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thenearshore2018-05-09 07:54 pm
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2018-05-09 07:54 pm
won't you take me
Who: The Li Tieguai clusterfuck
What: Well, we're out of a shitty haunted forest, who wants dinner?
When: November 16, evening
Where: Li Tieguai's Temple
Usually, when there's some big nonsense in Heaven, Chikusa can be found out cold or "away" in his own head for most of the following couple of days afterwards... but that apparently only counts for event which involve people. Spending an entire day trekking through a possessed forest filled with violent plant-life and cultists is manageable.... somehow.
No matter how exhausted or injured anyone in the temple is, food still has to be made, and Hakka is in no condition to make it. Thus, dinner is being arranged by the other cook in the house, and invitations have been sent out to the relevant people Chikusa thinks care- namely Nanako and Ayumu, along with anyone they seek to bring. That doesn't mean people checking in on the Li Tieguai temple can't just waltz right into the dinner as well....
There's a lot to do in the time leading up to dinner, after all, depending on when people show up (or, you know, realize there's smells coming from the kitchen). Bon, the resident enormous Tibetan Mastiff, demands attention in the form of bodily flinging himself at people. There's a goat in the garden, tied away from all the important medical herbs. At least four different nekomata wander in and out of the temple ground whenever they please, including Pookie, the most permanent resident, and never shut up.... Not to mention that a Kung-Fu movie has been put on the television for people to watch.
There's also a sign on all entrances to the kitchen that says: CHO HAKKAI IS NOT ALLOWED TO COOK. Presumably Chikusa put it up while making direct eye contact with him.
Either way, mess around until dinner, have dinner, crash in the living room where another kung-fu movie has been put on again... Have fun.
Oh, and before it can be forgotten.... The dinner menu for the night is fritto misto, meaty Amatriciana sauce with bucatini noodles, and all the garlic bread in the world apparently. For dessert? Cannoli again. That... might be all he knows how to make on the dessert front.
What: Well, we're out of a shitty haunted forest, who wants dinner?
When: November 16, evening
Where: Li Tieguai's Temple
Usually, when there's some big nonsense in Heaven, Chikusa can be found out cold or "away" in his own head for most of the following couple of days afterwards... but that apparently only counts for event which involve people. Spending an entire day trekking through a possessed forest filled with violent plant-life and cultists is manageable.... somehow.
No matter how exhausted or injured anyone in the temple is, food still has to be made, and Hakka is in no condition to make it. Thus, dinner is being arranged by the other cook in the house, and invitations have been sent out to the relevant people Chikusa thinks care- namely Nanako and Ayumu, along with anyone they seek to bring. That doesn't mean people checking in on the Li Tieguai temple can't just waltz right into the dinner as well....
There's a lot to do in the time leading up to dinner, after all, depending on when people show up (or, you know, realize there's smells coming from the kitchen). Bon, the resident enormous Tibetan Mastiff, demands attention in the form of bodily flinging himself at people. There's a goat in the garden, tied away from all the important medical herbs. At least four different nekomata wander in and out of the temple ground whenever they please, including Pookie, the most permanent resident, and never shut up.... Not to mention that a Kung-Fu movie has been put on the television for people to watch.
There's also a sign on all entrances to the kitchen that says: CHO HAKKAI IS NOT ALLOWED TO COOK. Presumably Chikusa put it up while making direct eye contact with him.
Either way, mess around until dinner, have dinner, crash in the living room where another kung-fu movie has been put on again... Have fun.
Oh, and before it can be forgotten.... The dinner menu for the night is fritto misto, meaty Amatriciana sauce with bucatini noodles, and all the garlic bread in the world apparently. For dessert? Cannoli again. That... might be all he knows how to make on the dessert front.
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Honestly, ever since Hakkai went missing, Chikusa knew he'd have to pick up the household chores again. Ever since they found him, he's known just as much that he'd still have to do it. Most of it he refuses to do, so long as there are other people in the temple with the capability to do simple things like that... .
But cooking? Cooking is something he knows only he should be trusted with.
The smell wafting out from the kitchen is warm and inviting, the kind that only tempts the hollowness in an empty stomach with the idea of being filled up. Bread, warm meat, tomatoes sweetening everywhere the scent reaches... It might be hard to resist trying to steal something, but it's ill advised. Clad in a pink beanie with a floral patch and an apro to match, Chikusa is wielding a rolling pin at any given time and not afraid to use it.
...But if you're not here for food theft, come in anyway, and he might be inclined to chat.
B - Dinner
There is so much pasta.
There is so much sauce.
