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Who: The Staff at The Space Bar
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Action: Kitchen in the Space Bar
When: Today

When Remy left the fleet it left Vash alone minding the kitchen of The Space Bar. Luckily there was Jarvis who was joining him on the roster and Stefan was helping out while he got settled into the role. Of course there was the rest of the bar staff as well who would be able to lend a hand!

For today Vash was having both Jarvis and Stefan over at the same time to show them around the kitchen and where everything is. The problem? Vash is having a bit of fun showing off what he already knows of the kitchen that he's forgotten someone's order as it cooked.

A little grease fire growing rapidly out of control is normal and fine in a kitchen, right?

"Huh, do you two smell something burning?"

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Jarvis is very much new and very much adapting to the situation at hand.

In fact, he's so busy over here that he's taken a moment to notice Vash's terrible life choices. The smell is certainly a concerning one — rare in the Stark household, though there was one time where he had forgotten a pie in the oven after a particularly obnoxious zoo animal from Stark's private collection had wandered into the house.

That was a dark day for him, you know.

Anyway — Ah, yes, something burning. He is numbed to the proper response.

"I do believe that is the smell of burning - "

Oh, wait, the proper response is coming along, give him a moment.

.......... Oh dear.

Edited 2017-01-08 22:17 (UTC)

Stefan's already rushing for the fire extinguisher. Don't mind his unnaturally fast speed: fire usually beats vampire, and vampire doesn't want to die because someone couldn't control the heat.

"Sure do," he yells, scanning the walls to pinpoint its location. "Vash? Where's the extinguisher?"

Edited (ah grammar we meet again) 2017-01-11 23:18 (UTC)

At least Vash knows enough to not throw water on the fire that's slowly spreading. "Huh, I guess pointing out where those are kept should have been stop one on the tour." Vash reaches for a pot lid and tries to bat the fire out. Or at least keep it contained as his head jerks towards the wall a couple meters away from the stove. "Over there! There should be an extinguisher and a fire blank--AAAAAAHHH! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Nope, pan lid was not a good choice as it gets warm quickly in his hand.

"Oh for god's sake, man!" And yes, that is him parroting Peggy entirely, because this is just terrible professionalism, Vash!! It's no wonder this bloody ship hasn't burned down already from the kitchen disasters! He whips a towel off a nearby rack and elects to whip it over the fire; any attempt to smother it helps, at least. "Hurry with that extinguisher, Mr. Salv-"

- oh he's ran off. When did he do that?

"Trying to!"

He's zipping between station to station, rummaging around at an entirely too-high-velocity and pulling out burn cream from the first aid kit because man? He knows someone's gonna need it later.

"Big red thing shouldn't be too hard to find, and yet -" Oh. Here we go. He grabs it, running back and not quite realizing that it's a lot lighter than he would've expected. "Mr. Jarvis? Could you do me the honor of putting it out?"

Edited 2017-01-12 04:59 (UTC)

Vash takes a step back as he spies Stefan coming with the extinguisher to get out of the way. He's not sure to be a bit hurt that Stefan first went to Jarvis to put out the fire or not. Did he think Vash wasn't equipped to put out his own fire!

And that's about the same point the fire alarms start blaring.

No. Stefan first offering the extinguisher to Jarvis is fair. Super fair in fact.

Vash sounds absolutely miserable as he scratches at the side of his head and mumbles while his eyes look up at the ceiling.

"Ohman.Notagain." Yes. There was an again in there. "I hope this place doesn't have sprinklers."

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He is gobsmacked for a moment watching Stefan zip around. In fact, he almost stares blankly enough to forget there's a fire threat here; but oh, lord, focus, there's a fire threat in here. He shakes the gobsmack right out of him quite literally before he nods.

"Excellent, Mr. Salvatore! Go ahead and-"

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Oh, he's giving him the extinguisher. Is this really the time for honors???

He looks between Vash and Stefan incredulously.

"THIS IS HARDLY THE TIME FOR HONORS."

YES IT BEARS VOCALIZING.

"Very well then! Stand back!"

He will proceed to use this blasted extinguisher against the dread foe.

STAY BEHIND HIM.

After this he's putting you both in bubble-wrap and storing you somewhere fire-retardant.

"You don't think I KNOW that?"

Stefan's gonna take that cue to turn his back dramatically and rush towards the door. Mr. Jarvis is one (angry) knight in shining armor, and Stefan would rather not be in the line of his savior's (future) wrath.

Or, you know, the off-chance the extinguisher isn't enough to quell the dreaded nightmare.

Unless Jarvis can't handle a modern fire extinguisher for any reason he shouldn't have too much trouble putting that fire out.

