Open. Mingle post for the Tourist!

[edwinjarvis]

Who: SS Tourist crew and visitors!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Tourist
When: Through the month of January.

WE GOT A WAFFLE IRON FOR CHRISTMAS AND JARVIS IS GOING TO MAKE WAFFLES.

It's the only right way to start 2017.

(Everyone do top comments of stuff mkay.)

Comments

Breakfast at Tiffany's, only it's Jarvis and not Hepburn.

[edwinjarvis]

Mr. Jarvis has - once settled and ready - has realized too swiftly that he'll be without nearly as much to do as he had in Stark's mansion. It makes sense; Howard is rather needy. Regardless, he knows that he'll have to do something with himself before he climbs the wall! Other than sign up to help with the kitchen at The Space Bar and pursuing small odd jobs at the Corsiva as a waiter or housekeeper in private, he hasn't done much aboard the Tourist herself.

Which is a shame, he thinks!! He needs to be more of a valuable player here and do his part. It's only fair. And thanks to a gift-giver he isn't even aware of yet, he has just the thing! A waffle iron. Excellent. He's not sure how it got here, but it'll do.

The crew can come in to the lovely smell of waffles, imbued with the rich taste of a fruit from the gardens aboard the Iskaulit. Taken with permission, of course, and very much tasty. He's creating a stack on the table for those coming and going to take as they please. No worries, it smells heavenly, and he is confident that they'll be just what the crew needs.

Sure, the rest of the food around here is dreadful, but Jarvis has been experimenting, and he's nothing if not both patient and willing to taste-test the duds. Next he's hoping for more complicated works. Perhaps pies made from mucking around with these disgustingly gelled cubes he's found. Hmmmm.

Anyway, eat up, don't mind the fella with the apron mixing batter.

Absently to himself, "I do so wish I had a decent radio with some decent tunes."

... Maybe he'll make some of this synthetic bacon. Is that what this is? It hardly seems edible. He's going to have to mess around with ingredients tremendously before he serves such a thing. It would disgrace him.

(ooc: if you have any wildcards you want played out, just lemme know :))

[passingthrough]

"What smells so good?" Kitty asks before she makes it into the kitchen. If she were on the Windrose the thought of Vision—when he was still here—cooking for the crew was normal enough. And then Winn being the people pleaser that he is could be doing some cooking, but she just left him in his room. When she enters her eyes widen at the sight.

"So many waffles." Sorry, Jarvis. Priorities. You understand. Suddenly the gift she gave the crew here seems so much more genius. She finally looks over to the cook.

"You must be my new best friend."

[edwinjarvis]

Jarvis looks crossed between surprised and humbled — indeed, he takes good pride in pretty much whatever he's attempting to achieve for the day. Waffles are by no means a difficult job, but he puts his complete focus into making sure it's a fitting breakfast. The whole reason he'd scoured the shops aboard the Corsiva was for a decent topping; in the end, there's a jar of fine jelly — not any fruit you'd recognize, but he tested it for comparing notes; it's not too bad.

He smiles, pleasant.

"You flatter me, miss, but they're simply waffles. I apologize for the simplicity."

[passingthrough]

"It's too early for complexity, best friend." She even yawns as if to drive home the point and takes a seat. "Are you sharing? If you're not then I'm going to have to retract your title. It's your choice. You just need to know the stakes."

[survivalistcookbook]

Eugene is not exactly crew. But he is a man with a certain amount of opportunism, never mind a belated spirit of the holidays that has him going ship to ship, covertly Secret Santa-ing across the vessels he can't recall having a cook.

Unfortunately for the "secret" part of that, he's also a man with a crutch and a shiny metal prosthetic that takes over at mid-thigh and extends down to a somewhat loud C-curve of a foot, so he's pretty hard to miss as he makes his way into the kitchen, bag slung over his shoulder and face lifted to sniff at the the unmistakable and completely unexpected odour of caramelising and leavened carbohydrates. The guy in the apron seems a likely culprit. The guy standing in front of-

"-holy cow, is that a waffle iron?"

