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!]

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. ]

[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!

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[save_the_souls]

[Allen, who has faced this expression countless times from countless waiters and cooks, is completely unfazed by it]

Yes, that's right.

[mucked]

Not much need for covert meetings. Not here. [ not between us.

peggy leans back a moment while jarvis takes his seat. she knows she ought to say something supportive -- about his efforts here, and the fruits of them. it is, after all, a rather impressive set-up. and she is proud of him, whatever flak she gives him now. ]

You put fondue on the menu.

[edwinjarvis]

[He expects all manner of flak, so his response is merely a little thin-lipped smile.

Cheeky creature, he is.]

Extremely difficult to make, you know. With space ingredients! Imagine my tireless hours trying to perfect it in the dark of the Tourist kitchen. Bit of a Jekyll and Hyde scare.

[edwinjarvis]

Pardon my rudeness, but...

... Where do you plan to keep it, exactly? It seems a bit unhealthy and, dare I say, potentially fatal — a tragedy of a... food explosion sort.

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?]

[tempredmental]

[Keith paused for a moment, staring at the candlestick for a moment.

Okay...

Wow...

Just... need to process this for a moment. He leaned down to eye level and then got close.]

You look so real.

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière's smile widens as he reaches out to poke a (thankfully unlit) candle on the tip of Keith's nose. Boop. ]

That's because I am real.

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.]

[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?

[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. ]

[mucked]

If it was so very difficult, Mister Jarvis, then perhaps you should have left it off the menu.

[ well. ]

What a ridiculous dish.

[outstandingbalance]

Mais bien sûr, monsieur. [Is Natasha surprised by a speaking candlestick? Yes. Yes, she absolutely is. The shock is mild. At this point, she's not sure she can muster more than that for something that's not an immediate threat. But it's still a surprise.

Just not enough that she can't dust off her french.] I'm just looking for now, though.

[tempredmental]

[Keith jumped back, automatically rubbing his nose a bit in reflex.]

Wha-? I... I thought you were lik- ACK! I mean. I'm sorry!

[save_the_souls]

Haha, why in my stomach, of course!

[He grins and waves his hand reassuringly]

Don't worry, I've eaten a lot more than this before!

[edwinjarvis]

For a ridiculous situation. This is a bistro floating through space, Miss Carter.

[mucked]

And I'm certain that, should he eventually return, Howard Stark will be pleased to find his favourite date dish front and bloody centre on the menu.

[ yes, that's the problem with it. sure. ]