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Dammit I'm a Killer, Not a Chef

Who: Makie and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now?

[Figures. She finds a job with a charming enough gentleman and he up and vanishes from the Fleet.

Probably that's a good thing, and really Makie wasn't terribly attached to her new job. But Jarvis put a lot of love into the Melting Pot, and the idea of it becoming abandoned in his absence is disheartening. It may be that he's left it to someone. She doesn't know. But nobody's turned up to claim it.

So.]

I assume those that know him are already aware that Mr Jarvis has left the Fleet. Does... anyone know if he wished anything to become of his restaurant in his absence? I'm not sure whether I should try to find a new owner or...

[She trails off. Clean everything, pack it up, distribute leftover food that's still good to the bars... you know, close it down completely. It seems a shame.]

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[She visits the memory tree later, to add Takeshi's name to its branches.

In a week or so, she'll be back to add somebody else. Good luck to you, Sam.]

((ooc: if anyone had plans to take on the restaurant, sing out, it's all yours. Makie's just kitchen staff and wants it to go to a good home.))

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[Oh, that's. Unfortunate.]

I wasn't aware... I thought he was absent, but I didn't know him well enough to look into it any further. I've been cooking with him at the restaurant.

[Oh...]

I apologise. I didn't intend to break the news in such a fashion. I work as a kitchen hand...

[Though this voice is unfamiliar. She hesitates.] I don't believe we've met. My name is Makie.

It's alright. It's just the nature of this place.

[People come and go; you learn to live with it. At least this time it wasn't someone he considered to be close.]

I've seen you around- you've probably served my dishes, too. My name is Mikleo, and we haven't met because you're not able to see or hear me yet. I'm a- ...a spirit, of sorts.

[Oh, she knows this name. When she replies her voice is a shade warmer.]

It's nice to meet you. Sorey... comes to see me sometimes. He's very fond of you. I hadn't realised I was working with you, though.

["Very fond of you", she says. Now he feels bad if she's been subjected to any of Sorey's gushing sessions.]

That's alright, many people don't. It's part of why I stay mostly in the kitchen- I didn't want to startle anybody with a floating plate of food.

[Only a little gushing.]

I will be sure to keep your presence in mind. It must be inconvenient to have so many not make way for you when needed.

It's not so terrible. I'm used to it by now. Jarvis couldn't see me either, so I just wore an apron when we worked together in the kitchen. I can continue doing that, and as you can see my voice carries over the communicator. Would that be alright?

That would be more than fine. [She now has an image of a floating apron and it's kind of amusing, which she keeps off her face.]

...is there any way of ever seeing you?

There might be, but it isn't guaranteed, it might take a long time. Humans have varying levels of resonance, which is sort of a spiritual awareness- it allows them to see and hear seraphim. If you're around seraphim long enough, your resonance might get stronger.

Then perhaps one day I will be able to speak to you more directly, Sir Mikleo.

I look forward to it.

About the restaurant, I think we can keep it running ourselves, even if it's on limited hours. [He's certainly not going to be cooking every day, his life is busy enough.] I like the idea of there being a restaurant.

[Oh. Well.]

...so do I. I'll do what I can to help, in that case.

I'm glad, and thanks for making this public. Happy to be working with you.

Likewise. [You seem like a nice invisible soul. But he's close with Sorey, makes sense.] I'll let our other server know.

Oh.. I didn't know he left. He was nice. I started working there not long ago, but I haven't really been around. Not really sure if I'm even needed anymore, but.. I'll help with what I can?

He took me on to bus tables and take orders.

[This face she's at least seen in passing.]

I seem to have accidentally broken the news to several, by the sounds of things. I am sorry.

I think if you could help still, that would be wonderful. I just... I'm no chef. [She smiles faintly.] I take orders and wash dishes.

Everyone leaves eventually. Maybe he'll be back.

[ He shrugs. ]

That makes two of us. I can't remember the last time I cooked something. I mean, at least decently. Has anyone shown interest?

