[OPEN] A Day in the Life of Edwin "Charm" Jarvis

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Edwin Jarvis and You!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: tourist, iskaulit, planetside, all over.
When: IDK sometime lately.


5:00 AM — Rise and Shine!

The Edwin Jarvis rises from its slumber. He makes a routine to check the devices to make sure nobody has exploded or broken their bones since he went to bed; most of the time, everything is quite alright. He makes himself a little tea and peruses. It's a shame these devices don't have those Emojis. They're very cute, really. He makes a mental note to ask someone more technologically advanced about this endeavor.

7:00 AM — Breakfast.

He moves to make breakfast for the crew, well-aware some of them will probably prefer sleeping more and having cold eggs later. Omelettes are on the menu today, thanks to the garden and the planet-side visit giving him a bit more to work with. There is also, while they're in the company of said planet, sausages to go with it, and a sweet syrup that isn't too unlike the kind from earth, albeit with a sort of lemony aftertaste.

What is more concerning is the fact that the plates and food all begin floating as he sets the table. Floating! He is trying his best to recollect everything. But, um. It's gone full-on space in here with our stuff. It seems Jarvis has been effected by a glitch temporarily; his good mood has gone and caused everything to defy gravity!

"Oh — get — back here — " he huffs, jumping for a pan and being, despite his great height of 6'3", unable to reach it at the moment.

... Well, still. Lets not let the food go to waste.

9:00 AM — Gym.

His important regiment of exercise and practicing hand-to-hand combat has not fallen by the wayside. Clad in a jumpsuit that has the sleeves tied around his waist (not nearly so great for imperative range of motion, but it will suffice), he practices general weights, boxing with an easy opponent (why, the punching bag, of course), and perhaps finds himself pining for fencing supplies here. He takes a mental note to ask someone of a blacksmith's background if they could make fencing supplies.

10:00 AM — Gardening.

Jarvis has made it his life's goal to begin a herbal garden.

And it must be so. He plucks weeds from the overall garden itself and then gets right to work; while he may not be able to plant all Earth-related forms of plantlife, he has found a decent few seeds that will at least help him to spice up his cooking more than usual.

11:00 AM — Planetary Visits.

Jarvis visits the Co'Kal. Lovely group of — birdhorsepeople!

"... They look suspiciously like the potoo bird. Is that just me?"

Later, one of those potoobirdhorsepeople hit on him.

He is mortified, but he does wrangle down the price on some promising dinner supplies.

1:00 PM — Work.

At The Space Bar, he works in the back — cleaning, mostly, and cooking light meals for lunchtime. Though he does do serving as well, and really, is this any different from home? It may be more people than a Howard Stark in his lonely little bubble of him and the Jarvises, but there are less... giggling... hardworking Hollywood production staff.

He's more than happy to visit here, though. And look at the new alien alcohol like it's the devil incarnate.

Not worse than a flamingo, but still.

6:00 PM — Dinnertime.

Tourist, he's returned! This time bearing gifts. Something delectable that smells like chicken, actually. The Co'Kal that hit on him sold him some wonderful sandbirds, which are actually very delicious. Everyone be on time if you want some; it will make the whole ship smell heavenly, regardless, and it's in moments like these he feels very blissful. Carrot-like vegetables are being steamed and peppered, and mashed potatoes, synthetic but not so terrible once they're whipped with some substitute supplies, are in a nice large pot.

And yes, Peggy, he will bring you a plate.

7:00 PM — Crafts.

He is damned determined to make these lovely scales into something, though. The sandbird is prized for these scales — and they would make wonderful jewelry. He sits at the kitchen table after dinner has ended, his spectacles on and his attention deeply focused in making a pair of earrings. Simply because... why not? Let us not be wasteful.

"Oh, blasted thing," he mumbles, though hardly stops as he punches a hole through the thick scaling with a steady hand.

8:00 PM — Reading time.

Another careful combing of the network, to make sure nobody has exploded or broken any bones.

Two ships have dramatically smashed into each other, but they're totally okay.

Jolly good.

9:00 PM — Sleep.

He slips out of his carefully kept suit, exchanges them for nightclothes, and slips into his bed.

With a kiss of his ring, he reaches out and turns off the light, ignoring the impulse to roll towards the left; it's not a queen bed, after all.

"Goodnight, dearest."

He will do his best tomorrow as well, just for you.

Comments

[edwinjarvis]

Quiet for the most part I suppose...

[He considers the last few weeks and grimaces.]

