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driftfleet2017-05-11 02:55 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in driftfleet2017-05-11 02:55 pm
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Video. The Melting Pot.
Who: Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Closed to Peggy, but can add action if wanted; he's aboard the Tourist.
When: Nowish.
[Closed to Peggy]
[When Jarvis wakes up from his short but rested coma (oh, memories, rushing in), he practically sits straight up like a mummy from a Universal picture — Dottie Underwood! The sample! Sousa's marriage in shambles! Miss Carter had a rebar through her stomach and he disabled bombs that could have killed them all — wow, he feels faint all over again. But no time to dawdle; he slips into his jacket and pulls on a coat and adjusts his tie, and ultimately he ends up walking into the Starstruck with a bit more urgency than he usually does.
Perhaps he should have checked to see if Miss Carter was here at the moment, but he's a bit discombobulated. The quiet guard dog (and his old, actual dog) points with a thumb over his shoulder toward the Captain's room and Jarvis, albeit hesitant after their last squabble in her room (family, family, family, it'd been about family, yes, he remembers clearly now), quickly makes his presence known.]
A rebar! You could have done well to inform me of your peril beforehand!
[... Did she tell him about it? He can't remember. His fleet memories are a bit murky. He will be outraged anyway, or... okay, not outraged, but indignant, aloof, hands on his hips and a huffy frown on his face. He's hard to take seriously. Also, hello, I'm awake.]
You gave me a fright!
[Much, much later, he's doing something he was expecting to do days ago:]
[VIDEO]
Well...! Hello. If we haven't met yet, my name is Edwin Jarvis — a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and "Jarvis" will do just fine. [He seems a bit nervous, just a bit, because he's never actually done something like this before, but... well. He's had a little time to mull it over, and it just seems more and more important to get this over with.] You may know me from cooking here and there around the fleet; the Tourist especially.
But it's come to my attention that we don't have an actual eatery of any kind aboard the Iskaulit. Two bars are crucial, of course, especially under stressful circumstances, but one needs nourishment. Especially after bar hopping. Something to sap up all of that alcohol, one imagines.
So with that in mind... I will be formally opening a new bistro of sorts, called The Melting Pot. Currently I'm interested in any cooks who may be interested in working some hours there; I don't have a concrete menu yet, but as the name suggests, I'm more than happy to bring in dishes from across all worlds or ethnicity. Please, feel free to contact me if you would like. We're also in need of waiters or waitresses to take orders, if you prefer. It may be slow work considering we're a relatively small community, but it will be time spent and money earned regardless.
[He has his glasses on as he scribbles something down. A stray thought.]
Also, more importantly...
What is everyone's favorite foods?
Perhaps popular recommendations will be added to the future Melting Pot menu.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Closed to Peggy, but can add action if wanted; he's aboard the Tourist.
When: Nowish.
[Closed to Peggy]
[When Jarvis wakes up from his short but rested coma (oh, memories, rushing in), he practically sits straight up like a mummy from a Universal picture — Dottie Underwood! The sample! Sousa's marriage in shambles! Miss Carter had a rebar through her stomach and he disabled bombs that could have killed them all — wow, he feels faint all over again. But no time to dawdle; he slips into his jacket and pulls on a coat and adjusts his tie, and ultimately he ends up walking into the Starstruck with a bit more urgency than he usually does.
Perhaps he should have checked to see if Miss Carter was here at the moment, but he's a bit discombobulated. The quiet guard dog (and his old, actual dog) points with a thumb over his shoulder toward the Captain's room and Jarvis, albeit hesitant after their last squabble in her room (family, family, family, it'd been about family, yes, he remembers clearly now), quickly makes his presence known.]
A rebar! You could have done well to inform me of your peril beforehand!
[... Did she tell him about it? He can't remember. His fleet memories are a bit murky. He will be outraged anyway, or... okay, not outraged, but indignant, aloof, hands on his hips and a huffy frown on his face. He's hard to take seriously. Also, hello, I'm awake.]
You gave me a fright!