Vash realises he's really going to need to apologise to them both big time somehow. Especially Stefan. He's not sure if it's a vampire thing or a Stefan thing, but it's pretty clear he's not a fan of fire.

"Good news! You both... ah, pass the fire safety test?" Yeah! That's it! It was a test all along. TOTALLY and one hundred percent planned! YUP! "Y-yay?"

"Yay."

What with the shrieking, panicking, speedy as fuck Stefan and righteous British indignation at high levels-- not to mention, oh, say, the fire alarm-- is it any wonder that your employer chooses this time to loom with her chilly presence at the doorway to the kitchen?

.......................

Jarvis adjusts his jacket and smooths back a few wayward bangs.

A mix of indignant and out-of-breath, you could say, as the fire extinguisher hangs used in hand. There's a terrible mess where the fire used to be.

"... Miss Nami, I think this kitchen would benefit greatly from some safety meetings."

"And a new fire extinguisher," Stefan notes quietly, unable to look Nami in the eye.

If this was an actual fire safety test, he would've failed. It's just as well, really, that one sprinkler decides to turn on and douse him from head to toe. He sputters, closing his eyes as he lets the water rinse off his fear, and more frankly, whatever remains of his dignity.

Oh. Crap. There was much less shrieking compared to Meryl's "I'm extremely disappointed" voice but Vash still knows when he's in trouble.

"Oh! Nami!" Vash laughs and side steps as if his body could block the mess of the oven and smoke behind him. "Didn't know you were in today!" Lies. "But no need to worry boss! Everything is under control now! You'll be glad to hear that Jarvis is really going to be an asset here and Stefan too while he's helping out!"

His nervous laughter goes from annoyingly loud to slowly trailing off. "I'll ah, I'll make sure this get cleaned up right away." He gives Stefan a quick pitiful look as the sprinkler comes on. "...and mopped up."

Is he fired? He wasn't sure he even wanted a job at first and now he's actually a bit nervous about losing one.

Nami's quiet a long moment with the most lineface of linefaces, taking in the amount of damage, Stefan's dripping misery, and the other two doing their best to look innocent. Her eyebrow ticks up as Vash babbles, lips getting thinner by the moment.

.......

And then suddenly, the most cheerful of smiles.

"All right, first things first." You can practically hear the sparkles. "Is anyone hurt?"

Jarvis looks left to one dejected man, right to the other dejected man.

And is quite casual himself on the matter; nobody is dead, and the ship didn't burn. Just a small wound on the side of his palm really. His fault for getting to close with the towel. Silly him.

"Oh! I'm quite alright. Just a burn -- it will heal with time and patience. Is everyone else alright?"

Edited 2017-01-13 06:50 (UTC)

A burn?

“Let me look at it.” Stefan steps out of the sprinkler's path, like the medic he's supposed to be, and brings out the burn cream he'd acquired. Forget his pride: someone got injured, and on his first day too no less. “We'll just rub this on - might be too late, but better now than never.”

While he's hastily opening the tube and trying to pinpoint where the burn might be, he remembers, “Oh, right. I'm fine. No bruises here.”

Edited 2017-01-13 07:05 (UTC)

Great. He was suppose to introduce these two to the kitchen and make sure they were comfortable working here. No one was burned, the other was wet, and the kitchen was a mess. This was going just great as per his usual luck.

"Oh man, you got burned? I'm sorry." Vash rubs at his neck with a sigh. This really was a big mess.

"I'm fine as well." Even with trying to put the fire out with a metal pot cover he wasn't burned at all. His leather glove may look a bit singed, but he's fine. "It won't happen again. I'm glad it's not a bad burn at least."

It's a good change in attitude for Vash to have, honestly. Hysterical cheerfulness she has a tendency to slap down, but that appears to be genuine regret. So. Explosion averted. Her eyes narrow a little at the news that Jarvis got burned, but Stefan has it in hand.

"All right." The glacial cheerfulness is gone, and she just huffs. "New extinguisher, check. Vash? Fixing this is coming out of your paycheck." Just saying. Unless you want to point the finger at someone else. "Stefan, you need anything else for that burn?"

Jarvis-- well, she leaves you out for now. Beyond mentally agreeing that hey yeah, fire safety is a good call. She just didn't think it was warranted until now.

Jarvis waves his un-burned hand at Stefan, and then at Vash, trying to soothe the guilt.

"It's alright, really. I'm hardly scathed."

It's a burn on the side of his hand, and it's not particularly pretty, but it's not gonna cause any permanent damage. Just your typical freak-kitchen accident burn! He clears his throat and lets Stefan handle his hand, though. It feels weird to be the one getting first aid, when usually he's the one giving it. He sighs softly.

