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zaria ([info]bravely) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 09:03:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 3, group activity, jack harkness, lestat de lioncourt, okita souji, xena

Day 3- Country Cooking Class
Who: Xena, Lestat, Souji, Jack
What: Country Cooking Lesson
When: Mid-Afternoon
Where: The Kitchens
Rating: R- thanks to Lestat's foul mouth.
Status: Complete!

Xena started awake. She sat up and looked around her. The room was the same one she had woken up in for the past few days, but the soft sounds of breathing beside her told her that she was not alone. She looked down and smiled. Gabrielle was slumbering peacefully. Rather than wake her, Xena scooted gently out of bed and went into the shower. She showered and dressed in a clean set of leather armor and brushed her hair.

She peeked out into the room to find Gabrielle still slumbering. Yesterday had been a difficult day for her, and she understood her weariness. She watched her for a minute before she decided to go get some breakfast for the both of them. She opened her door, and heard the rustle of paper against it. She saw the envelopes taped to the door. One was for her, and the other was for Gabrielle.

She took them both off the door and shut it again. She pulled her envelope open and looked at the paper within. Her eyes widened and then she scowled. "Country cooking!" She hissed. Of all the stupid things. Gabrielle was the cook, not her. She wanted to open Gabrielle's envelope and she what she was going to be doing that day, but she knew it was Gabrielle's right to open her own message. She set the envelope on the bed next to her and turned back to the door.

Angrily shoving the envelope into the waistband of her leather, she stalked down the hall to find something for breakfast. She grabbed a few pieces of fruit, some bread, some cheese and a few bottles of water. She headed back to her room and left the breakfast on the table for Gabrielle before she left again.

She really didn't want to do this. She busied herself that morning with riding Argo, brushing her down afterward, and doing some more exploring. She knew Gabrielle was tired, and didn't want to haul her around with her all morning when she should be getting her rest. But, just before she went to the kitchen for the damnable cooking class, she peeked in on her. She wasn't there, so she must have gone off on her own adventure. Xena was satisfied to know that Gabrielle couldn't leave her again. Not if what this Planet said was true.

She headed into the kitchen and saw a Golem putting a round shiny disc with a hole in the middle into some metal box with a tray. It was attached with a bunch of vines to a bigger more square box with a glass front. Xena had still not learned about the wonders of TV and DVD players. She watched with interest, though she appeared aloof, as the Golem turned on the TV and fiddled with the DVD player.

Soon, a rather plump woman with grey hair appeared in the glass. Xena narrowed her eyes. This was quite strange, but there were a lot of things that were strange in this place. And then the plump woman began to speak. "Hi ya'll, I'm Paula Deen." Raising a brow, she watched the Golem hit a button on the DVD player to pause it until the others arrived.



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[info]kumichousouji
2008-06-13 07:47 pm UTC (link)
He still wasn't sure as to what his opinion of the place was, how accurate he believed the plaque to be (such things could be faked, surely). Whilst it was clear he had been taken somewhere against his will (the details of which he was willing to gloss over until he was back in Kyoto), it was not yet clear where, not who had brought him here. According to the plaque, it was the planet itself, but Souji had a difficult time believing that. He didn't know how a planet could take someone. He expected it to be a plot of the Choushuu, but... It - the building, architecture, the place in general - didn't resemble anything he knew. In short, he was experiencing something resembling confusion.

His first night, his sleep had been poor. For the first time in a long time, his sleep had been poor for reasons other than health (that wasn't to say that he experienced a poor night's sleep every night, but it certainly wasn't unusual). In the morning, he had awoke not long after sun-up (or so he presumed) and had found an envelope with a message addressed to himself inside. Apparently he was to attend some kind of cooking class. The entire concept irritated Souji, although he wouldn't let it show; he knew how to cook well enough so that if stranded, he would be able to survive. Meals were otherwise provided for them, but if need be, he could cook basic meals without a recipe. As such, he saw little reason as to why he would have to attend a cooking class.

After awakening, Souji had spent some time exploring the grounds. From what he could tell, he hadn't got very far, but it was giving him a better idea of just what was here, if nothing else. Once it had reached a time that he had considered more suitable for attending this 'class', he had headed towards the room specified (he didn't particularly fancy the idea of spending yet more time with someone made out of some kind of natural material who couldn't speak).

Upon arrival, he was slightly surprised to see someone else already there. She wasn't Japanese, that was for sure, and Souji couldn't say he recognised her style of clothing at all. Nodding at her and bowing slightly, he introduced himself. "Souji Okita. You're here for the 'cooking class'?"

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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-14 01:29 am UTC (link)
Lestat rarely slept...he had spent the past several hours amusing himself with the violin that he discovered waiting for him when he arrived last night. He was exploring Vivaldi's Four Seasons when he heard heavy footsteps approach his door, attach something and then walk away. He finished the piece he was playing and gently placed the violin and it's bow back on their stand. His senses were sharp enough that he knew it was a golem that had come to his door.