[edwinjarvis]

"Indeed it is; might you be hungry?"

He turns as he speaks, one plate stacked as he sets it down on the table. He's a strange sort - very relaxed, very socially comfortable, and yet very formal. The signs of a focused butler, really. Even if he's technically unemployed here, he's not about to slow down; he enjoys working, enjoys doing for others.

So waffles for all it is.

"It's a marvelous waffle iron, works like a charm."

[survivalistcookbook]

"Oh- wow, thanks." He half-laughs, still amazed by the sheer novelty of waffles on one of the ships. "You have no idea how tempted I am, but I really shouldn't take food from your crew."

It feels like a silly little offering now, bringing baked goods when they already have a guy working a waffle iron. So he leaves the parcel in its bag as it is, leaning his elbows on the table. "I didn't know the Tourist had a cook now."

[universal_charm]

It was a bad day when even the smell of waffles couldn't make Kirk feel better. Waffles were his second favorite breakfast food, after pancakes (considering you could make them from the same batter, they were just cooked slightly differently). He hadn't thought anyone on the ship would every bother making something like that except himself, and the smell had drawn him more than anything.

"You'll have to define decent," he said in way of reply, going to their coffee machine and petting it. "Please, just work today." A button, a grumble, and thankfully the machine worked, as if sensing Kirk's lack of patience and levity.

As it brewed, Kirk glanced to Jarvis. "Sorry, you're the new guy that got assigned to us, right? I'm Kirk, the captain." He held out his hand to him. "Welcome aboard, and thanks for cooking breakfast."

[edwinjarvis]

"Ah, yes, Captain Kirk — a pleasure. I'm new aboard the ship, a pilot for the crew. Edwin Jarvis — Jarvis will do just fine." He reaches out, shaking the hand firmly and formally, and then once released he turns his attention toward the coffee machine with some measure of interest. "Has the coffee machine been acting out, then?"

He could probably make sure it runs like a dream.

"I could make a pot for the crew as well, if you don't mind; I'd like to get a feel for the machinery."

[universal_charm]

"Jarvis," he greeted in return, noting the simple formality of the shake. Army, perhaps? Some sort of military? The man held himself straight and properly, and had the sort of air about him that Kirk associated with, well, importance. Whether that meant Jarvis himself was important or something else, Kirk wasn't quite sure.

"Oh, it's temperamental," he shrugged. "If you sing it one of the songs that Melkor left behind, it usually plays nice for awhile. You're welcome to try your hand at it. I did before, but it didn't seem to do much. But sure, by all means, make a pot. I'm sure everyone would appreciate it, including me."

He gave Jarvis a tired smile as the coffee maker took pity on him and began to gargle out a beverage.

[wolfuncaged]

Though Fenris is quite at home on the Tourist, he still moves around the place like a ghost at times. He certainly never goes out of his way to befriend newcomers. That usually comes in time. Still, that sure is a delicious smell of breakfasty goodness coming from the kitchen.

As such, Jarvis will suddenly find a grumpy elf skulking about into the kitchen, peering at the food that's being prepared. He does glance up, though, giving a soft, amused hum.

"I would not say that too loudly. You'll make Kirk play his 'music' again."

He absolutely used finger-quotes.

[edwinjarvis]

Jarvis makes a face, as if imagining the worst screeching of violins at that.

"I'll keep that in mind, in this case."

He motions to the table, intricately set with plates, jams, and other condiments. None quite like earth's, not exactly, but he was sure to make sure they were all up to his standards; as a man who cares for a rich man, the bar is a bit higher. He made due.

"Please, sit, have as much as you'd like if you enjoy waffles. I could attempt to whip up something more to your liking if you would like."

(servant mode a-go, all serious business)

[wolfuncaged]

Even worse. The Beastie Boys. As far as Fenris is concerned, they sound like a bag of upset cats being thrown repeatedly against a wall. Not what he'd call music in the least.