"It was just an unfortunate accident; I'm sure we've all learned from this."

Chin up, lads. Everything's good.

"Ah, no - he needs time and maybe some bandaging later, once he returns to his ship."

Stefan doesn't trust his wet hands with bandages. That would be something left to another medic, and hopefully one who wasn't sopping wet. (Even his hair's fallen back into its natural shape, rather than the gelled look he prefers.)

"I'm still really sorry. It shouldn't take long to heal."

"A person on my ship can heal with magic. I can ask him to take a look if you'd like." He's pretty sure Anders wouldn't mind. Would be more upset in fact if he didn't offer.

Vash just sighs at the punishment to his pay check. It means he's still got a job and may not be in too much trouble. "I guess that's fair. Luckily I think it was put out before the fire did too much damage."

"If it's not that bad, it can be dealt with right here." Nami isn't wet and she does have medical training, so she moves into the kitchen properly from the doorway, going to the first aid kit in the back corner. "Let the magical types save it for when it's really needed."

C'mere, Jarvis. She'll finish the job.

Oh -- oh! Oh, alright then. He's swift to listen and step toward, offering her the hand in question.

"Water under the bridge, gentlemen." And on Stefan. Look at you, you poor thing. "Just make sure the equipment can function in time for more work, and everything will be fine. I recommend you go fetch a change of clothes, Mr. Salvatore..."

"Thanks, Nami." Stefan doesn't even trust himself with wringing out his clothes here - he's standing in a puddle as it is. He doesn't want to add to the mess.

"I've got them back at the Interfaith Center." He pauses. Technically, he's still on the clock, but... "Permission to take a break and get said change of clothes?"

And a hot shower while he's at it. Just in case.

"What? Of course you can take time off to get changed." Vash is amused Stefan even asked as he's also assuming Nami would give the same answer.

And if she doesn't? Hell, she can take more from his paycheck.

"I'm just going to start cleaning this place up." True to his word, out comes a mop as he starts to take care of the water.

Nami hesitates, but only because she considers offering to dry him out here and now. But he'd probably prefer being able to take a break, so she grins after a moment, wrapping Jarvis' burn with steady hands.

"Go ahead. Take your time." He's only doing her a favour, after all. "I'm sure they can manage without you for a bit."

Also, she gives Vash a gentle kick in the ankle as he passes. "Stop looking like the world's going to end."

"Yes, you'll sully the taste of the food with that moping cloud," Jarvis adds (because he is a sass machine). More kindly, he continues, "I'll help with the clean-up after this. How does it look, Miss Nami? Will I make it?"

Stefan breathes a huge sigh of relief. Good, good - he's not sure if vampires can catch colds, but he sure doesn't want to find out.

"Thank you. I'll be back shortly."

Noticeably? This time? He doesn't even try using his speed as he walks out, because he knows that he'll just slip and slide (and probably create an even bigger mess).

Now that it's very clear that Jarvis isn't too badly hurt Vash lets the smile come back to his face. It really wasn't going to be gone long anyway.

"Well, I'm just glad no one was seriously hurt in the end."

He moves back and forth to clean up the slipping hazard first and once the floor is mopped of most of the water he'll move onto the stove itself.

Raven is used to odd and strange things coming out of the kitchen at the Space Bar - it's practically normal, now, she thinks, and most of the time she manages to forget all about it and shrug it off, moving on to focus on the drinks she needs to make and ignoring the way her uniform looks and feels. It's not the worst job she's ever had and it's much better than wandering around the world alone looking for scraps of money to keep and share with other mutants, so it'll do.

What won't do is the smell of fire and burning steaming it's way out of the kitchen. It's enough to make her see red as she moves, slipping back and away, pushing herself through the doors that lead from the bar to the kitchen and standing, her eyes widening as she realises just what is going on - and trying to summon all her professorly patience (not that she has much experience with that just yet).

"Put out the fire!"

"Working on it!“

Is the nervous response that comes from behind the kitchen door.

Don't mind the loud clattering bang that follows it.

Raven can't help the way she walks forward, her eyebrows raising as she peers around to try and catch sight of the fire.

"How did this even happen? Oh my -"

Stepping around, she looks to see if she can find anything that might be able to help smother the blaze.

Vash has apparently gotten into his head that smacking the fire with a spatula will be enough to take out this fire. It is however a bit too big now for that.

The fire blanket that is kept on the wall beside Raven will probably be a whole lot more helpful!

"I got a bit... distracted." Smack. Smack. SMACK! "It's okay!" SMACK "I got a handle on this!

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