Opening his door, the vampire retrieved the envelope with his name printed on it and came back inside to his desk to read it.

Go to the kitchens. You will be taking a country cooking class. This is mandatory. If you do not go, a golem will find you and take you there. Don't leave until the class is finished, or a golem will take you back.

Lestat read it...and then he read it again. "Country cooking class",he repeated, half amused and half in disbelief, "I'm a vampire. I don't even eat", he laughed, "This is preposterous!", he tossed the letter onto his desk in contempt. "I certainly will not be forced into service as a cook".

Laying across his chaise, Lestat reached for the latest novel he was reading and settled back to enjoy a good long read, unconcerned about the letter on his desk or any golems who might come. He had been reading over an hour when his door opened and a stone golem entered his room. It stood inside his door and pointed out into the hall.

"Be off with you, Monsieur Stone. I am not going to cook today or tomorrow or next week", he waved, while still reading his book, "Adieu!".

Walking over to the chaise, the golem wrapped a solid rock hand around the vampire's arm. Lestat calmly placed a bookmark in his book and placed it on a side table, stood up...and used his incredible, preternatural strength to break the golem's arm from it's body. With a smile he handed the arm back to the golem and walked to his mini-fridge for a packet of blood, but, just as he reached for the handle, the room faded...

...and the vampire Lestat found himself standing in the Kitchens next to a woman, almost as tall as himself, dressed in anient armor and a gentleman he believed of Japanese nationality. He cocked an eyebrow, smiled a half smile, realizing the Planet had beaten him, and greeted, "Bon Jour, Lovely Lady, I am Lestat de Lioncourt". Turning to the Asian man he bowed slightly and greeted, "Konnichiwa".


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[info]cannot_die
2008-06-15 04:39 pm UTC (link)
Jack awoke and slowly, leisurely stretched before opening his eyes and receiving that familiar jolt that he'd had each time he'd woken here. That jolt that occurred when he thought for a moment he was back in the TARDIS before he remembered where he really was. He contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep but his own curiosity and restlessness quickly put paid to that idea.

He threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, padding naked over to the curtains and throwing them open. He looked out over the vista and chuckled to himself, remembering the time he'd done this a long time ago. He'd thrown open the curtains to find a man dressed entirely in black climbing up the side of the window. The man had gotten something of a shock to be suddenly confronted with a naked Jack Harkness and had nearly fallen. Jack grinned as he remembered how the rest of that morning had gone. That had been a good day.

He turned and ambled into the bathroom, enjoying the shower and singing lustily as he washed. He finally dried himself off and got dressed, once again choosing his usual World War 2 clothes. He'd worn them for so long they'd become something of a uniform. As he shrugged into his coat, he saw the small white envelope that had been pushed under the door. He eyed it curiously for a moment then wandered over and picked it up.

He read the message inside with amusement. A cooking class? Clearly these people didn't know him at all. Ianto wouldn't even let him near the coffee machine, let alone any kitchen implements. He always said he was tired of having to divert the fire brigade and replacing whatever Jack had destroyed. It wasn't that Jack wasn't capable of cooking, it was more that he was rather... easily distracted, especially if Ianto was around.

Jack gave a shrug and tucked the note into his pocket. It wasn't like he had anything better to do and this might just prove to be amusing... presuming he didn't burn the entire place down.

He made his way down to the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at the people already there. A woman in leather armour, a man who looked to be Japanese and a thin pale man who was rather elegantly dressed.

"Hi. Captain Jack Harkness," he said, ambling over and giving all three of them his best and most flirtatious smile. "And who might you all be?"

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[info]bravely
2008-06-15 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Xena shifted her blue eyes from the television to the door as it swung open. In her travels, Xena had gone pretty much everywhere. That included Japan. She recognized the man's heritage and she bowed slightly to him, though she didn't smile. She was still pissed that she had to be here. "Yeah, I'm here for the cooking class." Her tone was low, almost gravely, and definitely not happy. "I'm Xena. Nice to meet you, Souji."

Her eyes went again to the door as it opened for the second time. A pale young man stepped through and Xena was almost immediately on edge. He resembled the Bacchae so much that if he weren't male, she would have sworn he was one. Her hand went to her side, fingertips brushing the Chakram at her hip. She didn't smile for him, either. "I'm Xena." She kept her eyes on the vampire, though she wasn't sure that's what he was. But her attention was again diverted when the door opened once more.

This man reminded her of Autolycus. He seemed quite sure of himself, displayed by his flirtatious smile and aggressive behavior. "Jack." Xena nodded to him, still not returning a smile. Why the hell was everyone so happy to be here? "I'm Xena." Her eyes turned quickly from him, not because she didn't like him, but because she wanted to keep her eyes on the pale one. She sensed he was very dangerous.