There is frankly a horrifying amount of bread.
And yet.... With his elbows on the table and his cheek in one hand, Chikusa blinks sleepily at it all. "...Not enough... Maybe..."
He might be right or wrong, and either option is a little horrifying.
C - After Dinner
While he's the one who put in the movie to satisfy some of the other people in the household and their guests, Chikusa doesn't really care about that. Instead, he's wandered off into the garden where he's sitting, legs and fingers sprawled out in the grass. His head is tilted back, lazily watching the sky.
...But he's definitely aware of anyone coming over, not even needing to look as he says, "What?"
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[Having been unceremoniously ousted from the kitchen -- three times before the signs went up -- Hakkai has chosen a route of true passive aggression. He's fine after a day of rest. Well, he still has plenty of bruises and scrapes, and he wouldn't trust himself to heal too many serious wounds without another day to rebuild his chi reserves, but it's not as if he can't stand up.
He is, therefore, doing laundry. He can be found in the back garden, clipping sheets, shirts and slacks onto clotheslines to dry in the brisk, chilly wind.]
Ah, hello!
[No matter how =determined to make him sit down the approaching figure appears, he's greeting everyone in the same cheerful manner.
It's probably meant to be exactly as annoying as it sounds.]
Can you hold this while I pin it on the line?
After Dinner
[Kung fu movies, did you say? Don't mind the fact that Hakkai has eaten all the garlic bread in the world, in what may be an attempt to secure himself plenty of unchallenged sofa space or may just have been a silent acknowledgement that he's still getting back his energy.
He still smells like garlic breath, though the very large mastiff trying to climb onto his lap is probably a better reason not to sit down next to him. Bon can be shoved over, though, if anyone insists.]
Which film is this?
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[Ken has been even more fiercely banned from the kitchen than Hakkai, because he's absolutely the worst at being underfoot while he's hungry and food is being prepared, and also an unrepentant food thief. No matter what amount of affection Chikusa has for him, his partner knows better than to let him in.
The upshot of this is that Ken is lurking right by the door - as close as he can get to being in the kitchen without Chikusa whacking him with a yoyo; he's tested - and looking somewhere between sullen and deprived. If you want to earn some points with Chikusa, distracting the dog until dinner is ready would be a great way to do it.]
After Dinner
[Ken has, as always, gorged himself - although perhaps even more than usual today, given that the food was Italian and Ken definitely has a weakness for his native cuisine. When he's not with Chikusa, he can be found lying with Bon on the floor, sleepy and content, but still keeping a semi-interested eye and ear on what's going on around him. It's easy to engage him in conversation now, although he doesn't seem interested in starting any himself. He seems to consider himself to have the same role as Bon here - for conversations to go on around him, but not really with him.]
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Before Dinner >.>
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[Ordinarily, Ayumu would bring a dish of her own to contribute but today, she arrives to dinner uncharacteristically empty-handed. While she's trying to smile, it doesn't really reach her eyes. She's quiet both before and during dinner, only speaking when spoken to and lapsing into the role of social lurker while others converse around her. To her credit, she does clean her plate, despite her sorrowful mood and the awkward tension between the temple god and herself at the moment.
After dinner, Ayumu settles down on one of the couches to watch a movie, quickly overtaken by Bon who proceeds to climb into her lap, slobbering tongue already licking all over the place. At least, some of the heavy air surrounding Ayumu tonight is starting to lift a little. It's hard to focus on her guiilt and grief with a huge dog literally in her face.]
Bon!
[A sputtering laugh as she wriggles to escape the mastiff's kisses to no avail. Technically, she could fairly easily but she'll indulge Bon's affectionate assault for now. It's a welcome distraction from her present troubles. Maybe a conversation with one of the other guests might help, too. She twists to look past the dog.]
Wildcard!
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[ Nanako shows up before dinner with a big basket of fresh vegetables she'd been helping to harvest before... everything went crazy with the whole forest adventure. Delivering these to the kitchen for Chikusa and whatever food he could make with them over the next few days for the temple at large, she then wanders around to go greet the rest of the temple and see how everyone is doing, shyly approaching the ones she doesn't know well yet - or at all. ]
After Dinner
[ Nanako hasn't watched a lot of kung-fu movies. They're normally not the first thing she would pick on tv when settling down to watch. But since one always seems to be playing when she comes over for a visit, she is parked on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and...
....mostly trying to figure out the point of this, really. ]
....But why does everyone just keep coming to punch him all the time? And why are there so many of them?
[ She doesn't think bad guys work like this, Kung-Fu Movie. ]
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