[the kitchen is dirty, but that doesn't seem to bother the nine foot tall bird man. hood up, mask down, he's drifting back and forth between counters, seemingly in the process of examining literally everything in the room.
he's looking at a spatula right this second with a fairly puzzled look on his face. what de fuq is this thing.]
[ artemy just meanders into the kitchen to see what's here in the way of supplies. there sure are a huge lack of knives (wow???) but as he's there, he sees hythlodaeus just staring at a spatula and raises a brow. ]
Using me for my height, I see. [but he does as instructed! he brings flour and sugar from the top shelves, and places them on the counter.] Would you indulge me with a story, my friend? Yours, in particular.
[ it worked, didn't it? he's rude. in his arms, he has some ingredients from the ice box .he doesn't know the name for it other than that, he's seen things similar to it in the capital at least. there's milk, cream, and butter in his arms.
as he sets them out. there's pause a he glances at the counter and grabs a jar of white, opening it up and giving it a sniff. baking soda. good. distracting. ]
Mm. My story's not all that cheerful. I don't know if you'll enjoy it.
Hm, fair point. [he does not seem bothered by beakhead or the orders in the least. his bestie is like forty times more rude than this, he's used to it.]
If I were not interested, I would not ask, regardless of cheer or sorrow.
there's a pause before he starts to look for a pan now. gets to work on making batter, measuring things out by eye. sure, hythlodaeus has been recruited for grunt work, but he can't think of anything else right now. maybe make him get the plates later or something. ]
Don't really know where to begin.
[ his hands move mechanically almost, delicate as he works despite their size. when he measures by eye, there's an effortless precision to it. ]
Mmm... let's see. Have you ever heard of the Sand Plague, Hythlodaeus?
[ thank you, pushing things is acceptable, soon enough we will have... batter. ]
Sand Plague... Sand Pest, really, the thing is highly infectious, almost... alive with how it chooses to spread its infection like wildfire.
[ foisting the stirring onto you, hyth. he'll show him how to keep stirring at it before entrusted the sacred blini batter in his big yaoi hands while artemy goes to heat the pan. ]
My father entrusted the care of an entire town to me. A... final will, inheritance. Turns out, I have terrible timing. [ he greases the pan ] Three days into my visit, and the Town was ravaged by just that—the damned pest.
So that's what I do. I dog boy and I heal who I can and I get shot at... [ he doesn't seem to have a bad attitude when telling it, he just sounds tired, but in the sort of way that feels good about saying it, admitting it. ] I feel like I'm losing time.
[ purple emu of a man, where art thou? artemy's just going to be here with two of those insulated travel mugs from the conbini that are labeled with the fun cheesy truck stop logo. a couple of strings with small papers that say "earl gray" on them hang from the lips of both.
in any case. warm drink delivery. ]
Evening.
[ the only weird thing abt him is that he's also wearing those souvenir sunglasses. neato spedito, he looks stupid. ]
[he's probably in the wiffle house! he's just been hanging out here because it's the most out of everybody's way. right now, he's got a book that he is reading - one of those terrible smutty ones.
the sunglasses get a little huff of amusement as he puts the book down, completely unrepentant about having been caught reading erotica.]
Greetings, my friend. If I may be so bold - this is quite the look. [teasing!] Is this for me?
[ we love that hythlodaeus is so self-aware of his ridiculousness. ]
Yes. When we were taken to another place... it started in the kitchens here. When I looked out at the people whose orders we were taking, they were all wearing strange masks, some looked like odd monsters or animals. and they had black robes... we were dressed like them too.
[ he furrows his brow ] Very needy. One asked to make salmon taste not like salmon. Troublesome. If we got an order wrong, then this black smoke started to emit from our bodies...
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week one, monday
he's looking at a spatula right this second with a fairly puzzled look on his face. what de fuq is this thing.]
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Not quite your size?
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Mm... or function. I imagine this is for cooking.
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You don't have those things where you're from?
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[hmmm.] Blini?
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They're flat hot cakes you can cover in honey or jam. Or you can eat them savory if you like.
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Sounds quite good. Do you think you could recreate them?
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I don't see why not. The kitchen's in a state, so clearly no one cares if we mess around in here.