When the four of them were there, the golem gestured to all the fixings on the stainless steel island in the middle of the kitchen. Then to the television, which it turned back on. The grey haired woman flashed on it again and began to speak. Xena shuddered inwardly. The woman's voice was only slightly more irritating that Joxer's. She sighed and took up a station at the counter and looked at what they had to work with.

Chicken, corn on the cobb, potatoes, okra, spices, flour, butter, heavy cream. Everything needed to make a southern meal. Xena sucked at cooking. She could gut a fish, but she couldn't cook it. She was inept. And she knew it. That made it worse. If she enjoyed cooking, this might not be a problem, even if she couldn't cook. But she hated cooking. It was so domestic.

"So, let's get cooking, boys."

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[info]kumichousouji
2008-06-16 04:05 am UTC (link)
The woman's response was definitely an unhappy one, and Souji couldn't entirely blame her. However, it wasn't something that could be helped, and he was of the opinion that taking such matters out on people who also couldn't help it, no matter how slight, was bad form. Regardless, they were grumpier people within the Shinsengumi, so it wasn't something Souji was disused to dealing with. "It's nice to meet you, Xena", he responded out of habit and politeness. He couldn't, however, help but wonder where the woman was from. She looked like a warrior, but that was all he could tell. She wasn't from Asia, and she must have been from further west than India. He wondered what country trained their women as warriors. It wasn't that he didn't believe they could fight, it was that they had a duty entirely different to men. But then, westerners seemed to have an entirely different idea on that, he'd noticed.

As another man arrived, Souji couldn't help the slight look of surprise that crossed his face. Was he the only Japanese, here? He'd never seen a man quite like this one before - he was so pale, and his hair... Bowing, Souji replied to the introduction. "Souji Okita. It's nice to meet you, Lestat de Lioncourt". Standing up straight again, he glanced curiously at the woman, her response to the man was interesting. It seemed as if he put her on edge. Expression flickering as he glanced from one to the other, he decided he would ask the woman about her unease at a later point - if, of course, she was willing to say why.

As the next man entered, Souji stared at him with curiosity, his interest having been piqued as soon as he'd mentioned the word 'captain'. He studied him for a moment - like the others here, he wasn't wearing any clothing he was familiar with, but that was not to say he wasn't a captain, of course. Appearances had a habit of being deceptive, after all. Souji, himself, was wearing an informal, day-to-day kimono. He'd been told on more than one occasion that he didn't give off the air of one who was in the Shinsengumi (before reminding them that they weren't all like Serizawa, or, indeed, Kano). "Captain Harkness", he repeated, a smile crossing his features before bowing. Apparently he was going to have to get used to dealing with people from the west. "I'm Captain Souji Okita, of the Shinsengumi's First Troop. It's nice to meet you".

At the sound of the TV turning back on, Souji stared at it, startled. Hand immediately travelling to the katana sheathed at his waist, his fingers curled around the handle, before realising that the others did not seem in the least bit perturbed by the box and it's sound, the... People inside. Frowning, he dropped his hand to his side, watching and listening curiously, wondering what the thing was. The woman in it seemed to be telling them of how to cook. Looking at the food laid out for them, he couldn't say he knew how they would combine to form a meal. Some of it didn't look in the least bit appetising.

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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-17 11:27 am UTC (link)
“Enchante, Xena. It’s a pleasure to meet you”, Lestat purred in ‘the voice’. He unnerved the woman and set her on edge; yes, he could see her warrior senses already thinking of several defensive moves against him. Lestat was amused. The voice should have calmed her somewhat…which would only bother her more, of course.

Souji, hmmm, yes…another warrior, it seems. The Planet wanted him surrounded by warriors as he learned…to cook? What nonsense was this? Surely some pantheon of gods must be enjoying this divine comedy! This Japanese warrior, however seemed calm, cool and collected. Lestat was impressed. The man observed and learned…the vampire would have to observe him.

Offering his hand to the last to arrive, the vampire Lestat returned the man’s flirtatious smile and greeted, “Lestat de Lioncourt, Captain, and…”, his grey eyes caught the violet in his shirt and seemed to speak to the captain as he stared into the man’s eyes, “…if you don’t mind me saying so, cooking class just got…”, he let his eyes take in the tall man from his shoes to his smiling face, “…interesting”.

It seemed that they each had a space and bowls, etc to work with and after each step, the golem would pause the video. Lestat had his sleeves rolled up as far as they would go… “Mon Dieu! They could not have given us clean chickens to cook with?!”, he complained, as he cleaned out the chicken in his little sink. The only thing that gave him any comfort was that Xena looked even more pissed off than he was. Lestat was not squeamish…he was a vampire…he had disemboweled human beings before. He just found this work demeaning and didn’t want to mess up his clothes…plus he wanted to find out more about his classmates.



