Dumpster World Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Always possible one will sneak in
Action: TRASH PLANET! aka The Baruut System
When: October 2018

[When life gives you garbage, make projects of varying scopes and sizes! Site see in the lovely trash-covered vistas. Make a racing pod thing or go gambling. And remember the first rule of arena fighting is... not the face? Actually, I'm not sure if there are rules, but you can talk about it. It's pretty public anyway.

Enjoy your landfill of a system!]

Comments

[abracafcku]

[He laughs and goes to clap the ice outline on the shoulder, but things better of it. He'd rather not have a cold, wet hand.]

That is exactly why you should do it. Think of all the shit you could get away with.

[tsunergy]

[The ice glistens as Mikleo quirks a brow upwards.]

Get away with...? I'm just as likely to get shot at than manage anything devious. People can often get violent when it comes to the spooky stuff.

[abracafcku]

Yeah but you're not fully in this plane, right? Would getting shot at actually hurt you?

[He can physically interact with things so maybe?

Still. It'd be worth it.]

[tsunergy]

If I let it hit me, then yeah, it could. And I'd really rather avoid that.

[He's a little curious as to what Taako means, though. Definitely sounds shenanigans-y.]

[abracafcku]

Easy solution - don't let it hit then.

[He's an elemental that isn't in phase with the Prime Material Plane. It shouldn't be that to come up with some crazy antics to get into with that ace up his sleeve.]

Also most people? They're not going to shoot a ghost, just run from them like that lady. You could've been pranking the shit out of these fools this entire time!

[tsunergy]

Antics are fine, but I'd prefer just to be able to shop, thanks. Not that I don't love a good ghost trick once in a while...

[If Edna were still here, she'd probably have a field day making the humans scream. It's not quite his style.]

[abracafcku]

If I were a ghost, I'd be doing it all the time.

[Not that he wants to be one, because then it's likely he'd end up dragged to hell or whatever. No thanks, even if the Grim Reaper was a hottie.

Taako picks up a rolling pin and spins it in his hands.]

But what were you shopping for? Do you even eat?

[tsunergy]

[Mikleo sighs faintly - because he's not a ghost, but he did bring that one upon himself - and sets down the spoon, returning to the shelf to browse for what he's really after. Now that he's made himself visible, he doesn't need to carry anything around unnecessarily.]

I don't have to eat to survive, but I enjoy it, if the food is good. And since that's rare these days, I wanted to stock up.

[abracafcku]

[Taako snickers as Mikleo moves away. Exasperating people is one of his hobbies here and so far he's been batting 300 or whatever the number was. He wasn't a sports guy. After spinning the rolling pin a few more times, he puts it back. The weight is off in it and it'll roll funny. Not a good choice.]

Mm, I've noticed. Whoever thought protein gel was an appropriate substitute needs to be dragged out into the streets and Scorching Ray'd a thousand times.

[He rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.]

I have to transmute almost everything in the kitchen to something that even comes close to my standards. It's exhausting.

[tsunergy]

Agreed. I've been here for a few years now and I've yet to bother eating the stuff. It took nearly that long just to get steady supply of milk and eggs.

[He glances sidelong at the elf, suddenly curious.]

What do you mean by "transmute"?

[abracafcku]

[Again - that length time pops up. Taking has to work hard at tamping down the panic that rises. Magnus and Merle need him back there sooner than that. As much as he appreciates the vacation, he's in the middle of some stuff that can't really wait a few years while he galavants around on galactic television. He picks up a set of metal cups, testing their weight to distract himself until he's able to focus on the present again. Then he scoffs and looks offended.]

How they expect us live in these squalid conditions is beyond me. I would have rioted long before that.

[And then he channels energy into the cup in his hand. He holds it up Mikleo to see, changing it from cheap tin to heavy brass.]

And that's what I mean by transmutation. I change that disgusting slop into real food.

[tsunergy]

[what

WHAT

Mikleo gasps and leans in immediately, reaching out to grab the cup so he can stare at it, turning it this way and that, examining every inch. He taps a finger against it, the chink of ice on metal a different octave than expected. Sure enough, it's not the same material.]

That's... that's amazing! And you can do that with food?

[abracafcku]

[Let the accolades begin. Taako lets the cup go, watching in bemusement as a man made of hollow ice gushes over the impossibility of something as simple as transmuting metals.

He smirks and twirls a loose strand of hair and his finger.]

Why do you think the First Breath eats as well as does? I'm not about to let anything out of my kitchen that isn't first class.

[tsunergy]

I wasn't aware it did... so you're a cook, then?

