered and quitting friend (desperate too, though Frazie never noticed it). Whose fluffy shoulders she leaned so gladly on were identical to those owned by the sedentary ladies who used to watch her perform. Oblivious to how difficult a somersault really was, or to do a perfect jump - Norma might have been one of them, except she was too smart to not know the actual meaning of something.
— Only instead, we can make our own burritos… ah! And they can-
— No.
— … be mini tripe burritos!
She was different… and fascinating. Or maybe just…
— NO! No, definitely no! — Norma pushed her away — And get off me! This… this idea of yours offends the cuisine of at least ten different cultures!
— So-sorry. Sometimes I forget I can’t hug everyone out there! — Fiorenza looked perplexed when she finally released her, silently returning to the other side of the counter.
— Yeah, I noticed.
— Come on…
However, the silence was short-lived. But if it had been up to Norma, it would have lasted forever - instead, Fiorenza insisted on trying to ease the tension that had set in. Chattering, chattering and chattering nonstop.
— W-well… I heard you don’t even know how to fry an egg.
— You heard it, eh?
— At least, that’s what Gisu Nerumen told my brother. — She shrugged — But you’ll help me anyway, right? Y-you can bake your frozen burritos if you like. No problem… I can do the rest.
Observed by a kind smile, Norma just walked over to the electric oven on the other side of the kitchen, doing as she was told, and then clumsily sitting on the living room couch, not at all willing to argue back. All she wanted was to remain there, still. Judging the pathetic lives her colleagues showed on Instagram, while trying to ignore the stink that came out of one pressure cooker borrowed by the nature force that was Fiorenza Aquato.
The scent of tripes, bones and various other things she had thrown into it, before chopping the vegetables she’d stolen from the fridge (not the canned ones she’d brought). Her scrawny arms moved like a dance, an acrobatic performance as beautiful as a mesmerizing Renaissance painting - Norma also heard from Gisu that the Aquatos were acrobats.
She surely would have blushed, if only she could ignore the fact that a brand-new marble countertop was being slashed just like a butcher from some random, hypothetical horror movie tore apart his victims. Heck yeah... everything was so weird, sexy and hilarious until her iPhone, forgotten minutes ago, rang.
“What ‘s up?”
— What do you want?
“It seems you woke up on the wrong side today, eh?”
— What do you want, Elisabeth?
“Oh, no… don’t come calling me that!”
— Then spit it out!
“Ah…” She could practically see her sister’s smirk “… I just wanted to know if mom and dad are back yet.”
— You know they are not! — She growled. — Fuck… it’s still 3 PM.
“And?”
— And they won't back until night.
“So I’m going over there with Morris.”
— Don’t you dare!
“Stop being an ass, Norma!”
— There’s a good reason why they trust me more than you, you know?
“And there’s also a reason why everyone else finds you unbearable!”
— Seriously, Lizzie… not today.
“Just because you hate Morris?”
— What? I don’t... It’s because... — Norma met Fiorenza’s smile one last time, before curling up into some pillows, covering her face with them and supposedly whispering — Fiorenza Aquato… she’s here, in the kitchen. And it seems she will still be there for a long time…
“Gisu’s boyfriend weird sister?”
— In the flesh. — Norma laughed evilly — She’s doing our Gastronomy Day assignment.
“I thought we bought frozen food for that.”
— Right? — and then she grimaced — But she insisted on cooking… argh! Even its stink makes me sick.
“No kidding! What the hell is she making?”
— Tripe… stew.
“Ew!”
— Oh, you have no idea how much this all sucks!
“But Frazie… is she as weird as people say? Or…”
— Oh, she’s weird for sure! You know, she arrived splattering her junk all over the kitchen and-
Then there was the clatter of a bowl being slammed against the kitchen counter, and the sound of an aggressive spoon scraping something metalic. Fiorenza… Frazie was storing her dear recipe. Again, staring at Norma’s winged face - but this time, for the first time that day, she didn’t smile with her gap-toothed smile. Quite the opposite, actually.
— I’m leaving. — Her eyes were wet.
— But your brother didn’t-
— I WILL GO BY BUS!
And carrying only her crammed grocery bag, identical to the magical ones featured in children’s cartoons, she slammed the door. After all… maybe Whispering Rock High number one student was just a big asshole.
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For now, that's all folks! Any mistakes to be pointed out, or anything else you guys want to say is immensely appreciated!
See you next time!
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Decided to start doing pixel measurements
Basically, there's a height chart that I've seen around that has all of the Psychonauts 2 characters in a line from tallest to shortest.
So, using this, I figured out how tall Raz was by putting the chart into MS Paint 3D and getting a pixel measurement,
which turned out to be 81 pixels. Since we know from stats in game that Raz is 4'4", we can go from using the pixel measurement to figure out how many pixels can equal 4'4". 4'4" is 52 inches tall. We must divide 52/81 to get the amount that 1 pixel to x inches. So 52/81 = .64 inches.
