THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

 

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

 

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

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For Jarvis (& anyone else)

[passingthrough]

[Kitty couldn't hold up on the Twin Roses forever. She'd already been out to the dance for the heist and now she's trying to get back into the routine of training in the gym and she needs to do more with her dance studio and there are still books she hasn't read at the library, but for right now she is checking out Jarvis' restaurant, stepping inside and looking around like some kind of tourist. That should be Jarvis' thing, not hers!]

[edwinjarvis]

[Jarvis, meanwhile, is more than happy to see his Best Friend (TM) sorry peggy ur old news I'M KIDDING PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. But indeed, he spots the tourist and waves joyfully at her; he'd been keeping his eye on her from afar, trying to make sure she was doing alright per Kara's request — and of course, his own personal concern for her emotional wellbeing — and now he's more than happy to spend time with her here.]

Miss Pryde, hello! Welcome to The Melting Pot!

I hope it suffices, I'm afraid I was on a limited budget.

[passingthrough]

[She gives him a hug. That's normal for a new restaurant greetings, right? And if she clings a little it's just because she's extra proud.] It looks great, Jarvis.

closed » jarvis

[mucked]

Really, Mister Jarvis.

[ -- foregoing any sensible greeting, peggy snags the man by his elbow when he bustles his way past her booth. for a moment, just a moment, she feels almost transported back to the l&l. but the l&l's menu never boasted her name. nor, indeed, fondue. bloody hell. ]

Have a seat. [ peggy gestures at the bench across from her. she does, of course, have tea at her elbow. that much is certainly appreciated. whatever its name. ] Whatever you're rushing off to can wait a little bit longer.

[ it's jarvis and peggy time now. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh! He looks... at the booth behind her, contemplative, before he takes a seat across from her. Contentedly:]

This certainly feels a bit off from our usual seating arrangement.

[It's lovely to see you, friend, is what that means.]

[save_the_souls]

[You better believe Allen would check out a new restaurant on the Iskaulit. He's downright excited about, finally a place that focuses on food and not drinks! So he can be found in one of the booths, looking so happily over the menu. Maybe you've joined him for dinner, or happen to be passing by]

Ah, it all sounds so good...!

[Or, you're part of the poor unfortunate staff, who gets to deal with this amount of work. When someone comes to take his order, he has a big excited smile as he exclaims.]

Hello! I'll have one of every dinner special please! Oh, and can I get a full pizza instead of a slice for the Winn's Winning Pizza?

And a Carter's tea to drink. Thank you!

[edwinjarvis]

...

[He stares. Long and hard. At Allen.

Looks him up and down in Judgment(TM) and Confusion(TM), with his notepad tucked under his arm.]

... All for... you, Mr. Walker?

[geonomy]

[At this point, Clay's just used to Allen ordering this much. And the looks he gets from the servers. Clay gives the waiter a sympathetic look, orders just one dish for himself, then looks at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile.]

I think you're gonna make them run out of stock.

[tempredmental]

[Keith hadn't been on board the Iskaulit, yet, but, with them deciding to stash whatever copies of the information they had pilfered from Dreadhorse on the ship in a secret location, he had made copies of his own information and then gone aboard to contribute his own findings while still keeping a copy of what he'd found for himself. He also had brought along that little notepad from Tyrion, and went through what was already there (not the digital copies, because he didn't want to risk having them erased, too), and copied it down to add to his own stash back on the Huntress.

With that done, he'd taken it upon himself to wander the ship a bit more, and finally ended up at Jarvis' restaurant. He remembered the network broadcast about it a little while back, and was curious. Even simulated Earth food had be better than just gels and some weird solid things, so he walked in to give it a try.]

[servantnotserving]

[Hey there, Keith. Lumière hopes onto a nearby table, flashing him a wide smile as he enters. ]

Bonjour, monsieur! Are you interested in one of our wonderful meals today?

Zelda | OTA

[hylights]

[In the mayhem of her few days in the Fleet - a party and a grim laser beam - Zelda is only just now exploring the Iskaulit. The inviting decor draws her in, and she finds herself looking around with great interest as she seats herself at a table.]

So this is what Khadgar meant by businesses... [She picks up a menu, casting an eye over it.] I hardly know where to start.

[She would welcome some suggestions.]

[servantnotserving]

[Pretty awful first few days, truth be told. He hops over, smile wide. Hey pretty lady, hey. ]

Bonjour, ma cherie! I can offer you some recommendations, if you'd like.

[No that he's eaten any of them himself of course. ]

Natasha Romanoff | OTA

[outstandingbalance]

[Good to her word, Natasha wanders into the bistro eventually. When no one greats her at the door, she sidles up to a table to snag a menu and look it ove curiously, cracking a little smile as she considers the menu entries.