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[info]cannot_die
2008-06-17 03:53 pm UTC (link)
Jack was amused at the woman's reaction even as he acknowledged her name and filed that information away. She seemed tense and wary and while he could understand such a reaction in a place like this, showing only gave away a weakness. It was why he'd always done his best to be as calm and casual as possible in any situation. You always kept your fear and worry hidden if you could.

He returned the Japanese man's bow and openly admired the man's kimono. He looked good in it and Jack had a brief thought about how he might look in such a garment... or even better, how Ianto might look in it. That was definitely a pleasant thought. "Captain Okita," he said then he grinned. "Call me Jack."

Jack's smile broadened and became more flirtatious as he shook Lestat's hand. This was definitely an interesting man and boy, did he set off all sorts of alarms in Jack's mind. Still he was definitely attractive and Jack's inability to die did give him the ability to investigate where others would run a mile. He returned the favour with the look then chuckled.

"I always like interesting, Monsieur de Lioncourt," he said, openly flirting with the man. "Along with fascinating, challenging and fun."

The class then got under way and Jack made his to his work space though not before a giving Lestat a quick and rather naughty grin. He eyed the ingredients in front of him with a sense of resignation. This would absolutely not end well. He knew that but as long as he had a little fun along the way. After all... how hard could it be really?

He stripped off his coat as he certainly wasn't planning on getting it dirty and rolled up his sleeves. He got to work on the chicken then grinned at his fellow... cooks? Prisoners?

"I should warn you all, my... friends usually keep me out of the kitchen so if you see smoke coming from over here, you'll know the reason why," he said rather cheerfully. So many people he'd known hadn't understood why he was often so cheerful carrying out tasks he knew he wasn't going to succeed with but such failures, especially in these circumstances, were usually fun and he often made... friends.

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[info]bravely
2008-06-17 10:34 pm UTC (link)
The Japanese man was as caught up in introductions as she was, and as soon as he had introduced himself, their attention was diverted. That was good, she wasn't sure she liked the way he was looking at her. Like she had done something wrong, or was odd. Had the man inquired, she would have told him that she was from Greece, and that she hadn't been trained to be a warrior by her country, but that it had come from necessity, and a hunger for revenge.

Xena's attention was unwittingly captured by the vampire's voice. Against her will she found herself smiling slightly. When he stopped talking, the spell seemed to break and she came back to herself, and was royally pissed off. She did not like feeling like she was out of control. Avoiding conversation with the man in the future would be something of a necessity, she supposed. Xena was not squeamish herself as she got to work cleaning her own chicken. She had cut men's throats, burned them alive, and left women to survive flesh eating crabs. She could handle a little chicken. Often in her travels with Gabrielle, she had been the tracker and hunter and Gabrielle the cook. That was why she was so pissed off now. She didn't cook, dammit!

Xena had a habit of letting people know exactly what she felt about them. She could defend herself, and even weilded a power borne of a Chinese woman's wisdom that had turned thousands of Chin armies into stone. And she had gone up against the God of war and numerous other more dangerous adversaries. She wasn't afraid of anyone.

She looked over at Jack after his statement regarding smoke. She felt the same way. If she could burn it, she probably would. Putting on her working face, she finished cleaning her chicken and flopped it back on the stainless steel workspace. She glanced up at the woman speaking to them, this Paula Deen, and watched what she was doing. Xena wasn't stupid, she just wasn't very creative. Directions were directions, and she could follow them. It might not turn out so bad afterall.

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[info]kumichousouji
2008-06-18 04:41 am UTC (link)
It seemed that none of them were particularly adept at cooking, then. He could cook to survive and that was about it. Not to mention that some of the food he saw before him he had never seen before (nor had he ever seen anything like the workspaces). However, since he was somewhere so foreign - so alien (he would have used the word regardless of whether this truly were an alien planet or not) - he imagined that if he were to start questioning each strange thing he came across, he would never run out of questions. For the time being, at least, he would take most of it on face value, and worry about how it worked and what it was made of later.

Rolling up the sleeves of his kimono (getting it unnecessarily dirty was not high on his list of priorities), he set about cleaning and preparing the chicken as they'd been shown on the strange box. Cleaning the chicken didn't bother him, neither did the fact that they were being forced to cook (well, that wasn't entirely true, he didn't appreciate the fact that it was by force, but he wasn't opposed to one doing what they could for those they worked and lived alongside). He was pleased, though, that at least two of them seemed talkative; it wasn't one of Souji's own strong points, and he did better in conversation if it were with people he knew, or, if not, there was a specific point to the conversation.

Glancing back up at the TV, Souji frowned at his chicken, and at the implements surrounding him. He wondered how well this would turn out if he didn't know what most of it was. He did wonder how the chicken was going to be cooked - even he was aware that you didn't eat uncooked poultry. Regardless, he'd much rather eat fish, anyway. At Jack's words, however, he glanced over at the older man, amusement crossing his face. "I don't think I'll be very successful, either", he admitted. "The most I tend to cook is rice", he added, without specifying that even that wasn't very frequent; they were provided with food and drink. They rarely had cause to cook, even away from Kyoto.

