driftfleet | THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

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THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too.

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[Hey there, Keith. Lumière hopes onto a nearby table, flashing him a wide smile as he enters. ]

Bonjour, monsieur! Are you interested in one of our wonderful meals today?

[Keith paused for a moment, staring at the candlestick for a moment.

Okay...

Wow...

Just... need to process this for a moment. He leaned down to eye level and then got close.]

You look so real.

[Lumière's smile widens as he reaches out to poke a (thankfully unlit) candle on the tip of Keith's nose. Boop. ]

That's because I am real.

[Keith jumped back, automatically rubbing his nose a bit in reflex.]

Wha-? I... I thought you were lik- ACK! I mean. I'm sorry!

[He looks amused, at least. ]

No offence taken, monsieur. Would you like a meal?

Uh... right. Yeah.

[Keith had seen some weird things recently, but... yeah. This took the cake.]

You work here?

[Lumière's just gonna breeze past it. Like a breezy thing. ]

I do! This is the sort of work I love, I am very fortunate that monsieur Jarvis was hiring. Would you like to see a menu?

[He nodded a little.]

Yeah... that would help.

[He considered the place overall.]

So, uh... are you able to taste the food at all?

[He plucks one up, with thankfully extinguished flames, and hops over, raising it up to Keith. The damn thing is about the size of Lumière, but that's just how it goes. ]

Sadly, I cannot. But I can give recommendations based on how people have found the food here.

[Keith reached down a took it from him, mildly in awe of the entire situation, and then started to look it over.]

Okay.

[He looked at it. The names were... actually kind of cute in a way. He glanced back at the candlestick.]

So, uh... what seems to be popular so far?

The pizza is quite popular, but it was named after a very popular person, so that is not a great surprise. I am told the pancakes are also most exquisite.

Yeah?

[He could understand the idea of trying something named after someone you knew, but Keith was pretty new to the Fleet, so he didn't know a lot of people. But was he in the mood for a particular type of meal or just anything?]

I'll try the pancakes. And whatever kind of juice you've got.

[Lumière grins, nodding. ]

Of course! I will inform the chef immediately! Would you like to have anything to drink while you wait?

Just the juice is fine, thanks.

[He was also still trying to mentally process a talking candlestick...]

Uh... you need this back, right?

[He lowered the menu to Lumière's height.]

[He is a good customer, good job, Keith. Lumière takes it with a nod and a little salute with a candle. ]

Merci beaucoup, I will be back with your drink shortly!

[He hopes off the table, bouncing onto a nearby counter to deposit the menu before scuttling off into the kitchen, surprisingly agile for someone without any actual legs. And shortly after, he returns, the juice on a little serving platter, which he balances on a candle hand the same way any waiter would with his hand. This is something he's very skilled at.

He hops back onto the table, raising the tray with a smile. ]

There you go, mon ami, one juice. Your food should be here shortly. Is there anything else you need?

[Hopping and keeping it from spilling... that was talent. Keith was impressed.]

Thanks.

No, I think I'm good right now.

[He glanced around to see how busy the place was.]

So... you seem to be handling this place pretty good, huh?

[Weird... because... candlestick.]

You mean the bistro?

[He gives the closest approximation of a shrug someone without shoulders can manage. ]

It is good work. I am a Maítre d', back home, to a prince. Compared to that, this is easy.

How do you... manage that?

I mean, you're kind of... small.

[Keith was trying really hard not to be insulting.]

It was a lot easier when I had hands, but I have learned to adapt.

[Ugh, he misses when he was like six five and towered over everyone. He REALLY misses that. ]

[Okay... that got Keith's attention big time.]

Wait... did you used to be... not a candle?

Oh, no no, monsieur! I used to be human. I was cursed into this shape.

Cursed? You mean like a magic spell or something?

[Because, really... what was weird at this point?]

It is exactly what it was. Placed on the Prince I serve, and by extension, his Household. If you see a talking clock around here, he is the same.

Oh, wow.

[Keith wasn't sure what to make of that, but he understood enough to know that it hard to be hard. And apparently, there were others, judging by the comment 'household' and the mention of someone else around the Fleet in a similar situation.]

That must have been a lot of people affected. [Keith tried to think this through a bit, vaguely remembering stories from when he was really little.] Is there a way to break the spell, then?

There are a lot of us, yes. Thirty forty? I do not know the exact number, Cogsworth is better at that than me.

[Cogsworth manned the numbers, he just dealt with the fun. ]

Hmm. Our Master must fall in love, and be loved in return. There is a young woman in his life currently, things are hopeful.

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