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[edwinjarvis]

Who: Edwin Jarvis and You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Melting Pot, or Tourist!
When: Now-ish!

It is certainly that time of the year where I must broadcast the usual Help Wanted sign of sorts... Which is to say, if anyone would like a job in The Melting Pot, do let me know; we can always always use more hands on deck, especially cooks with any sort of capability. Hobbyists will even do, so long as you're not the kind of hobbyist to completely ruin a good meatloaf.

And I do apologize for being so missing in action because of it. I'm currently... woefully without aid here, at the moment. Which is hardly an issue when it's just the bistro in my hands, but I'd rather not slack on my other responsibilities.

[Like cleaning The Tourist to an uncomfortably shiny degree, or making at least two meals a day for the crew, or piloting people to their destinations, or making sure Miss Carter or Mr. Stark are doing well (and feeding them, too, shut up); he needs to be on his a-game!]

The pay is decent, and you're free to eat for free here.

... Like-wise, if you are not interested in a job but you're tired of whatever you're eating, by god, make your way here so I can properly feed you. And by all means, please tell me your favorite dishes; they may very well show up on the menu at some point, if I can get my hands on the ingredients necessary.

[He can be found at The Melting Pot, working everything solo (bless his soul), or he can be found on the SS Tourist, playing catch up by baking bread for the crew and setting out little cookie-like biscuits and a pot of well-heated coffee for whoever would be passing the kitchen table. He's humming a little tune to himself — an old 40's melody, though few other than his own friends would probably recognize it.

Unless you're one for old tunes.]

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[wingedman]

I can definitely make one hell of a meatloaf.

[And it'd be nicer to have a bigger kitchen to cook in, too. The galley on the Starstruck is, well, cramped.]

[edwinjarvis]

I have no doubts there, Mr. Wilson. You're on the team.

[He's not even gonna drug-test you or ask for an application. Because we're in space, nobody cares. And also because he's seen first-hand your lovely cooking skills, you champ, you.]

And after all, The Melting Pot should have as much variety as possible, which I'm confident you're skilled enough to provide.

[therewerefifty]

[Ah. She's eaten in the Melting Pot before, several times, so let's assume she knows his name by now.]

I can't cook, Mr Jarvis... not well enough for a restaurant. But could you use assistance in other ways?

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh totally, we're all pals around here on the good ol' Drift Fleet.]

I'm more than happy to have your assistance, Miss Otono-Tachibana.

[Why yes, he did say that seamlessly. He's a butler, he learns names.]

Are you alright with helping clean and aiding the cooks? I'm sure we can find plenty to occupy your time for an earnest wage.

[therewerefifty]

[Oh good.]

That suits me well, Mr Jarvis. I'm looking to occupy my time. [In a decent profession, no less.] When would you like me to come in?

[edwinjarvis]

Any time you wish to start!

I'm actually available there now, if you'd like to get acquainted with your working area.

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[tsunergy]

[....nnngh.... the thought of getting more practice with varying dishes is a temptation, and he probably should start working properly on his issues, but. but. Committing to the idea is daunting.]

Do you do vegetarian dishes? Desserts?

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[edwinjarvis]

Oh, most certainly! I've made quite a number of what would be considered vegetarian dishes. In fact, our eggs are usually entirely synthetic to begin, so the pies and cakes would be entirely safe to eat.

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[tsunergy]

[That's... reassuring actually. And makes a lot of sense, considering their limited rations.]

I'm capable of preparing either, but I have issues when it comes to handling meat. If this won't be cause for concern, I might be able to assist a little.

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[edwinjarvis]

Oh! In that case, I can show you how to prepare desserts. There's no meat in the desserts. It's an excellent job, to be a dessert baker!

You'll be everyone's favorite. ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

[Throwback to when someone stupidly showed Jarvis how to use emotes.]

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I have experience working in restaurants, if that's all right.

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[edwinjarvis]

Excellent! The more experience, the better.

What sort of work did you do in these restaurants?

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Oh, a lot. I was a cook, though I did wait on tables occasionally.

In some places, I was behind the bar.

[meowbel]

A job, you say? I don't mean to toot my own horn here but I may or may not be a pretty good baker back in my world...!

[All the while Mabel was tooting her own 'horn' in the background here!]

[edwinjarvis]

A good baker, are you? Well! I'd love to see your work, if you're interested in making a sample.

[Child, he's not sure it's legal for him to employ you.

But on the other hand — why not? They're in space. He can pay her for being help.]

[meowbel]

And that I shall! Now tell me, Mister, just exactly are you looking for? Are you looking for something that will just knock your socks off or are you looking for something a little more cute and pretty? Whatever you want me to do, I'l alllllll ears!

[And yes, she is leaning ever so closer!]

[passingthrough]

I don't think anyone would want to pay for the things I could make. I'll have to continue just being your favorite customer. [She gives him a smile.] I hope you're finding help though.

[edwinjarvis]

My best friend and favorite customer, indeed.

[He smiles in response, himself.]

I'm surprised to find my roster inexplicably full again. It's a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

[passingthrough]

[She smiles more warmly hearing both her official titles.]

That's good to hear. I plan to put them to the test. Free of charge, of course. [She'll be paying for her meals too. Normal customer stuff but with more attitude.]

And I'll be on the Iskaulit even more since I went and got myself a job bartending at the Malum.

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[postocular]

I don't really have cooking experience, but I can help with anything else you need. If you still need it?

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[edwinjarvis]

I'm more than happy to give you some hours, certainly, Carl!

Though I imagine it's not the most exciting work; mostly extra help in waiting tables, or cleaning up after-hours. But if it's work you're content to do, then by all means, welcome aboard!

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[postocular]

Whichever is okay with me. What would be better? Or would it depend on the day?

I'd like that, thank you.

[candothat]

[Chekov is a little surprised to walk into the Tourist's kitchen to find biscuits, coffee, and bread-in-the-making... but not that surprised because he lives with Jarvis, who does that kind of thing even when he's short-staffed at The Melting Pot.]

Mr. Jarvis, hello. After your message, I thought that you would be at your restaurant.

[He's pleased that he's wrong! So much so that he will pour himself a cup of that lovely hot coffee.]

[edwinjarvis]

One can never skirt around their duties, even if time is of the essence!

[He glances to Chekov with the usual friend smile, checking to make sure the bread's coming along soon after.]

And besides, I enjoy the company of this ship far too much to go without it too long.

How are you doing, Mr. Pavel?

[candothat]

We enjoy your company as well, you know. That would be true even if you didn't feed us.

[He stands there a bit awkwardly, wanting to offer a hand but singularly untalented when it comes to kitchen things.]

Well, thank you. [Relatively.] Not so busy as you. Will you tell me if I can do anything to help, here or at your restaurant?