driftfleet | 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.

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[What the heck is a stroke? ]

Um- I promise you that you are not imagining me, monsieur, I am as real as you are. I'm Lumière? You wanted to meet me?

[He'll just put in that gentle reminder because clearly Jarvis is having some kind of mental breakdown and Lumière decides he needs it. ]

[He gives his head a little shake, slapping his cheeks a bit.]

No -- no, you're quite right. I... apologize, Mr. Lumière, but I...

I'm a bit... surprised, is all.

[He is shooketh.]

That is understandable. I would be more concerned if I did not surprise you...as is the case for some people here.

[Seriously, why do they think a talking candelabra would be a NORMAL thing??? ]

Take your time.

No, No, nonono, no time needed. I assure you, I'm most certainly alright! Fit to stand!

[He leaps up, eager to make amends for treating the... fellow... as if he's a frightening horror movie monster.]

I was hardly fazed; you look — just fine. Lovely wicks. Yes.

Edited 2017-06-01 08:10 (UTC)

[Lumière shrugs (or does the closest approximation of a shrug a being with no shoulders can muster) because of course he has lovely wicks. He has lovely everything- or did, as a human, it makes sense it would follow him through into another form.

Modesty absolutely is not one of his defining traits. ]

Merci. But if it helps you, I was not always this way. I was cursed like this.

[He's not sure if it helps or not. It's ultimately between seeing if a person is more comfortable knowing curses exist or that there's a world out there with actual talking household objects. It's 50-50. ]

My god, a curse! Mr. Lumière, that's terrifying. How long ago was this?

[Well, at least he's stopped panicking. Progress?? ]

Ten years ago. It has...been a while.

... Dreadful.

[He's trying his best not to look the poor guy up and down, but. Well.

He's short, so it's an easy thing to do.]

But — why on earth? Who on earth?

[At least he doesn't seem to mind. He's used to it. ]

An Enchantress. The Prince I serve for unwittingly angered her, the curse is his. His Households staff, we were just part of it. Caught in the crossfire, if you will.

And how ever will you break it?

[Please tell him there's a way to break it, he'll be completely heartbroken!!!

This cannot do, Lumière.]

[It's ok, Jarvis, he won't break your heart today. ]

The Master needs to fall in love, and have that love returned. He is...very close to a young woman, things look hopeful, at least.

Oh, dear... I suppose that is quite a nail-biting sort of venture. Finding love. It certainly doesn't usually fall into one's lap when they prefer it to or expect it...

[He nods, tapping the side of his fist into his palm.]

But keep your golden chin up, Mr. Lumière!

It's something that tends to prevail, you know.

It most certainly does not, and the Master had not exactly been encouraging that kind of thing in his life before Belle arrived.

[Still, he grins. ]

That is what I believe in! There is no need to fall into despair. Where there is life, there is always hope.