9th Recipe - Surprise Banquet [Open]

[starofpleiades]

Characters: Kazumi and You!
Setting: Cafeteria; Floor Sixty Kitchen
Format: Either
Summary: Kazumi is running around trying to cook things for all the newcomers so they don't have to just eat what's on the menu! Also, stocking up the other kitchen
Warnings: None foreseen

[Cafeteria]

[A young girl with short hair is hurrying in and out of the kitchen, greeting various people and coming back out with various dishes. Anyone who isn't seated and eating yet, she'll approach, or if she knows you, she'll approach anyway! Newcomer or Tower Resident, she wants to make sure everyone can have what they want - the menu's not that bad this month, but everyone always has different preferences, right? Though, all the guests have to make sure they have their oatmeal first!]

Hi! Are you hungry? What can I get for you?

[Cafeteria Kitchen]

[There's about eight different things cooking in here at any one time as Kazumi runs in and out and cooks various things while working around the staff. She's doing surprisingly well considering how much is going on! But she looks like she's about to run herself ragged...]

[Floor 60 - Deluxe Kitchen]

[Later in the day, one might find Kazumi here... there's an enormous pile of foods here, mostly things like sacks of flour and sugar and so on, but also vegetables and fruits and meat. It looks like she basically stole everything out of the cafeteria...]

Ummm, now how to organize this...?

Comments

[chronomancer]

Hey, it's alright. If people offer, they know what they're getting into, right?

[He chuckles, before digging in. Man, waffles. Seriously. Greatest thing in the world, right there.]

[starofpleiades]

Eheh, I guess that's one of looking at it. I just don't want them to feel like they have to.

[Better dig in fast because Kazumi is going at them now and good god can she eat for a tiny thing]

[chronomancer]

[Kazumi. Kazumi. You can't out waffle Eridan. He's simply the best there is.]

Well, I don't feel like I have to. I feel like helping a friend. That's okay, right?

[starofpleiades]

[She will out-waffled, out-everything him; this girl was born with a black hole for a stomach]

Mm, yeah! That's what friends do, after all!

[chronomancer]

[...yeah, okay. This kid forgets to eat with scary frequency, he's clearly been outclassed.]

So there. Think you can use an extra pair of hands then?

[starofpleiades]

Well... I guess so. But you just said you're no good in the kitchen!

[chronomancer]

Well, I'm bad in that I have no fuckin' clue what I'm doing? But I'm pretty good at following instructions.

[starofpleiades]

Oh, well, that's fine then! Mixing things and chopping things should be easy enough then.

[chronomancer]

Sure.

[He has no idea what he's getting into, but damn if he's not getting fully into it.]

[starofpleiades]

Heheh, well, follow me back to the kitchen then!

[Seeing as how the waffles ARE ALREADY GONE]

[chronomancer]

[All them waffles! Eridan is suitably impressed. He follows after her, not unlike a puppy.]

Right, just lemme know what you need done.

[starofpleiades]

[Getting back in the kitchen, Kazumi checks some of the baking and slow-cooking things, before moving over to fresh ingredients]

Okay, well first of all, could you chop up the melons? You'll want to cut it into slices, cut off the rind, then into bite-size chunks, okay?

[chronomancer]

I can do that and not lose a hand, I think. Yeah.

[He nodded slowly, and went to wash his hands first. See? He's not all clueless! And then he goes to work. He's a little slow at first, getting the hang of it.]

[starofpleiades]

Please don't! I'm not sure I could fix a chopped-off hand!

[She smiles and leaves him to that while she works with the more stove-and-oven working things, such as making more waffles and pancakes]

[chronomancer]

[He starts slow, but sure enough as soon as he gets confident enough, he's pushing out that fruit pretty quickly. He's even humming under his breath and everything. Ah, how relaxing it is to have something to do with his hands that doesn't involve needles or thread or stabbing himself under a claw.

Life is wonderful like that.]

[starofpleiades]

[Well, hopefully he doesn't get careless; while he does that, Kazumi pulls some things out to cool, puts other things in, gets working on a crust]

So, have you been feeling any better lately?

[chronomancer]

[He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, thoughtful. It takes him a long time to reply.]

Better.

[He shrugged lightly.]

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. Talked... talked things out with the people I needed to. Kept my shit together, mostly. So. Yeah. I guess.

[starofpleiades]

That's good. I'm glad to hear your sorted things out, even if it was just a little. Being able to talk with others about that sort of thing... it helps, doesn't it?

[chronomancer]

...I guess.

[He sighs a little wearily, cutting slowing down just a little before he picks up the pace again, chuckling wryly.]

I am the worst moirail.

[starofpleiades]

Moirail?

[...I FORGET IF SHE EVER HAD TROLLMANCE EXPLAINED TO HER. I DON'T THINK SO, OR IT WAS JUST KISMESIS...]

[chronomancer]

[Worst. Troll. To explain this. Ever.]

Ah. Uh.

[He colored slightly, scratching the back of his neck.]

It's... complicated? Well, not really, except when it is, but I think. Uh. She's my girlfriend. Girlfriend, right, that's the human word, I think. Except. Trolls have four? I mean, not four girlfriends. They could be boyfriends. Or both. Or something. Just.

[Headscratching.]

...troll romance and human romance are pretty different and I'm not sure how to explain it. I mean, she's my moirail so she's my girlfriend but not the same way you'd understand the word? 'cause I'm not flushed for her. Oh. Maybe I should have started from there. I mean. Quadrants. Trolls have quadrants. Not that... one type romance thing humans have. I mean, it's still romance, it's just. Not. Er.

[starofpleiades]

F, four..?

[Oh god this already sounds confusing but she'll try to keep up]

So you have... four different kinds of romance?

[chronomancer]

Yeah. Flushed, pale, ashen and black. I think flushed is more like what humans do? But you sometimes mix some pale into it too, I think, which is confusing, because you're not supposed to really mix them or fill two quadrants with one person. Flipping always end up badly.

[starofpleiades]

It sounds pretty confusing. So flushed is what, where you really like them and want to be with them and kiss and all that stuff? Then what are the others?

[chronomancer]

Well, you pity them 'cause they're pitiful fucks and you can't help yourself, yeah.

[He shrugs awkwardly.]

Technically speakin' it's eventually supposed to get sexual at some point, preferably before drones come a'knockin' and all, but since there aren't drones here... well, not real drones and no mother grub and stuff. Yeah. I think that bit. It's. Mostly left to everyone's. Discression.

[Excuse him he's still got a few event-induced images all but burnt into his brain and it's awkward.]

Anyway, flushed is like that. Pale is pity too, but it's more like. Keeping people in check? So you find yourself a moirail who tells you to chill the fuck out and simmer the fuck down before you do something stupid, and you talk to them about... feelings and shit.

[There's a minute pause.]

But you don't pail them. I mean, I ain't one to go judging about what anyone does with their palemates, yeah, but you're not supposed to. Just. Cuddles in piles of random shit and trying not to go shithive maggots or worse. Strictly platonic and all.

[He shudders a bit.]

Black is sexual too, but it's all about hate. Like. You know. Someone who really pisses you off, except instead of wanting to claw out their face you kinda want to fuck their brains out?

[A beat.]

Or maybe do both at the same time. Black is kinda volatile.

[And water is kinda wet!]

Which is why you have ashen. Ashen's like professional romantic meddling to keep two fuckers from going full black on each other. Probably because the social circle will collapse on itself like a veritable black hole of tears, drama, sex and murder if they do. Good auspices are worth their weight in gold, really.