Looks like Jarvis has done it, hasn't he?]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière is around at the sight of a beautiful woman because of course he is. He has a second sense when it comes to this kind of thing. So Natasha gets a gentle CLUNK as he lands on the table in front of her. ]

Bonjour, mademoiselle! Are you interested in any of our delicious meals today?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Jarvis was part of his ship, so of course he had to come and see what this new adventure was about. He was glad the other had found something to occupy him. He was very afraid he might have gone mad on their little boat. He spotted Natasha's familiar red hair and smiled, coming over to her. ]}

Mind if I share the table?

[edwinjarvis]

[After Natasha meeting his dear new candleman waiter, Jarvis will be swooping into the table to sit. Just as a friend, more than someone serving her; it's nice to catch up with her professional taste tester!! He seems even more energetic and pleased than usual; perhaps this eatery was a wonderful pick-me-up for this homesick soul.]

Miss Romanoff! How have you been this evening?

For Jarvis

[directed]

[All told, it's a rather impressive set-up that Rip finds himself walking into. Certainly more comfortable than Rip would expect to find, given the nature of the other ships, but then again, that's likely the whole point, isn't it?

Of course, the clearly well-thought-out nature of things aside, there's a touch of awkwardness Rip can't help but feel as he steps further into the restaurant. He's not there to sample the menu (although he's already decided he clearly will be, at some point). Rather, Rip's shown up for a cooking lesson of all things. It's perhaps the truest step he's taken towards acknowledging his so-called position within the fleet, and one that's unavoidable now that Peggy's recruited him to her own ship.

Yet that doesn't mean the notion has settled comfortably down within Rip's thoughts. It likely never will, not fully. Not when it's based on some blasted mechanic installed at the back of his head.

Still. Here he is, and when he catches Jarvis' eye at some point while the man moves about, he'll raise a hand in greeting. Rip's the one who is being accommodated; seems only proper to wait until the man has a spare moment for him before they chat.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Jarvis is quick on his feet, moving through the small but homely eatery with skilled speed. It's only when he at last looks up from his work that he notes Rip's appearance, and with a friendly but formal smile he approaches the man as he carefully wipes his hands on the half-apron he's wearing.]

Mr. Hunter, a pleasure! Have you decided to begin some cooking lessons today?

Victor + Yuri | OPEN

[goldkiss]

[Once Victor knows for sure that they have katsudon here he manages to convince Yuri to come with him. It was rather easy, actually, just as easy as 'Yuri come out to dinner with me.' The tricky part was making sure he didn't know what was on the menu until they were seated and had their menus.

Even then, he kept his gaze on Yuri, waiting for the moment when he'd read the dinner specials and realize what was listed there.]

[pork_bowl]

[Sure, it was easy to get him out and into a cafe. He was bored just sitting in his room thinking about what to do around here. He had to get a routine, some sort of training if nothing else. But Victor's invitation came before all else. He had been asking about the menu though.]

They don't serve that weird gel stuff here? Hmm... hey they don't, you're right! It's all real food! [He skims down and pauses.]

Katsudon? Victor, they have Katsudon, did you see it!?

ota, seriously, have at him

[supertardiness]

[Okay, when Barry heard there was food involved, he had to check it out. He's been trying to manage his appetite so that there was enough to go around for everyone, but as he looks over the menu, he can already hear his stomach rumbling.]

What if I order one of everything?

[english_dignity]

[Arthur had to blink, order pad at the ready.]

Well, I'd hazard to say you might be taking home a doggy bag, but don't let that stop you.

[Then again, Arthur had raised a boy who probably could have wolfed down one of everything and have room for a second round of dessert. He tipped his head to the side.]

Perhaps start with a few favorites and see how you feel then? Wouldn't want a second course to get cold before you got to it.

[edwinjarvis]

[...........]

How many of there are you? And what are your stomachs made of?

[He says, bringing out dishes.]

OTA - Be glad he's waiting and not cooking

[english_dignity]

Waiting
Arthur didn't exactly have the usual first job fast food diner experience, but this wasn't the first time he'd waited tables. The Brit was all smiles as he went about collecting orders and bringing around the meals once they were ready. Hosting, after all, was a skill he was particularly proud of.

"Are we ready to order, or would you like a few minutes more? Perhaps I could offer some suggestions if you'd like?"

Tea Break
Lords, he'd forgotten how tiring this was. Arthur slipped back to the wait station for his break, cradling a cup of tea in his hands to sip slowly.

"Still, not a bad way to spend an afternoon," he murmured to himself, or perhaps to anyone nearby.

[edwinjarvis]

Tea breaks should be absolutely a requirement of the day, Jarvis thinks.

He's got his own cup prepared, sitting carefully on a saucer, and offers Arthur a smile.

"You've done excellently today, Mr. Kirkland; I'm quite content with my company."