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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-19 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Lestat was amused when the lady, this ‘Paula Deen’, announced that they were making ‘Drunken Chicken’…he actually chuckled, which was uncommon for him in such a crowd, “They don’t even have fingers. How did they hold the little bottles?”. The woman was telling them that they had to make a house seasoning now that they would later rub all over the inside and outside of the chicken.

Picking up his mixing bowl, Lestat looked at Captain Jack and mouthed, “I love rubbing!”.

The voice from the video instructed them, “1 cup salt, ¼ cup black pepper and ¼ cup garlic powder ”

When Garlic powder was mentioned, Lestat playfully gasped, “Garlic, no no help me!”, and then added it with no trouble at all and grinned at his own private joke.

Looking back up to Paula Deen she was washing and draining the cleaned out chicken. Lestat carried his chicken to the sink designated for his use and began to wash it…with a lewd grin, he looked at Souji and slid his hand down into the cavity of the bird, running his tongue over his lower lip. Then he looked at Captain Jack as he moved his hand in and out of the cavity of the bird. Next it was Xena’s turn as he slid his hands out over top of the chicken and rolled them around and around suggestively, “Must get those plump breasts nice and clean, eh?”, he purred.

With his chicken more than clean, he placed it on the drainer and, as he dried his hands, announced, “Some parts of this cooking can be rather invigorating, can’t it?”

Once their chickens had drained, the video had them rubbing the house seasoning inside and outside the chicken. Of course, Lestat winked at the Captain and purred, “Ready to rub, Captain?”.

Behind them, they could hear golems opening up grills that had apparently been prepared earlier…you could see the hot charcoals along the sides of the grills, with a wide space in the center.

”Open a can of beer and carefully insert a sprig of rosemary. Then, place the beer can into the body cavity starting at the rear of the chicken”.

“This reminds me of a party I once attended in Paris!”, Lestat quipped.

”Carefully place the chicken on the center of the grill, facing one of the banks of the coals, making sure not to spill the beer. Cover the grill and cook until chicken is done, approximately 45 minutes to 1 hour, turning the chicken as necessary. The chicken is done when the juice runs clear”

The vampire Lestat had been making jokes up until this point…he wasn’t so fond of fire. He remembered that time, long ago, when his beloved Louis and Claudia conspired to slit his throat and consume him in an inferno of flames in New Orleans. He shuddered at the memory. “Lucifer’s tits!”, he grumbled, as he gingerly arranged the chicken on the grill and eased the lid shut with a sigh.

”Now for the rest of the meal…”

“If I ever get home I’m going to kill that bitch!”, Lestat groaned.



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[info]cannot_die
2008-06-19 06:04 pm UTC (link)
Jack followed the instructions they were being given by the woman on the screen though he was constantly being distracted by others. The woman Xena was distinctly unhappy about what they were doing but there was an economy of movement about her actions that fascinated Jack. He'd love to see her in action and he wondered what kind of weapon she used. Beautiful, strong-willed, competent as all hell in her chosen field... damn, she was exactly the sort he liked.

The Japanese man, Souji, showed the same kind of odd grace and contained power and Jack was willing to bet money that he was some kind of warrior as well. Though it certainly seemed that four people with little skills in the kitchen had been trown together to learn how to cook. Was it some form of amusement for their captors or a genuine opportunity at a learning experience. That was a question worth pondering.

But it was the Frenchman Lestat that was really amusing Jack. The Doctor and his team had often made complaints, real or joking, about his habit of indulging in public innuendo and he'd certainly embarrassed Ianto on more than one occasion but Lestat was just as shameless, if not more so than he was. And in truth he was happy to play along.

He chuckled at Lestat's mouthed comment and arched a wicked eyebrow. "One of my favourite activities. So... invigorating," he said with a lick of his lips even as he filed away the comment about garlic. That was an interesting reaction and it was tickling something at the back of his mind, something Ianto had told him about after the incident with the Night Travellers. He'd remember it in time.

He watched with amusement and just the slightest hints of low-level arousal as Lestat slid his hand in and out of his bird. He mimicked the action deliberately, adding a little twist of his wrist on both the inward and outward motion. He did have to smmother a smile when Lestat made his comment about breasts though. He suspected teasing Xena in such a manner would get a similar reaction as making comments like that to Gwen... slapped if you were lucky, kneed in the groin if you weren't.

"Oh always," he said with a flash of a grin as he rubbed the seasoning onto the chicken. He made sure he moved in a slow, deliberate manner much as one would when massaging someone all the while giving Lestat a saucy look. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

He didn't miss the pale man reaction to the grills and once again he filed that piece of information away alongside the garlic reaction. It was definitely setting off some kind of resonance in his mind but he just couldn't put a finger on it yet. That was the problem with living as long as he had and doing the job he did. You took in so much information that sometimes it was difficult recalling it immediately.

