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driftfleet2017-05-11 02:55 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in driftfleet2017-05-11 02:55 pm
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Video. The Melting Pot.
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:]
[VIDEO]
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.
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:]
[VIDEO]
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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Really? That would be great, even once.
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You will have it more than 'even once', rest assured. I'm very persistent.
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[ So many people are out for themselves, doing things like this for others is something very few and far between anymore. It's different in the Fleet, he knows that, but this guy seems extremely happy to do it. ]
Do you enjoy cooking back home?
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A purpose, perhaps, but a purpose I'm fond of.
[He smiles.]
Cooking is rather therapeutic, as long as you're not burning anything by accident.
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My mom used to like it a lot, though.
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He smiles softly.]
Perhaps you simply need to find something you enjoy making.
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Wouldn't know what that is. I'm not that great at making things.
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It would be my pleasure.
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[ Just teach him not to burn shit and send him on his way, he's cool with it. ]
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Please, drop by any time you'd like, at The Melting Pot. I'll be sure to find a little time to show you around the kitchen.
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