[ he might start nosing around for stuff now. ]
You said you weren't familiar with food. So you don't usually need it?
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Should you need assistance, I am more than willing to help. [direct him! he's a terrible cook but it's fine.]
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[ since you were the one that asked. they keep well overnight anyways
if we survive. ]Something you can do... you can check the top shelves for the dry goods. See if there's flour or sugar up there.
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Using me for my height, I see. [but he does as instructed! he brings flour and sugar from the top shelves, and places them on the counter.] Would you indulge me with a story, my friend? Yours, in particular.
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[ it worked, didn't it? he's rude. in his arms, he has some ingredients from the ice box .he doesn't know the name for it other than that, he's seen things similar to it in the capital at least. there's milk, cream, and butter in his arms.
as he sets them out. there's pause a he glances at the counter and grabs a jar of white, opening it up and giving it a sniff. baking soda. good. distracting. ]
Mm. My story's not all that cheerful. I don't know if you'll enjoy it.
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If I were not interested, I would not ask, regardless of cheer or sorrow.
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[ huh.
there's a pause before he starts to look for a pan now. gets to work on making batter, measuring things out by eye. sure, hythlodaeus has been recruited for grunt work, but he can't think of anything else right now. maybe make him get the plates later or something. ]
Don't really know where to begin.
[ his hands move mechanically almost, delicate as he works despite their size. when he measures by eye, there's an effortless precision to it. ]
Mmm... let's see. Have you ever heard of the Sand Plague, Hythlodaeus?
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I have not, no. It sounds less than desirable.
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Sand Plague... Sand Pest, really, the thing is highly infectious, almost... alive with how it chooses to spread its infection like wildfire.
[ foisting the stirring onto you, hyth. he'll show him how to keep stirring at it before entrusted the sacred blini batter in his big yaoi hands while artemy goes to heat the pan. ]
My father entrusted the care of an entire town to me. A... final will, inheritance. Turns out, I have terrible timing. [ he greases the pan ] Three days into my visit, and the Town was ravaged by just that—the damned pest.
So that's what I do. I dog boy and I heal who I can and I get shot at... [ he doesn't seem to have a bad attitude when telling it, he just sounds tired, but in the sort of way that feels good about saying it, admitting it. ] I feel like I'm losing time.
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Ah... [he nods a little.] Hah, seems - familiar, in a way. [...] Very noble of you, to assume responsibility for a town's entirety.
week one, wednesday night
in any case. warm drink delivery. ]
Evening.
[ the only weird thing abt him is that he's also wearing those souvenir sunglasses. neato spedito, he looks stupid. ]
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the sunglasses get a little huff of amusement as he puts the book down, completely unrepentant about having been caught reading erotica.]
Greetings, my friend. If I may be so bold - this is quite the look. [teasing!] Is this for me?
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Thanks...
[ setting it down in front of him. ]
And yeah. It is. Can I sit here with you a bit?
[ now he's just embarrassed about the glasses but whatever he'll live here now. ]
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[he tilts his head, reaching for the tea to play with the cup a little.] Are you well?
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[ he glances over at the kitchen window over the counter, giving it a squint. ]
Much better to be on this side of the restaurant than taking weird orders from weird masked and cloaked people.
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... Weird masked and cloaked people? Is there more than one of me wandering the place? [yes, he's admitting he's weird. he knows.]
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Yes. When we were taken to another place... it started in the kitchens here. When I looked out at the people whose orders we were taking, they were all wearing strange masks, some looked like odd monsters or animals. and they had black robes... we were dressed like them too.
[ he furrows his brow ] Very needy. One asked to make salmon taste not like salmon. Troublesome. If we got an order wrong, then this black smoke started to emit from our bodies...
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he looks - alarmed, actually. very alarmed, shifting like he's going to need to... run, or fight, or something.]
Has this persisted? The smoke.
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[ he frowns a bit. ]
Why do you ask? Is it familiar to you?
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[he pauses.]
... It was the signal that the end of days were coming.
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[ his face falters a moment, and he just kind of grabs at his sunglasses, forget about it, revealing his wholly white eyes. ]
You experienced such a thing?