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thenearshore2018-08-26 10:39 am
sageprincess) wrote in thenearshore2018-08-26 10:39 am
two servants enter, one servant leaves
Who: Zelda, Jakob, Minako, Archer, and god knows who else.
When: January 11th
Where: The Temple of Metis
What: The residents of Metis Temple learn that cooking is Serious Business in the pettiest, most passive aggressive way possible. Help them. They just wanted food.
[It's around noon that the cooking-lesson-in-exchange-for-not-hating-Add-forever is set to begin, and Zelda has Prepared, pulling her hair back into a prim bun and investing in a simple apron to hopefully protect her clothes from another kitchen disaster like the one at the ryokan resort.
(We do not talk about the disaster at the ryokan resort.)
The temple itself is well maintained enough; the Christmas decorations that once covered every available surface have been taken down aside from a few strings of lights that were deemed too pretty to put away, and of course the remnant glitter that hides in every corner waiting to latch onto unsuspecting guests. A few books are stacked various piles around the living area - ranging from manga to dense historical texts - though the kitchen itself has been well cleaned and sorted in preparation for today's event. The resident goddess politely and perhaps a touch anxiously greets Jakob as she notices someone wandering around the atrium above (and if he managed to solve the dumb puzzle door that opens the staircase down, he is given a somewhat surprised congratulations), and leads him down into the temple proper and the kitchen within. Minako is probably here too, unless she got caught up chatting with someone outside, as is her way at times.
Some small talk happens, but we're here for a disaster, and so Zelda eventually looks to Jakob and asks:]
So, did you have any plans on what we would start with?
[This will be fine.]
When: January 11th
Where: The Temple of Metis
What: The residents of Metis Temple learn that cooking is Serious Business in the pettiest, most passive aggressive way possible. Help them. They just wanted food.
[It's around noon that the cooking-lesson-in-exchange-for-not-hating-Add-forever is set to begin, and Zelda has Prepared, pulling her hair back into a prim bun and investing in a simple apron to hopefully protect her clothes from another kitchen disaster like the one at the ryokan resort.
(We do not talk about the disaster at the ryokan resort.)
The temple itself is well maintained enough; the Christmas decorations that once covered every available surface have been taken down aside from a few strings of lights that were deemed too pretty to put away, and of course the remnant glitter that hides in every corner waiting to latch onto unsuspecting guests. A few books are stacked various piles around the living area - ranging from manga to dense historical texts - though the kitchen itself has been well cleaned and sorted in preparation for today's event. The resident goddess politely and perhaps a touch anxiously greets Jakob as she notices someone wandering around the atrium above (and if he managed to solve the dumb puzzle door that opens the staircase down, he is given a somewhat surprised congratulations), and leads him down into the temple proper and the kitchen within. Minako is probably here too, unless she got caught up chatting with someone outside, as is her way at times.
Some small talk happens, but we're here for a disaster, and so Zelda eventually looks to Jakob and asks:]
So, did you have any plans on what we would start with?
[This will be fine.]