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]

[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.

[tempredmental]

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.]

[servantnotserving]

[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.

[tempredmental]

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.]

[servantnotserving]

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.

[tempredmental]

[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?

[servantnotserving]

[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.

[tempredmental]

I guess that's why you're here, then. [Here being the restaurant they were now in.] Makes sense. It's kind of similar, yeah?

[servantnotserving]

[He nods. ]

Oui. It is not exactly the same, but it is close enough. I'll take it for what it is.

[tempredmental]

It's good to have something like that.

[Keith smiled a little.]

[servantnotserving]

It is! So! I will go get your food and leave you to your meal. [Keith, you look like you need to eat more, buddy. ]

[tempredmental]

[He was a teenager. That was why he was scrawny.

He smiled a bit.]

Thanks.

[Honestly? He was kind of curious to see how this was going to work.]

[servantnotserving]

[He still needs to eat more, WOW. And, as promised, Lumière heads off, brings him his food and leaves him enjoy it. So delicious, right?

[tempredmental]

[It's not goo, and it's not Coran's cooking. It's probably epic and amazing. And Keith will gladly scarf it down.]