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driftfleet2018-05-28 06:00 pm
edwinjarvis) wrote in 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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Ha!!
Just kidding, he absolutely is just walking around, not remotely noticing any new presence.
Maybe even frowns at a pimple on his chin in the reflection of a hanging pot.]
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Surprise! And then, just to test it-]
Hello? Can you hear me?
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He stares at it for a long moment, a bit confused at first - and then a little anxious - and then remembering scary stories his uncle used to tell him as a boy. He glances around, swallowing hard. Wait, was that-]
I - beg your pardon?
Who said that?
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[He draws a little :) in the frost. Sorey keeps using emoticons and a few of them stuck.]
My name is Mikleo. I spoke with you earlier about baking desserts.
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[He rubs his eyes, looking around the area.]
You're invisible.
[Better than saying you're a ghost, right???]
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In a way. It's more like you're not able to see me- not something either of us can consciously change. It might get better over time, though. Is that alright?
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... It's... certainly not the strangest thing I've dealt with.
A butler's job is to adapt to any situation, at any rate! And besides, I'll be able to see the things you bake with, won't I?
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[Maybe he has a spare apron somewhere, that seemed to help in the lab with Stefan- though it did look pretty silly.]
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True enough...! But I must ask — how could I go about... trying to see you? I truly can't change it?
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Not exactly, no. If your body isn't built to develop resonance, then it probably won't ever happen. But the chances are far more likely here than what I'm used to, so the best you can do is just be around us enough to let it grow naturally. I don't know how long it might take, though.
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[But oh well, what can ya do? And speaking of aprons-]
Would you like to put something on, so that I don't accidentally bump into you?
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It's just a coincidence that they're your colors; butlers are magic like that, you know? They have some secret sixth sense for fashion and making sure everything's properly coordinated. What I'm saying is butlers are magic.]
How is this? It's certainly something you'll need often, back here.
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[Convenient enough, and aesthetic, too. Thanks, butler-man.
Mikleo accepts the apron and ties it around himself, which looks an awful lot like a levitating apron tying itself, but what can you do. Jarvis officially has a point of reference now, yay!]
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Well! Let's get to it, then! No time for dawdling now, magic apron.
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Mikleo.