He closed the lid of his grill, fairly confident that he'd done everything right for once then sighed a little as the woman on the TV continued speaking. He'd been hoping that might be it but obviously the torture had to continue.

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[info]bravely
2008-06-20 12:20 pm UTC (link)
Xena noticed the lack of conversation coming from the Japanese man. She could appreciate that. Xena wasn't much of a talker herself. Especially when it came to any sort of menial task such as cooking. She was just trying to concentrate on getting the task overwith so she could leave. She knew the warning about leaving before it was over. So, that was out of the question. She didn't think a stone or wooden man would be able to stand against her, but she wasn't sure and didn't want to chance it. She'd gone up against Gods and even more ruthless opponents, but none of them had ever been a thinking, feeling planet with the powers of all the Gods comined.

When the smooth sensual voice of the vampire touched her ears again, Xena did her best not to cringe away and grab for her whip. She rolled her shoulders and finished cleaning her own bird without any rude gestures on her part. She combined all the ingredients for the rub and remembered the time that Gabrielle and Joxer had made black powder from some miscellaneous ingredients in order to thwart a plan by a deranged Chin woman. This memory made Xena smile crookedly in spite of the fact she didn't want to be here doing this.

Xena ignored the lewd gestures Lestat and Jack were making with their birds and continued to work in silent fury. She rubbed the bird with the spice mixture and inserted the beer can into the body cavity. Carrying the bird out to her own grill, she settled it where directed and closed the lid on it. When she passed Lestat, she grit her teeth to keep her tongue in her mouth. She didn't want to say something to provoke the son of a bacchae. Because then she'd have to kill him, and now that she was reunited with Gabrielle, she didn't want to risk losing her again.

Her eyes slid to Jack as they reconvened in the kitchens and began working on the other things. Breading the okra and wrapping the corn on the cobb in tin foil to be placed around the bird after it had cooked a certain amount of time, boiling potatoes for the mashed potatoes and gravy. Xena was starting to get the hang of this cooking gig, even if she still resented the fact that she'd been assigned to do something she didn't enjoy.

She didn't have her weapons on her, but if she had, she might have snapped her whip just above Lestat's hands while he groped the naked bird earlier. She wasn't even wearing her scabbard on her back. Just her leather armor and bronze breastplate. She wasn't completely defenseless, however. She had gained an amazing ability to use a telekinetic power she'd obtained from Lao Ma before her death. The next time Lestat tried to make her do something with that voice of his, he might find a fireball aimed at his crotch.

When Xena had her potatoes on to boil, and everything else was nearly finished, she leaned against the counter. "So where's everyone from?" She could be completely uncivil, but since she couldn't exactly kill them and forget about them, she decided it was probably best to get along, if not make friends.

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[info]kumichousouji
2008-06-20 04:14 pm UTC (link)
As he continued preparing his food, he couldn't help the wry thought of 'at least he was good at following orders'. And, if you replaced orders with instructions... Of course, that didn't mean to say that whatever was going to result was going to be good. He did, however, expect that it would be edible. He'd be highly disappointed if it weren't. He idly wondered if anyone would actually be eating it; after all, it seemed that none of them were cooks, and he was certain that the cooking ability of the chefs already working here (where ever it was) was far higher than the food that would be completed here, today. If people were going to be eating it, he wondered how many. One person couldn't eat all of it, surely?

At Lestat's actions and comments, Souji's expression flickered for a moment before he returned his attention almost fixedly to his food. He'd heard, of course, that westerners were crude, and whilst it was almost impossible not to form prejudices and judgements of ones own, he had always wondered how true the comments were. After all, would the Shogun truly want to entertain such people? Although, if the trade they brought was of high enough quality, one would be willing to overlook such problems. People couldn't help how they were brought up, after all. As such, he refrained from responding or commenting - it would be rude to, even if he didn't think that such actions were appropriate in a room consisting of what were basically strangers - and, of course, there was a woman present.

Picking up the beer can, he studied it curiously for a moment before opening it and doing as instructed. It felt like it was made of metal, but he'd never come across a metal like that before. Placing the chicken on the grill, Souji couldn't help the beginnings of a vague sense of accomplishment at managing to (apparently) succeed thus far. It seemed like there was a fair bit to go with regards to making the meal, but the chicken seemed to encompass a fair bit, so he didn't think it was entirely wrong to feel a little pleased with the result so far.

He'd been half listening to the conversation - if it could be called that - between Jack and Lestat. It wasn't that he minded the conversation, it was more the fact that they had all only just met, and such conversations, he felt, were more suited between people that knew each other better. He had heard worse from those within his own unit, and if such things bothered him, recent events would have been far more difficult to cope with.

Continuing with the meal, Souji glanced across at the woman as she spoke, regarding her for a moment. "Where I was born, or where I was before I came here?" He half-questioned, before answering regardless. "I was born in Edo", he started to answer, using the former name for Tokyo. "But I've lived in Kyoto for a number of years and that's where I was before waking up here", he added, shrugging his shoulders lightly and returning to his food.

