Video. The Melting Pot.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Closed to Peggy, but can add action if wanted; he's aboard the Tourist.
When: Nowish.

[Closed to Peggy]

[When Jarvis wakes up from his short but rested coma (oh, memories, rushing in), he practically sits straight up like a mummy from a Universal picture — Dottie Underwood! The sample! Sousa's marriage in shambles! Miss Carter had a rebar through her stomach and he disabled bombs that could have killed them all — wow, he feels faint all over again. But no time to dawdle; he slips into his jacket and pulls on a coat and adjusts his tie, and ultimately he ends up walking into the Starstruck with a bit more urgency than he usually does.

Perhaps he should have checked to see if Miss Carter was here at the moment, but he's a bit discombobulated. The quiet guard dog (and his old, actual dog) points with a thumb over his shoulder toward the Captain's room and Jarvis, albeit hesitant after their last squabble in her room (family, family, family, it'd been about family, yes, he remembers clearly now), quickly makes his presence known.]

A rebar! You could have done well to inform me of your peril beforehand!



[... Did she tell him about it? He can't remember. His fleet memories are a bit murky. He will be outraged anyway, or... okay, not outraged, but indignant, aloof, hands on his hips and a huffy frown on his face. He's hard to take seriously. Also, hello, I'm awake.]

You gave me a fright!

[Much, much later, he's doing something he was expecting to do days ago:]

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Well...! Hello. If we haven't met yet, my name is Edwin Jarvis — a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and "Jarvis" will do just fine. [He seems a bit nervous, just a bit, because he's never actually done something like this before, but... well. He's had a little time to mull it over, and it just seems more and more important to get this over with.] You may know me from cooking here and there around the fleet; the Tourist especially.

But it's come to my attention that we don't have an actual eatery of any kind aboard the Iskaulit. Two bars are crucial, of course, especially under stressful circumstances, but one needs nourishment. Especially after bar hopping. Something to sap up all of that alcohol, one imagines.

So with that in mind... I will be formally opening a new bistro of sorts, called The Melting Pot. Currently I'm interested in any cooks who may be interested in working some hours there; I don't have a concrete menu yet, but as the name suggests, I'm more than happy to bring in dishes from across all worlds or ethnicity. Please, feel free to contact me if you would like. We're also in need of waiters or waitresses to take orders, if you prefer. It may be slow work considering we're a relatively small community, but it will be time spent and money earned regardless.

[He has his glasses on as he scribbles something down. A stray thought.]

Also, more importantly...

What is everyone's favorite foods?

Perhaps popular recommendations will be added to the future Melting Pot menu.

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[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara knocks on the doorframe and leans in. She's putting on a pleasant face but her general spark of energy is very subdued ]

Potstickers, pizza, ice cream.

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[edwinjarvis]

Potstickers!

[He leans back himself, and now we're just two disembodied heads talking to one another.]

I don't think I've had the pleasure of eating them yet! They're from the East, correct?

[Potstickers barely hit Japan in his time, so Jarv here probably hasn't gotten too in tune with them and their commonality in today's world. But mmm. Potstickers.]

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[outstandingbalance]

I assume you'll be offering fondue.

[And if so, Peggy is a bully and Natasha approves.]

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[edwinjarvis]

If I can find a cheese that is not a miserable excuse for cheese, then...

I suppose I certainly can, yes!

[He takes that with full seriousness, of course.]

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[mucked]

[ paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. always paperwork. it never ends -- but that's almost entirely down to the fact that peggy doesn't let it end. one project ends and another begins, spread like clutter across her desk. lead pencil next to lip pencil; eraser next to polish. and so it's no surprise for jarvis that he should walk in on a typical scene: agent carter, bent over her work with her fingers wound distractedly into her hair.

at his voice, however, she startles. ]

Mister Jarvis, [ a bright and relieved sort of tone as she rushes to stand. rushes to him, too, but only so she can grab both his upper arms in firm and supportive fists. ] Thank Heavens you're awake.

[ awake, and aware. her relief dilutes with a wary and nigh-apologetic expression. ] I couldn't bring myself to say it. Thanks to you, I was already on the mend. Hardly worth mentioning.

[ but a tension settles in. if he remembers this much, what else does he recall? ]

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[edwinjarvis]

Hardly with mentioning!

[He huffs, but he lets her grip his arms, and he can hardly remain huffy when she seems so relieved that he is indeed wake. His head is still in a bit of a whirlpool of sorts, but it's hardly the concerning, scattered man who had collapsed in the kitchen. He frowns and looks entirely unconvinced, however, by her reasoning.]

You're still on the mend. We've gone through a considerable amount of bandages and lectures at this point, Miss Carter. Extremely unfair of you, falling and getting yourself hurt while I was preoccupied elsewhere.

