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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.]

Comments

[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!]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh lord, an excitable child. Jarvis is terrible at excitable children.

But he shall press onward!]

I would say — whatever you're happiest doing yourself, young miss.

You're relatively new to the fleet, aren't you? I haven't seen you around until just recently.

[meowbel]

[Better learn how to deal with her fast! She's definitely someone who is very hyperactive!]

Hmmmm...then I guess I'll make it a surprise! And I think I got just the thing in mind!

[For better or for worse!]

But that's right! I just got here a few days ago! The name's Mabel and it totally rhymes with fable!

[edwinjarvis]

Ah, indeed, it does.

[This is terrible; you shouldn't be here, young lady.

It's very worrisome.]

I'll be more than eager to see what you come up with, at that.

[And if he can keep a child in view by giving her a job of sorts, more power to him!]

[meowbel]

Then it shall be done! From this way forward, I, Mabel Pines, shall create the more beautifulest and most prettiest cupcake you shall ever see!

[She said before pointing her finger high up into the air!]

It will amaze you and fill you with awe and wonder that you just can't help but stare at it!

1/2

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh god is this food gonna kill him-]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh. A cupcake. Well, in that case, crisis averted! Unless she's a covert soviet spy who wants to blow him up with an explosive cupcake, he's pretty sure he'll survive whatever she whips up. Cupcakes aren't too difficult a design.]

I'm looking forward to your creation, Miss-?

[meowbel]

[Mabel can do that too! All she needs is some sparklers to add onto the cupcakes and we'll be set!]

The name's Mabel and it rhymes with table! Which happens to rhyme with fable too! Whiccchhh I think I might make my cupcake on!

[She said with a giggle]

And may I happen to know the name of this gentlemen I'm talking to?

[edwinjarvis]

Ah, yes! My name is Edwin Jarvis, though most refer to be as Jarvis, if you'd prefer.

I'm owner of The Melting Pot, but also a butler of sorts - so if there is anything you need a hand with, feel free to let me know. I'll have plenty more time to aid the fleet now that I have such a full roster again.

[meowbel]

Ohhhh, a butler you say? That explains why you're a gentlemen!

[She said with a giggle]

That must mean you serve a lot of really rich people! I'm jealous, it means you get to go to a lot fancy parties and eat really fancy rich foods!

[Mabel...!]

[edwinjarvis]

Oh, thank you. That's quite kind of you to say.

[Being a gentleman is key, in serving.]

I do often get to enjoy the finer, more expensive meals available, it's true.

Though I must say, it can get quite tiring to deal with the rich. I wouldn't recommend it. And goodness, the unnecessary drama; they're all far too bored with themselves.

[meowbel]

Oh? What do you mean by that?

[Granted, the only person she ever known that was rich was Pacifica and she wasn't exactly the most nicest person to deal with but still!]

I mean, there's gotta be at least something that they do that isn't boring! Don't they swim in their own money or something?

[MABEL!]

[edwinjarvis]

Not quite. And while there are certainly fun things for the rich to do, their butlers are more often than not too busy to indulge in such things.

[Not that he would in 60% of said things, because he is a married man, but Mabel doesn't need to know about this terrible 60%.]

[meowbel]

Really? Man, then those shows lied to me! The rich are suppose to be drowning in them and spending all of their money on diamonds and other useless things!

[Pause]

Although, having a golden toilet seat wouldn't be too bad...

[edwinjarvis]

Oh, diamonds are certainly bought in surplus, that's few sure.

Surely... there are better things to turn into gold, however...?

[meowbel]

I don't know, turning a toilet seat into gold sounds like a pretty good deal to me! Or better yet...!

[She said before leaning in closer with a low whisper]

Have you sat in one yet?

[edwinjarvis]

I have not, and I do believe I'm content to never, young miss.

I would much prefer a golden telephone, if anything! Much more kind to the eye.

[meowbel]

You've got a good point there too. At least all the conversations you'll have will be golden.

[Mabel...!]

[edwinjarvis]

[....................]

I suppose I have to congratulate you on a joke well-made, young lady.

Treasure my begrudging respect well.

[meowbel]

Thank you, I do try! And trust me, I've got plenty of them!

You want to hear them?

[edwinjarvis]

... I suppose I've enough time in the day.

[oh dear lord help him]

[meowbel]

Okay then!

[Don't mind her as she clears her throat]

Why weren't the pirates allowed to see a movie?

[edwinjarvis]

[Because movies did not exist when they were pirates I imagine-]

Why weren't they?

[meowbel]

Because it's rated RRAAAGGHHHH!

[GET IT???]