Not so far. [Though the only other person she's talked to so far is Mikleo, who at least can apparently cook. She wonders if he's thinking about it.]

Mr Jarvis did not do all the cooking, however. Perhaps one of his assistants would be willing.

I hope so. I'd hate for it to stop. So many people rely on it.

I'm happy to stay on for whoever takes up the role. [It's something to do, honestly, and it gets her to associate with people, which she's self-aware enough to know she needs.] Perhaps I'll hear a more positive answer soon.

It's nice to meet you, in any case. My name is Makie.

Yeah, same here.. Keep me updated? I know that's kind of a lot to ask of someone you've never talked to before.

Nice to meet you, Makie. I'm Carl.

It's all right. I don't mind. [Especially if they're working together.]

I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything. Or perhaps someone will make an announcement. I'm not... really in charge of this, I suppose.

Thank you, Makie.

Don't have to be, you know. We're all kind of in this together. We'll figure it out, right?

[...her smile is warm. Well, warmish. It's warm for a repressed samurai lady.]

You're right. I'm sure we can arrange something.

[ It says more than she probably thinks it does- he's so used to stoic people and reading their non-worded replies. ..Lookin' at you, Daryl. ]

Even if we have to stumble through it until we find a leader.

[Daryl and Makie would do a lot of awkward silence together, probably.]

Perhaps in the meantime we can still try serving some of the simpler things.

Really? The chef is gone? Damn. I liked the food they had at that place. Let me know if they find someone else to run it.

[He could just watch this announcement, but that sounds like more work then just getting Makie to tell him.]

[That involves having to talk to you, god. Makie's quiet a moment.]

Mmm.

[I am very committed.]

[Ooooooor he'll just check later on. GDI Makie. Give him a little bit of a hand.]

Actually, I've been meaning to ask you somethin'. How would you feel about sparring together sometime?

[She's not giving you a hand, you lose those things like socks.

...though that is an interesting question. Not altogether out of the blue, but she gives him a curious look.]

Any particular reason?

Have you met Kogarasumaru? He owns a dojo around here.

[Should he be mentioning dojo stuff to her? Eh, probably fine. She didn't exactly seem gun ho about continuing Anotsu's work here.]

We haven't met, no.

[She remembers Kogarasumaru, though. The fine-boned young man who opened a dojo and was looking for students. She's not exactly student material, so she left it be.]

Turns out he's an actual sword. A tsukumogami. If I ever want to beat him one day I need to get better with this one arm of mine. [Because of COURSE Manji fought him already.]

I want to train with someone I know won't hold back. Also I know I wouldn't need to hold back against you. [As long as you were being serious of course.]

[Oh, he's a sword. Is that all.

...honestly, she's come across much weirder by now. She doesn't bother asking why Manji feels the need to beat him. The answer's always the same for swordsmen.

She could do with a sparring partner. One that can take what she dishes out.]

I have a room I practice in close by where the swimming pool is.

Great! [He sounds probably more excited than he should. Swordsmen, right?]

That shouldn't be too hard to find. Just let me know when you're free to meet up. I'm good pretty much any time.

[....hnn. She's down there most days after her gardening. But she wants some of her privacy to remain.]

Weekly. Saturday.

Saturday, huh? [Manji is not the best at social graces, but he would at least give her the privacy she wants. Only coming over when invited.] How would you feel about sparring this Saturday?

[She doesn't know him well enough to know that; give her time.]

...I think it would be good to spar against someone that I cannot kill.

[Is that an answer? She looks forward to lopping your limbs off. :D]

Good. Because if you're not going to be serious then there's no point to it.

I am never not serious.

[Not anymore.]

Just making sure. [He doesn't feel the need to bring up their first fight again.] I wouldn't want you to crap out on me at the last second. [Okay, maybe bring it up a little bit.]

[Well, now you're just being rude in light of her life lately. She sees no reason to respond further, just cuts the feed.]

[He doesn't mind the disconnect and he'll still be there Saturday regardless.]

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