[The wheels are turning in his noggin now.]

[abracafcku]

Former celebrity chef, but yes.

[It's weird being able to claim that again. It wasn't his fault. It hasn't been his fault at all. He'd had to give up something he loved because of that asshole and he sure as hell is going to reclaim it now that he can't exactly be an adventurer here.]

My crew has no idea how good they have it.

[tsunergy]

[WHEELS. TURNING.]

...Are... you looking for a reprise of that, by any chance?

[Everyone has their own way of getting by in the fleet, and while he has no idea what it means to be a "celebrity" chef, it sounds more or less like someone famous for cooking, so...]

[abracafcku]

[Taako's ears twitch slightly and his first reaction is to refuse. It wasn't that long ago that he learned the truth. He lived so long with fearing that anything he cooked could kill someone he cared about that it's hard to rid himself out the fear.

But it wasn't his fault.

His recipe had been flawless.

There's a moment's pause and then a show smile spreads across his face.]

Depends on the pay.

[Yes, yes, yes]

[tsunergy]

Well... maybe I should explain, first.

[Hopefully no one else stumbles upon them and starts screaming again, because this isn't really the place.]

The restaurant on the Iskaulit used to be run by a human named Jarvis. He was an accomplished chef, and I started working there to give myself something to do, but my cooking skills are more... specialized? For obvious reasons I'm better at making desserts and cold treats than cooked meals. [He shrugs.] Jarvis has since returned to his world, and we were left without a main chef, so I opted to take over since we had no one else. The food's... not as good as it used to be, as a result. Except the desserts, of course.

[It's not his fault! It's just against his very nature to recognize how heat works the same way he can perfectly chill a batch of ice cream. Flavour is one thing, but his timing's all wonky.]

If you're as skilled at cooking as you say, and you wanted it, you're welcome to take over Jarvis's old position.

[abracafcku]

[Why the fuck don't people tell him these things immediately? He had to find out about the goddamn spa on the network and now a chef-less restaurant? One that's floating in space no less.

His ears twitch again, and he can feel a buzz of excitement start up in his mind. An empty kitchen where he can cook for an audience, for guests. He's leaned more heavily on his magic since Sizzle It Up ended, but the desire to cook for was always there. He just refused to cook for people important to him. Since coming here, he'd been branching out to cook for his crew, but none of them really cared that much for food. Haggar was just barely coming around to salads and soup.

And he could leave Mikleo to cold (obviously) desserts.

Maybe he could get someone in as a sous chef.

He--

Taako coughed and leaned casually against the shelves, inspecting his nails to keep his hands busy.]

Do you doubt I'm as skilled as I say I am?

[tsunergy]

I don't know if I'd call it doubt, I've just never seen you in action. People can claim a lot of things until they have to prove it.

[Nothing against the guy, but he already comes across as a bit arrogant. He could be all talk, even if the transmutation magic is impressive.

Okay maybe it's a little bit of doubt.]

You're free to make use of the kitchen if you want to demonstrate your skills, cook something up. Like a... what's it called? An interview?

[abracafcku]

[That sounds like doubt to him - and a challenge. Taako straightens and jabs a finger toward the icy figure a confident smile. This is child's play. ]

Then ready your taste buds for a freaking party because Taako is a fucking sage in the kitchen. You name a time and I'll be there to rock your world, Ice Boy.

[tsunergy]

Ugh. It's Mikleo, not Ice Boy.

[Always with the nicknames... but okay, this sounds like a free meal to him, which is just fine. After a moment's thought, he nods.]

I'm free tonight. Come to the Melting Pot on the Iskaulit before it closes. You can make whatever you want, and if it's good enough, the restaurant is yours.

[abracafcku]

[Ooh, testy about his name, huh? Taako's smile grows imperceptibly wider and he nods.]

Sure thing. I just need to make a meal for my crew first, then I'll be by this "Melting Pot."

[What a name.]

Oh and it's when it's good enough, not "if." You'll be eating that doubt when you get a taste of what I whip up.

[tsunergy]

[He can't help a little icy smile at that.]

Then I hope that doubt is tasty.

[He takes a step back, ducking his head in a very slight but polite bow.]

Now if you'll excuse me, I ought to finish my shopping list. Some of these supplies are for what the restaurant still lacks.

[abracafcku]

It's going to be one of the best meals you've had in your life, my man.

[Hopefully. He's usually pretty good at guessing people's tastes, but an elemental is tricky. Taako nods and is about to leave when he pauses and snickers.]

Yeah, good luck with buying that when you look like the Haunting on Hill House. Why don't you give it to me and I'll get what you need.