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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-25 11:49 am UTC (link)
As Lestat peeled potatoes and put them in the pot to boil so he could later have the great honor to mash them, he graciously joined into the conversation started by the warrior woman. “I was born the seventh son of the marquis d'Auvergne in the Auvergne region of France”, he tossed a potato over his back, “Don’t be fooled by the title…many Europeans have royal titles that carry no power or wealth these days…”, he mused privately in his mind for a moment on those days long ago. Coming back to the group, he smiled wickedly and added, “But we had our traditional lands and mansion and…well…”, he looked at Jack, “…it seemed that you could always find someone who wanted to shag a royal!”, he wiggled his eyebrows and winked, knowing he was probably making the others uncomfortable.

Turning to Xena, he examined her clothing and remarked, “Grecian, my dear? If so, you would probably know my land of birth as Gaul or Gallia or something similar. Were you with the Amazon tribes?”

Once finished questioning the warrior woman, Lestat’s preternatural eyes set on Souji. “I have never been to Edo, but I have had the pleasure of visiting Kyoto. Such a beautiful place it is too”, closing his eyes, the vampire purred, “I can see The Temple of the Golden Pavilion reflected in the still water…”, he opened one eye, “…I can also see the Gion and Pontocho geisha quarters”.

Finally, he turned to Captain Jack. “You my friend are a delightful paradox”. He began to shuck a small pile of corn laying on the side of the table. “You are wearing World War I clothing. I see you have experienced many times. I also see you have experienced death…your own…multiple times…”, he looked the Captain up and down, “How very exciting”, he bit his lip, “Please excuse my prying. I’m able to read minds and it slips every now and then…it’s unintentional, I assure you”.

Holding up a large ear of corn, Lestat started to peel the husk down…he looked sideways at Jack and then, turning towards Xena, shared, “I once knew a gentleman who had such a long foreskin, he had to roll it back with a ribbon to…funtion”.


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[info]cannot_die
2008-06-25 03:40 pm UTC (link)
Jack gave a small smile at Xena's question. "That's kind of... complicated." He paused for a moment then shrugged. What the hell. It wasn't as though any of these people were likely to know the place and everyone was dead there anyway. "I was born and grew up in a place called the Boeshane Peninsula. It's not on Earth though the name of the planet wouldn't mean anything to any of you. But I live in Cardiff now, in Wales."

He chuckled at Lestat's comment about shagging. "Only shagging you because you're a royal?" he teased. "How... disappointing."

He raised an eyebrow when Lestat potentially identified where Xena was from. That was interesting as he hadn't been able to place her clothes at all from any of the times he'd been on Earth. He gave her a nod of respect.

"Never been to Japan," he said thoughtfully as he continued working, setting his potatoes to boil and turning to the corn. "Thought about it a few times but... circumstances never worked out. I do work with a Japanese girl. Toshiko Sato's her name. Brilliant woman."

His expression became a touch wary and his shoulders tensed when Lestat spoke about him. "Interesting," he said, his smile nowhere to be seen. Usually people couldn't read his mind, certainly Tosh hadn't when she'd been using that alien tech. Between the natural abilities he had from being born when he was and the training the Time Agency had given him, it took a strong telepath to read his mind. He paused and ran through the exercises the Agency had taught him, strengthening his mind's defenses. What Lestat had found out was essentially harmless but there were other things in there he didn't want anyone knowing.

"World War II actually," he said with a bland smile, the sort he'd used on superior officers on a regular basis. "Volunteer, RAF, 133 Squadron." He left it there, not mentioning the actual time he was from or currently living in. That was an issue that was difficult to explain and revealed things he'd prefer to keep quiet.

He snorted when Lestat made his final sally. He'd seen men like the one Lestat was describing but there was a fine line between teasing the others and offending them and he was fairly certain Lestat had just stepped over that line and Xena didn't strike him as a woman who would simply blush and protest. And there were a lot of knives around...

He arched an eyebrow at Lestat then looked over at Xena. "You're obviously a warrior of some sort. May I ask what kind of weapons you use?" He wasn't really trying to distract her but he was both interested and trying to diffuse the situation somewhat.

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[info]bravely
2008-06-25 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Xena watched the silent Japanese man. He was intent on his work, and he was doing it quietly and efficiently. He didn't see the need to make the kind of conversation that Jack and Lestat were making. It pleased her. Perhaps because he reminded her of her beloved Akemi. She had also been quiet. But earnest. She nodded when he said that he came from Edo and Kyoto. She had heard of both places, though she had never been to either. "I have only been to Higuchi." She neglected to mention that she had also been killed there. Beheaded after taking on an army of 20,000 samurai alone. "You're a samurai, aren't you?"

