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THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

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.

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Cursed? You mean like a magic spell or something?

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

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.

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?

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.

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

Well, I hope it happens, then.

[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.

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.]

[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?

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

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

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.

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.]

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. ]

[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.]

[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.

You don't mind me asking this stuff, do you?

[Only after he started asking did Keith realize that this might be kind of rude... and potentially upsetting.]

[He laughs, raising his candle hands and waving them dismissively. ]

Oh, no no. Not at all. I can understand why anyone would be curious about it. I am a very unusual case.

Well, not all that unusual if your whole household is in the same situation, yeah?

[Keith shrugged a little.]

I'm guessing you're all experiencing the same issues with not being human at the moment.

[He deftly avoided saying, "...anymore..." because, as they had discussed earlier, there was still a chance for the spell to be broken.]

True, but here? Here it is very...different.

[He nods, glad for that little omission. Metaphorical chins up and all that. ]

Oui. All the staff were turned into different... objects. Usually they echo our jobs or personalities.

[Did candles even have chins?]

I guess that's at least a little handy. It would be kind of awkward of you were so different that you couldn't do your job anymore, right?

[Which then made Keith wonder.]

What did you do in the household?

[No. No they do not. ]

Exactement. We did not have as much do do as when the castle was bustling with life, but still-

I am the maítre d'. It is my job to see to the comforts and happiness of any guests that come to the castle. Be sure they are fed, content- that their every need it met. I am very good at it.