He looks at the table again, hesitating before sitting down. Still, he just stares at the food, brow furrowed, before he looks back at Jarvis, head canted a little, eyes narrowed. He seems to be making a measure of the man.

"...You know, you do not have to do this. It is...good of you, but such work is not a requirement to live here."

He, more than anyone, is horribly aware of the thing line between servant and slave, and quite frankly, he feels like the Tourist needs neither. It doesn't help he really doesn't enjoy being waited on. It doesn't feel right.

[partialities]

You can always try your hand at singing.

[ the little queen has not gone inside the kitchen. rather, she lingers at the doorway, waiting to be invited in. margaery is not quite like the rest of the crew, in her gown and silk slippers and in her speech, she is entirely medieval. modernity has not touched the way she presents herself. she is still a queen to be of seven kingdom and she cannot make it seem that she has moved past that. ]


It has been quite some time since I have heard a song.

[edwinjarvis]

[Likewise, Margaery, Jarvis is quite an interestingly dressed crew member — perfectly suited, tie neat and tucked, hair slicked back with utmost care for professionalism. Truth be told, she's probably more in his bracket than anyone aboard the ship. He notes some semblance of royalty by the quality of the dress alone, and is wary not to make a bad impression as he turns and bows just slightly.]

I would sing had I any ability to please the ear, madam. As it is, I think I'll have to appeal to one's nose instead; might you be hungry?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Wanda had come to the Tourist in search of Kitty, but she's pleasantly surprised to find Jarvis first. Even more so to find him at work in the kitchen apparently cooking up something smelling absolutely delicious.

"Something smells good."

This is especially impressive given the materials that they often had to work with in the fleet when it came to cooking. It seemed the Tourist had gained a rather talented chef. How can Wanda not be a little envious?

When they'd first met, Wanda did not have any of her memories. When they returned to her, she retained everything from that first month of confusion. She's hoping that perhaps this time she might make a better impression on Jarvis.

[edwinjarvis]

"Then I must be on to something," he replies without hesitation, pouring the last of the batter into the machine. Jarvis would be far too humble to ever say he's a talented chef, not out loud, but he is admittedly confident in his abilities to make a wonderful souffle. He recalls speaking to her during his stay on the Marsiva - and he is very much welcoming her company here now! In person meetings are always better, right?

He looks over with a pleasant expression, quite the mother hen in his element.

"Have you been well, Miss Maximoff?"

OTA

[passingthrough]

[Kitty usually spends at least half her nights on the Tourist, but ever since they got to the hotel it's only happened a couple of times. One of those times was over Christmas when she gifted the crew with a waffle maker she'd cobbled together and a few bottles of alcohol left in the kitchen.

She's here today to drop off some things she collected at the hotel that are more for Winn's place than hers. She figures they'll be moving on soon. She'll be sorry to leave. The hotel is her second favorite stop so far. Still, she's looking rested, relaxed. Maybe not quite as happy as she has been though. There had been so many losses before they got here and they were starting to pile up again with Remy, Pinkie Pie, and Cheese.]

(OOC: This can be used for all of January so just write a prompt that works for the current time whatever it is or hit me up at hauntedreality on plurk and I'll set something up for you!)

[winn]

[ maybe it hurts so much because it hit him after such a high. maybe it was always going to hurt so much - to watch jim and kitty lose remy, to lose pinkie himself.

he needs to process the grief, so he heads back to the tourist, where he knows he can be left alone with everyone enjoying the hotel. he sits in his room and replays the video of his first encounter with pinkie - it was when he and cisco introduced karaokebowl for the honor of their local pizzas. he was so excited to meet an actual talking pink pony - he never thought then that she would come to be such a pillar of joy in his life.

when kitty comes in he's sitting crosslegged on the bed, clutching the doll pinkie gave him for hearth's warming in one hand, his communicator propped up against the pillow, replaying old messages, his eyes sparkling with tears he still doesn't let himself shed.

he jumps when he spots her, fumbling to turn the video off, clearing his throat and shoving the doll behind him. ]

Hey -- did we - [ he puts on a smile and tries to adopt a more casual tone. ] am I spoiling a surprise?

