four ○ video / action

[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and u! Also Joseph Joestar's birthday party and u! MULTIPURPOSE
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.

video } wednesday, september 23

Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.

[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]

It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]

Also, what the hell is coleslaw.

Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.

[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]

Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.

[What a good friend.]

action } sunday, september 27

[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]

[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]

[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]


( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )

Comments

[mylegacy]

. . . This is makeshift.

[He gives her the most ?????? look. Water you talking about.]

[ino]

[ She's laughing, now ]

It's all organized and set up so nicely! Is this how they cook in Italy?

[mylegacy]

It's how I cook.

[What, do you expect him to just throw shit together and see what sticks, because you are clearly talking to the wrong Ripple user here.]

[ino]

[ She reaches over and touches his arm gently, reassuringly, because she is starting to see he's fussing over this ]

Hey, c'mon, it's gonna turn out great. Don't worry!

What should we do first? The cake or the chicken?

[mylegacy]

[Oh. Well. That helps a lot, actually. He gives her a small, grateful smile and nods.]

The cake. It'll have to bake and cool, so there'll be time to make the chicken in the meantime.

[ino]

Ahh, good point.

[ She'll lean over the table to inspect what he's got laid out as far as ingredients go ... ]

Chocolate, right? Do you have stuff for frosting, too?

[mylegacy]

I do. I think I have everything.

[The eggs look weird as shit, but he's pretty sure they'll work. The dry goods were way easier to get, too, which is good, because using regular sugar instead of powdered sugar in frosting is disgusting.]

[He starts arranging bowls on the counter by size.]

The last time I did this was a few years ago, for my sister. She's a better baker than I am - I think she probably would have preferred to do it herself, but you're not supposed to make your own cake on your birthday.

[ino]

[ She'll just lean against the counter, watching him organize the bowls. Trying to not look TOO amused. But -- oh, that gets her attention: ]

You have a sister?

[mylegacy]

[He looks up from what he's doing, then, and smiles briefly.]

Two. And two brothers. Back home.

[ino]

[ Oh no, that's super cute. She puts her chin in her palms ]

Older or younger?

[mylegacy]

They're all younger by at least a year. The youngest is fourteen now.

[He moves one of the bowls by a couple of inches; he doesn't want this to be awkward or strange or sad, but it seems like there's something else he should say, so.]

I always took care of them. Can you measure the flour?

[ino]

Huh ...

[ She'll start measuring the flour like he asks, but ... ]

I'm an only child, but I've always wondered what it would be like to have that many siblings.

[mylegacy]

. . . I think that's hard for me to answer well, because I never could imagine anything else.

[He holds one of the eggs in his hand, testing to see if it's at room temperature yet, then cracks it into a slightly smaller bowl, keeping the dry ingredients separate.]

It was usually loud and chaotic, and there could be a lot of fighting on bad days, but we were never lonely and we always had people looking out for us. And I'd do anything for them.

[ino]

[ Aww. She'll start to put some of the other dry ingredients in with the flour, then ... ]

I'm sure they thought you were the best big brother.

[mylegacy]

[His smile is sort of crooked now, as he breaks the other eggs into the bowl.]

I think I did all right. I . . . think I'm good at knowing what people need.

[ino]

Yeah?

[ She's got a bit of a knowing smile now ]

I'd say that's true, from what I've seen. Unless it involves yourself, of course.

[mylegacy]

[. . . this is technically not wrong, but it's super annoying to hear. He rolls his eyes.]

I'll give you three-quarters of a thank-you, then.

[ino]

[ She laughs ]

It's not a bad thing. It just means you think a lot about other people.

[mylegacy]

Other people are important to me.

[It's not like he's ever had a huge passel of friends or anything. Two is kind of the maximum he's ever had at one time. But of course he's going to value their well-being over his own. He doesn't know how to do anything else.]

[ino]

Nothing wrong with that. Everyone has important people like that, even if it's just a few.

[ She mixes up the dry ingredients, now that they're all together. ]

My boyfriend has a younger brother. Their parents died when they were pretty young, so he's always had to look after him like a parent, especially while they've been here. I don't know if it's really the same, but I think that's the closest I've had to a sibling.

[mylegacy]

[He's halfway to grabbing the milk when she says that, and he stops, just for a second. Having your brother here - is that something he wants? It seems like wishing bad things. But he does miss them.]

How old is he?

[ino]

He just turned fifteen not too long ago.

[ She sets the bowl of dry ingredients down. ]

Or did you mean my boyfriend?

[mylegacy]

[Nope, not gonna smile at that. Just gonna measure the milk.]

I meant his brother. But you can tell me that, too.

[ino]

[ Omg she just didn't want to make herself sound like a pedophile, okay. ]

What is that look for, huh?

[ SQUINTS SUSPICIOUSLY ]

[mylegacy]

It wasn't a look.

[It was completely a look.]

. . . You just seem happy. It's good.