[Much, much later, he's doing something he was expecting to do days ago:]
[VIDEO]
Well...! Hello. If we haven't met yet, my name is Edwin Jarvis — a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and "Jarvis" will do just fine. [He seems a bit nervous, just a bit, because he's never actually done something like this before, but... well. He's had a little time to mull it over, and it just seems more and more important to get this over with.] You may know me from cooking here and there around the fleet; the Tourist especially.
But it's come to my attention that we don't have an actual eatery of any kind aboard the Iskaulit. Two bars are crucial, of course, especially under stressful circumstances, but one needs nourishment. Especially after bar hopping. Something to sap up all of that alcohol, one imagines.
So with that in mind... I will be formally opening a new bistro of sorts, called The Melting Pot. Currently I'm interested in any cooks who may be interested in working some hours there; I don't have a concrete menu yet, but as the name suggests, I'm more than happy to bring in dishes from across all worlds or ethnicity. Please, feel free to contact me if you would like. We're also in need of waiters or waitresses to take orders, if you prefer. It may be slow work considering we're a relatively small community, but it will be time spent and money earned regardless.
[He has his glasses on as he scribbles something down. A stray thought.]
Also, more importantly...
What is everyone's favorite foods?
Perhaps popular recommendations will be added to the future Melting Pot menu.
Voice;
[It's pretty far removed from his previous employment, but it's at least in the same ballpark and sweet lord he misses his job. He knows he should probably be on video for this, it's a little deceitful not to- but Lumiére's moral compass is always pointing towards chaotic good. He'll deal with the curse thing eventually. ]
I am a Maítre d', back home, so I know a thing or two in this department. My service was to a prince and his castle, but it is largely the same work. [Except for the lack of royalty who could probably get you killed for looking at them wrong. ] If you have need of that, of course.
Voice;
[jarvis wait-]
You're absolutely hired for the part; we could use all of the experience we can get.
May I have your name?
Voice;
Merci becoup, mon ami. I promise I will not let you down.
I'm Lumiére.
Voice;
Voice;
Voice;
You're most welcome here.
Voice; > Action
[Once he coerces a member of his crew to drop him off. It's really hard to fly a shuttle when you're a foot and a half tall and don't have legs or fully functioning hands. Still, eventually he does arrive, the announcement of his presence being the solid 'clunk' of brass on the metal floor of the ship as he hops into the kitchen. ]
Bonjour? Mousier Jarvis?
Action
Welcome, Mr. Lumi--oh.
[... Strange. Nobody is in the doorway? He goes to walk around the island counter in the room, confused. Has he already gone a bit bonkers with work? Has it made him hear things??]
Action
He lands onto the counter with a solid thunk, grinning and waving a candle-hand again. ]
Right here, mon ami.
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Action
AND JARVIS YELPS AND TRIPS BACKWARDS WITH A CLATTER CLANG OF SOME UNFORTUNATE PANS.
R.I.P.]
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That was quite the reaction, mon ami. It's probably not good for your heart, no?
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AND THUMPS ON THE TABLE.]
I — !!
no subject
You're—!!
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I must be having a stroke or some sort of terrible brain malfunction.
[#nailedit]
Action
Um- I promise you that you are not imagining me, monsieur, I am as real as you are. I'm Lumière? You wanted to meet me?
[He'll just put in that gentle reminder because clearly Jarvis is having some kind of mental breakdown and Lumière decides he needs it. ]
Action
No -- no, you're quite right. I... apologize, Mr. Lumière, but I...
I'm a bit... surprised, is all.
[He is shooketh.]
Action
[Seriously, why do they think a talking candelabra would be a NORMAL thing??? ]
Take your time.
Action
[He leaps up, eager to make amends for treating the... fellow... as if he's a frightening horror movie monster.]
I was hardly fazed; you look — just fine. Lovely wicks. Yes.
Action
Modesty absolutely is not one of his defining traits. ]
Merci. But if it helps you, I was not always this way. I was cursed like this.
[He's not sure if it helps or not. It's ultimately between seeing if a person is more comfortable knowing curses exist or that there's a world out there with actual talking household objects. It's 50-50. ]
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Ten years ago. It has...been a while.
Action
[He's trying his best not to look the poor guy up and down, but. Well.
He's short, so it's an easy thing to do.]
But — why on earth? Who on earth?
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