[passingthrough]

[Not expecting Winn to be on the ship she hadn't thought to give him any warning and just phased inside. He's not quick enough to erase all the signs of how he's feeling. And as hard as it is to see him sad, watching him smile to cover it up is just heartbreaking. She drops the bag she was carrying and sits down next to him, pulling him close and holding him securely. She doesn't answer his question just yet. She just needs to somehow protect him from whatever he's feeling that makes him look like that.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda had gone looking for Kitty, and, upon not finding her on Kitty's own ship, Wanda had a second guess where she might be. As luck would have it, she did indeed find Kitty on the Tourist. In fact, Wanda almost bumps into her turning a corner.]

Oh, I'm sorry. I --

[The apology is out of her mouth before she's even seen who it is. Recognizing Kitty, a relieved smile finds its way onto Wanda's lip. Good. She's glad she hasn't been wandering around this ship for no reason.]

Ah, finally found you.

[passingthrough]

Hi, Wanda. [There's a face she wasn't expecting to see here, but she is glad she's recognized this time around.]

You were looking for me? [A little amused that she was found on the Tourist but it's completely fair. She's definitely here enough most of the time.] What's up?

[winn]

a. closed to Wanda

[ winn's wandering over to the engine room for a routine check up - being out in space is stressful for him, and making sure everything is running smoothly with his own hands and eyes helps ease that worry. he walks past the cargo hold when he notices the docking shuttle, and decides to linger and welcome whoever's coming on board. it could be one of his friends, it could be someone who needs directions, it could be that he's feeling pretty secure about the state of the ship he was only going for that check up cuz he was bored and the possibility of company is extremely welcome.

he leans against the wall, and waves at the woman who disembarks. they've never really met, but he recognizes her; kitty's party, his party, the network, he's seen that face around. ]

Hey -

b. OTA - basically a wildcard.

[ while the fleet still lingers by the hotel, winn spends as much time as he can in it (christmas and whenever his waffle sense tingles excluded). it feels pretty rare to stop somewhere nice, and the last time they did he was out for two weeks, so he's determined to make the most of this one.

he does, however, pop in every once in a while (despite the captain's threat to throw him out if he catches him here. sorry jim - he just doesn't believe you!) to check on the state of the ship, drop off some purchases, just hang out for some quiet time, or yeah - work on his projects.

once the fleet gets moving, it's back to the same old routine - splitting his time between the tourist and the windrose, wandering the halls of the ship in the middle of the night to work on one project or another, making cup after cup of coffee in the kitchen, and trying to be a good boy and follow the work out regime the dear captain made for him in hopes it'll cheer him up a little - but usually failing because have you seen the list of projects he has going? who has time for the gym! ]

a.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[As she steps off the shuttle, she's not expecting any kind of welcoming party, so it does come as a bit of a surprise to see Winn standing there -- let alone so casually as if he knew she was coming to pay The Tourist a visit. Well, the good news is that if Winn's here, then that probably meant Kitty was here, too. Not that Kitty had ever really brought up their relationship around Wanda, but she'd seen them together plenty enough. Plus, she's a telepath. Makes it hard for her NOT to pick up on these things. Still though, she cannot recall having exactly met Winn before. Now seems as good a time as any she supposes.]

[She returns the wave. A slight eyebrow rise accompanies it, but she grins at him pleasantly enough.]

Winn, right?

[winn]

Right! Wanda?

[ he's not sure how this is going to go which makes him a little nervous. on the one hand - she's kitty's friend, steve's friend. on the other, he recalls kara telling him once that they've had an awkward encounter, and he's the king of awkward. the fact that her fate in kitty's world also comes to mind doesn't help much either.

he smiles. this isn't national city, most people seem to like him fine here. no reason to assume differently without any proof, right! ]