I did have a... rather disturbing run-in with a mysterious super-powered glutton of sorts, though.

[mucked]

-- What happened?

[ she's all alert. prickled and sharp, again, after she'd been sitting almost docile over her plate of food. ]

[edwinjarvis]

A... well. I'm not sure if it was part of her... condition, or a glitch, but.

When I entered the kitchen, she was unhinging her mouth like a snake and eating what appeared to be a wrapped chicken whole. She couldn't seem to stop herself from eating as much as possible.

[mucked]

[ well! that's...alarming. on a number of fronts. and yet, the description doesn't deter peggy from enjoying her meal. not one bit. ]

Did she post any danger? To anyone aboard? Was the bizarre behaviour kept hedged in to foodstuffs?

[edwinjarvis]

You know, I'm not particularly sure what level of danger she was. I admit I was too busy being mortified; she did seem fairly desperate herself. [He considers for a moment.] Perhaps her power was that of... stretchiness. I imagine a normal human would have exploded.

[Jarvis apparently knows at this point that Peggy is impossible to deter from eating food, even with the conversation turning toward exploding people.]

... She did... grow her own tie, looking at mine.

[mucked]

Good Lord. [ a hard shake of her head. ] Of all the appendages to grow, she chose a tie?

[ that's a warning sign right there. surely. ]

[edwinjarvis]

She may have wanted to eat it. It is a nice shade of yellow, I suppose.

[He's wearing it right now, and he looks at it carefully, chin-to-chest.]

This fleet is compromised of many interesting and confounding characters.

[mucked]

Chalk full. [ she caves and reaches for her fork. ] Though I haven't run into this -- flexible one. Not yet.

[edwinjarvis]

I'll have to keep you update if I see her consuming an entire roast.

[HHAAAAA]

I did meet a lovely girl — Miss Pryde? She's able to walk on air and phase through solid objects. It's really a marvel, isn't it? And young Kubo, he controls paper of his own mental willpower. Quite a tricky child.

[mucked]

I've only met Miss Pryde the once -- at Halloween. [ a wry twist of her mouth. ] She went in costume. Dressed as Captain America.

[edwinjarvis]

... Iiii... see!

That must've been a bit awkward.

[He's imaginin' it.]

... But she is really quite lovely. The only concerning super-powered person I've met - this mysterious glutton notwithstanding - would probably be the, um... electric woman. Who has a very negative view of superheroes, it seems.

[mucked]

Negative. [ a pause. ] As in...villainous?

[edwinjarvis]

... Hard to say. Not... particularly alarming levels of villainy that I've seen. So far, with my limited interactions, she seems to be more of a hooligan with particularly concerning powers. I fear for anyone in the vicinity who enrages her, though.

And that seems... potentially easy to do.

[mucked]

Short-tempered. Volatile. Hooliganism. [ hmm! ] Did you catch a name?

[edwinjarvis]

No, unfortunately not. All I caught was...

[He does some finger-quotes in the air.]

"I'm basically pure energy, pops."

And then threatened to give a number of volts to anyone who messed with said energy.

[mucked]

-- And this is someone on the Tourist?

[edwinjarvis]

Oh heavens no, my crew has been a quite nice crew. If she were among them you wouldn't have heard the end of it.

... I've no idea where she went to. But hopefully she'll behave herself.

[mucked]

I'll try and hunt down a name -- something. See what can be done. [ ... ] She will come to rue the day she called Edwin Jarvis 'pops'.

[edwinjarvis]

... She also called me Jeeves.

And said I have a stuffy face.

[Since we're counting crimes, here.]

[mucked]

-- Unforgivable.

[edwinjarvis]

... Miss Carter, I have the distinct feeling you're not taking my complaints seriously.

[mucked]

Quite the contrary, dear Mister Jarvis. I am taking them quite seriously. Dead seriously.

[edwinjarvis]

Forgive my skepticism.

[So dry. But you love him anyway.]

I actually came to see how your crew is fairing. I would hate to be out of the loop if I can be of any help — though not including your... guard dogs, of course. Last time I left him breakfast, he fed it to the dog.

[mucked]

The brute has no taste. [ she pauses, chews -- thoughtful-like -- and then tries to pick her way around the question. ] But we're doing alright. I think the boy -- Kubo, you mentioned him earlier -- is beginning to adjust a little. Little busybody though he is.

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh gosh, Jarvis brightens considerably.]

Oh, that's wonderful! I've been showing him a few things with regards to cooking — I do worry about him often, the poor boy. It's good to know he's adjusting, though. Very good indeed.