Edwin Jarvis (
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driftfleet2018-05-28 06:00 pm
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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.]
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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I'm actually available there now, if you'd like to get acquainted with your working area.
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I will come to the Iskaulit, then.
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[He's a polite british chap, that way.]
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You can expect her to come in within the next half hour.]
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Hello, Miss Otono-Tachibana! Glad you could make it.
Would you like anything to drink?
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No, thank you. What are these...?
[They look like tiny soggy pillows.]
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Have you heard of mochi?
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[Something relatively new in his experience, but quite capable of being added to a menu.
Makie he's gonna spoil you.]
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It's rice. Soft and chewy and sweet. Though I hear more modern renditions serve it with ice cream. [And there are dough variations, though the dough is made of...uh, rice. So he's not actually wrong.]
I'm learning how to make it. Ochako-chan is teaching me.
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Ah, yes! Miss Uraraka is quite a lovely young girl. I'll have to ask her about her recipe.
I'm more than happy to add it to our menu on your behalf, of course.
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what kind of restaurateur puts something on the menu on account of one person]
I'm sure you'll do wonderful things with the recipe, but are you sure?
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[He smiles a bit.]
Besides, I think they would be quite a hit. Don't you think so?
Desserts are hard to come by here.
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That's true. I certainly would enjoy such meals.
How would you like me to assist?
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Honestly, I haven't much experience with anything but cleaning. I'm happy to learn to assist where you need me.
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Unless you prefer that sort of thing; I know some find it rather soothing.
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But you know what, she really does need to branch out and find less murderous careers.]
I would... certainly not mind learning, over time. I think it would be good for me.