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. 

Comments

[servantnotserving]

The pizza is quite popular, but it was named after a very popular person, so that is not a great surprise. I am told the pancakes are also most exquisite.

[tempredmental]

Yeah?

[He could understand the idea of trying something named after someone you knew, but Keith was pretty new to the Fleet, so he didn't know a lot of people. But was he in the mood for a particular type of meal or just anything?]

I'll try the pancakes. And whatever kind of juice you've got.

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière grins, nodding. ]

Of course! I will inform the chef immediately! Would you like to have anything to drink while you wait?

[tempredmental]

Just the juice is fine, thanks.

[He was also still trying to mentally process a talking candlestick...]

Uh... you need this back, right?

[He lowered the menu to Lumière's height.]

[servantnotserving]

[He is a good customer, good job, Keith. Lumière takes it with a nod and a little salute with a candle. ]

Merci beaucoup, I will be back with your drink shortly!

[He hopes off the table, bouncing onto a nearby counter to deposit the menu before scuttling off into the kitchen, surprisingly agile for someone without any actual legs. And shortly after, he returns, the juice on a little serving platter, which he balances on a candle hand the same way any waiter would with his hand. This is something he's very skilled at.

He hops back onto the table, raising the tray with a smile. ]

There you go, mon ami, one juice. Your food should be here shortly. Is there anything else you need?

[tempredmental]

[Hopping and keeping it from spilling... that was talent. Keith was impressed.]

Thanks.

No, I think I'm good right now.

[He glanced around to see how busy the place was.]

So... you seem to be handling this place pretty good, huh?

[Weird... because... candlestick.]

[servantnotserving]

You mean the bistro?

[He gives the closest approximation of a shrug someone without shoulders can manage. ]

It is good work. I am a Maítre d', back home, to a prince. Compared to that, this is easy.

[tempredmental]

How do you... manage that?

I mean, you're kind of... small.

[Keith was trying really hard not to be insulting.]

[servantnotserving]

It was a lot easier when I had hands, but I have learned to adapt.

[Ugh, he misses when he was like six five and towered over everyone. He REALLY misses that. ]

[tempredmental]

[Okay... that got Keith's attention big time.]

Wait... did you used to be... not a candle?

[servantnotserving]

Oh, no no, monsieur! I used to be human. I was cursed into this shape.

[tempredmental]

Cursed? You mean like a magic spell or something?

[Because, really... what was weird at this point?]

[servantnotserving]

It is exactly what it was. Placed on the Prince I serve, and by extension, his Household. If you see a talking clock around here, he is the same.

[tempredmental]

Oh, wow.

[Keith wasn't sure what to make of that, but he understood enough to know that it hard to be hard. And apparently, there were others, judging by the comment 'household' and the mention of someone else around the Fleet in a similar situation.]

That must have been a lot of people affected. [Keith tried to think this through a bit, vaguely remembering stories from when he was really little.] Is there a way to break the spell, then?

[servantnotserving]

There are a lot of us, yes. Thirty forty? I do not know the exact number, Cogsworth is better at that than me.

[Cogsworth manned the numbers, he just dealt with the fun. ]

Hmm. Our Master must fall in love, and be loved in return. There is a young woman in his life currently, things are hopeful.

[tempredmental]

[That sounded insanely fairy-tale-esque, but Keith wasn't going to say it out loud. He nodded.]

Well, I hope it happens, then.

[servantnotserving]

[That's exactly what it is. If anyone ever said they wanted to live a fairy tale, Lumière would be quick to tell them that no, they really, really do not. Because bullshit like this happens. ]

Merci beaucoup, as do I. If things do not go well with the lady, we may find someone here who can lift it. There are many talented with magic here.

[tempredmental]

Oh, yeah?

[This should have been more surprising to Keith than it was. But, it wasn't. He was talking to a tabletop candelabra... how could others being talented in magic possibly be surprising?]

Well, I hope that someone can find something in case things don't work out.

[Being stuck as a piece of a furniture or decor didn't seem like a great thing to have happen.]

[servantnotserving]

[I mean, come on, Keith, get your head in the game.]

I hope so too, it may not be needed, but it cannot hurt to have a safety net, no?

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded, agreeing with the idea of a backup plan.]

I'd say so. A Plan B is always better to have than not.

[servantnotserving]

Exactement! I would rather have a back up plan, just in case. I would rather avoid being trapped as a candelabra for all eternity, if I can help it.

[tempredmental]

So... it must be pretty weird, right? Like... eating or touching or you know... all those things that, well, I guess most of us take for granted?

[The thought had occurred to Keith a few times in relation to Shiro's arm. He wasn't sure just how much in the way of tactile response Shiro had. He seemed to have adapted really fast and used the arm really well, but how much of that was just muscle memory from not having to get used to using it differently and how much of it was him adapting to it?

He'd never actually thought to ask as he knew it was a very sensitive topic for his friend due to how he had ended up with the arm. That didn't stop him from being curious, though.]

[servantnotserving]

Oui. There are other things I miss, too. Simple things, like the feeling of your nose when it gets bitten by a winter wind, or your foot falling asleep, or hiccups! I really miss hiccups.

[And that's what has to be done. Adapting. There's no other choice, other than sitting back and letting it all just drag you into despair. No one needs that. ]

[tempredmental]

[Keith made a face.]

That seems like an odd thing to miss... hiccups...

[He couldn't help but smile a little bit about it, though, since it seemed like Lumière was at least pretty upbeat about it. He wasn't letting it really get to him, which was good, he supposed.]

[servantnotserving]

[His dogged upbeatedness is what's got him through all of this, honestly. ]

You would not think they were something you would miss. But trust me on this one, the sensation of them is very much felt when it is absent.