The formula I used was P*.64 = X... /12 = H
Below the keep reading I'll place down my chart of different character groupings. I used generated approximations on HeightComparison.com
DREAM TEAM!
Sasha turned out to be 135 pixels,
Milla was 133 pixels,
Morceau was 105 pixels,
Raz is canonically 4'4"
Lili is an approximation. She measured around 75 pixels. So she should be 4' even.
AQUATO FAMILY!
Augustus, not including his hair, had the exact same pixel measurement as Milla.
Donatella was 129 pixels.
Dion was 125 pixels.
Frazie was 117 pixels.
Raz is his canon height.
Mirtala was 68 pixels.
Queepie was 56 pixels.
PSYCHIC SEVEN!
Cassie was 180 pixels.
Helmut was 150 pixels.
Otto was 125 pixels.
Ford was 120 pixels.
Bob was 116 pixels.
Lucy was 90 pixels.
Compton was 84 pixels.
SENIOR AGENTS!
Sasha was 135 pixels
Milla was 133 pixels
Hollis was 126 pixels
Truman was 122 pixels
Morceau was 105 pixels
JUNIOR AGENTS!
Adam was approximately 146 pixels
Lizzie (and Norma is the same height) was approximately 119 pixels
Gisu was 98 pixels
Sam was 88 pixels
Morris was 79 pixels
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viva la @stargarnet03
hello stargartnet03!!
i would like to politely inform you that what you're saying is incorrect :)
the horrible, awful BAD ship that MrPrestto was jokingly endorsing is Sam x Raz.
Sam is 12, max.
Raz is 10.
lili is 11, and raz is 10. does shipping them make me and alot of other people and doublefine a proshipper?
Yes, it's morally not okay but still not that bad.
You also blocked him for no reason, and left both of the servers you were in that had anything to do with him. He didn't do anything to you.
MrPrestto does not support proshippers. no one in that server supports proshippers. just because there is a singular proshipper in the main Psychonauts server, does not mean that we support proshippers. if it were up to me, i'd ban her. but it's not, so i just blocked the proshipper (who doesn't even talk in the server to begin with) and moved on.
so, instead of talking to him, and saying "hey! this is kind of strange and this makes me uncomfortable" you blocked him and decided to publicly spread rumors about him!!! really shows off your maturity boo
i've also been informed by more than one person that you were kind of stalkerish lol!
also:
where are you when people talk about Sasha x Milla x Raz? Or Frazie x Norma? or any pedophilic ship? or the several people who draw sam zoophilia art?
instead, you choose to pick on a small artist who is neurodivergent and also an actual minor.
your bio says you're 20.
adults picking on minors? that sure does sound like something you would advocate against!!
too long didn't read:
stargarnet03 is lying about someone who didn't do anything seriously wrong lol! go support him his art is fire @mrprestto
btw i support you lizzie x norma girlies !! their point is that minor x minor BAD but those two are minors and so are lili and raz so ?!?!
ALSO LOL Adam was gonna be Lili's EX.
adam is probably the oldest intern
lili is 11
adam is 14 max
holy shit guys grooming proshipper action going on here!
anyway yeah. where's your post about that, starcunt?
soooooo yeah
giggles and blushes
watch her call me racist or something LMAOOOOO
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Midnight at Whispering Rock - Reveals Delay // Open Pinch Hit
Gift reveals for Midnight at Whispering Rock are delayed by 72 hours, with the new reveal date being October 27th at noon Pacific. There is still one unclaimed pinch hit, and I will not reveal gifts until everyone has a gift. The pinch hit is posted below. Please consider applying for the pinch hit to ensue that everyone has a gift!
By default, pinch hits are due at the same time as reveals (October 27th at noon Pacific). You may submit a claim to a pinch hit via the Google form posted. You must have an AO3 account to claim a pinch hit, but you do not need to have signed up for Midnight at Whispering Rock beforehand.
The minimum requirements for Midnight at Whispering Rock are a finished fanfic of at least 1000 words for fic, and a finished art piece that is at least 500px x 500px in size for art. Gifts must be in a format requested, and must feature at least one character and one freeform tag/trope/genre (Additional Tags) tagged for.
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Request 1: Barakuma (CLAIMED)
Format: Art
Characters: Augustus Aquato, Dion Aquato, Frazie Aquato, Norma (Psychonauts), Hollis Forsythe, Sasha Nein, Quentin Hedgemouse, Milka Phage, Elton Fir, Truman Zanotto, Gristol Malik | Nick Johnsmith, Razputin “Raz” Aquato, Phoebe Love, Donatella Aquato
Additional Tags: Scary Movies, Vampires, Scary Clowns, Trick or Treating, Monsters, Costumes, Possession
Optional Details: wanted some shipping like (sasha/augustus or frazie/norma) with stuff thats tagged is most welcomed I dont have anything id leave out
You may claim the pinch hit via this Google Form!
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