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[unbridles]

Sweet potato pie, for sure. I dunno if we can get anything like that, though.

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[edwinjarvis]

Sweet potato pie! I'm sure anything is possible with a little work.

[He begins to scribble it down.]

Did you have it often?

[goldkiss]

I spent the last year in Japan and developed a strong liking of katusdon. I'm not sure if you could include that on your bistro but it's very tasty.

[edwinjarvis]

Katsudon... I'm so terribly novice at Japanese cuisine, forgive me, but I will make a note to have it on the menu as soon as possible. What ingredients do you recommend for it?

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[redatheart]

[Sayid never really expected to go back to cooking - it had simply been something to do - but his position as a communication officer doesn't take up much time and there's very little else to do in the Fleet.

Might as well be useful, if he can.]

I spent around half a year as a line chef. It's not much, but I'd be happy to help if you need it.

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[edwinjarvis]

Oh, excellent! Someone with any experience is better than none at all, fear not.

[Sayid, meet the most well-mannered dorky butler man, he is the most 1940's British thing ever.]

And I would be most happy to help you learn new dishes, anyway. Who do I have the pleasure of hiring on, if I may ask?

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[recipio]

I really miss spaghetti.. and garlic bread.

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[edwinjarvis]

[He's writing it down, looking quite serious about this comment.]

Understood! I shall have it figured up for the restaurant with great haste.

The bread may be a bit rarer, but spaghetti noodles of the space variety... I'm confident I can accomplish.

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[english_dignity]

It'd be nice to have a proper shepherd's pie again.

Also, if you need some hands, I'd be happy to help out.

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[edwinjarvis]

Oooooh, indeed, a scrumptious shepherd's pie! And I believe it should be straightforward to make.

Might you enjoy being a waiter?

[namisan]

Does this mean you're resigning as my chef?

[Keep a girl posted, Jarvis.]

[edwinjarvis]

I apologize, Miss Nami. I had planned on telling you much earlier... But unfortunately, I had found myself a bit unconscious. One of those — comas, they say? When memories are... 'downloaded'.

[Bunny quotes.]

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[goldenglasses]

DONUTS! WILL YOU HAVE DONUTS?

[Yes, he knows he can make his own in Nami's kitchen but it's just not the same.]

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[edwinjarvis]

...

Do you enjoy the jelly-filled variety?

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[robitussin]

mac & cheese

perfect comfort food

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[edwinjarvis]

Mac and Cheese!!!

Excellent, I can most certainly achieve that particular comfort food.

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[ahappylie]

[Most would think he'd ask for sweets. Wagashi, dango, some sort of cake or pie or even the Western chocolate. But there's one thing he misses more than anything.]

Miso soup. Do you know it? It's a clear fish or seaweed based broth with miso paste mixed in. You can add a variety of ingredients to it like tofu, seaweed, vegetables, whatever you like.

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[edwinjarvis]

I'm not too familiar, but I think I've heard of it, actually.

It's a shame I didn't collect sea weed from the water planet, but I think I can get something similar made with a little time and effort. Tofu at least should be a relatively easy food to duplicate in space.

[What with the space gels already being similar.]

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[servantnotserving]

A Bistro!

[It's pretty far removed from his previous employment, but it's at least in the same ballpark and sweet lord he misses his job. He knows he should probably be on video for this, it's a little deceitful not to- but Lumiére's moral compass is always pointing towards chaotic good. He'll deal with the curse thing eventually. ]

I am a Maítre d', back home, so I know a thing or two in this department. My service was to a prince and his castle, but it is largely the same work. [Except for the lack of royalty who could probably get you killed for looking at them wrong. ] If you have need of that, of course.

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[edwinjarvis]

Oh, my goodness — that's some of the best news yet!

[jarvis wait-]

You're absolutely hired for the part; we could use all of the experience we can get.

May I have your name?

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[directed]

Well met, Mr. Jarvis. [Mister, yes, old habits die hard, so on and so on. Rip doesn't give up his titles easily. Of course, the urge for a handshake is also there, but alas. Communications] As it were, anyway.

[And now here comes the tricky part. It would indeed seem that everything Peggy has told him has the potential to be true, given the rather ambitious nature of his project. It does make him wonder just how much time he might have to spare.

(And not only because Rip still rather detests the idea of his assignment.)

Still. The idea of being useless sits far worse with him, so.]

You do indeed have a reputation for cooking. Your friend, Peggy Carter, speaks quite highly of your scones in particular.

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[edwinjarvis]

[........!!!

Well, if there's one way to get him completely flattered and flustered—!

He keeps his composure, though, as a good butler should.]

I'm honored to have been spoken so highly.

And I'm not surprised; I turn away for one moment and I find the scones are gone and she has crumbs on her dress.