Memories she didn't want to relive. Especially with a Bacchae who seemed able to read minds. Her attention returned to Lestat, albeit somewhat reluctantly. She found it interesting that he came from Gallia. The woman who had taught her pressure points, and then died by an arrow meant for her had been from Gallia. This group was not making it easy to keep sad memories at bay. At every turn they seemed to remind her of something tragic in her past. "I knew a Gallian woman once. She taught me things that have saved my life many times." She shared this tidbit, wondering if it would have come out anyway.

Xena raised a brow when her armor was examined by the vampire. There seemed to be nothing behind it but curiosity. When he asked if she was Grecian, she nodded. "Yes, I was born in Amphipolis, but I didn't live there after a warlord ransacked our village and killed my younger brother. Struck out on my own after that." She paused for a moment before answering his next question. There were memories behind it, too. "I wasn't with the Amazon tribes, although they were good friends. My friend Gabrielle was a queen through a right of caste. We found ourselves in their midst several times."

When the vampire's attention turned to Jack, she listened. And then she frowned. It was unsurprising that Jack was no longer smiling and was apparently disturbed by the fact that the vampire had breached his defenses. He quieted and didn't explain much, other than his rank and position in the war. A war Xena knew nothing about. But, when the Bacchae moved from talking about the personal lives of others, he returned to his crude remarks. As soon as he started speaking, she returned to her task of peeling her potatoes and dropping them in the hot water boiling on the stove.

She gritted her teeth, trying her very best not to react. He wanted her to, otherwise he would keep his filthy mouth shut. She opened her mouth to respond, and it probably would have been something very witty. But Jack interjected before she could think about it any longer. She lifted her eyes, watching him, hoping he wasn't going to egg the vampire on with a remark of his own. But he asked about her weapons. She gave him a tight smile and returned to her potatoes. "I can use a range of weapons. It just depends on the fight, I suppose. If someone were to attack with a mace, I could disarm them and return the favor. But, if you're asking which ones I carry... a leaf-blade sword, a whip, and a chakram. Not to mention this little guy." She pulled the breast dagger from between, what else, her breasts and brandished it about a moment before she replaced it.

Finishing the potatoes and shucking her corn before wrapping in in the thin metal sheets, she walked back out to the grill and placed her corn around it. Walking back to her station she prepared the skillet and the oil for frying the okra and set about cutting up said vegetable and rolling it in a breading mixture she'd put together earlier. She wasn't feeling quite so sociable now.

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[info]kumichousouji
2008-06-26 03:12 pm UTC (link)
As Lestat commented that he'd been to Kyoto, and proclaimed it to be beautiful, Souji nodded his agreement. "Yes. I'd have liked to have at least been able to go flower viewing for a final time before arriving here". Whilst it wasn't an ugly place, it didn't, in his opinion, compare to any degree with Kyoto. Edo was pleasant enough, as far as he was concerned, but it also didn't compare to Kyoto. He was a little surprised Lestat mentioned geisha; he hadn't thought that foreigners - the few that came to Japan - were interested in such matters. The majority of foreigners he'd heard of were Christian missionaries, or traders. He hadn't thought that many would bother wandering the streets to find entertainment from geiko. Besides, many suspected that a number of geiko hid imperialists and revolutionaries who wise to overthrow the bakufu, the idea that the same teahouses where it was suspected imperialists plotted the bakufu's downfall would allow entry to those they wished to keep out of the country hadn't entered his head. He didn't suppose it mattered though; the Shinsengumi would win, and such a thing wouldn't be an issue.

As, however, Lestat mentioned an ability to read minds, Souji instantly became far more distrustful of the man (whether he actually was a man was up for debate). Only demons could read minds - certainly not ordinary humans, and Souji couldn't help but wonder whether he had been placed within the group as a means for the Planet to keep an eye on them beyond the mute golem at the front of the room. As for the other man, the Captain... If he had died several times, Souji couldn't help but wonder just what he was, as well. Regardless, Souji hummed softly to show he had listened to his comment about working with a Japanese woman. Sato was a common enough name. The war he mentioned being in meant nothing to him, and neither did the word 'RAF'. War, as far as he was concerned, wasn't a topic that was suitable for light conversation, and he didn't feel the need to ask him what he had been fighting for - particularly as he didn't seem keen on elaborating, despite the fact he had been a volunteer. Souji wondered briefly what had happened for that to occur; if he was a volunteer, he would have felt strongly about the issue, surely.

As the woman spoke to him, he looked up, a brief flash of surprise crossing his expression, before giving her a small, slight, neutral smile. It was unusual for westerner's to be able to recognise samurai, and he couldn't help but wonder how she pinpointed him as a samurai, rather than a member of the Shinsengumi. "Some have that name, but not all are samurai. I'm a captain in the Shinsengumi", he told her. It was the primary reason why he carried his swords with him habitually. These days, though, the Shinsengumi weren't made up solely of men from samurai families, of course. That method had proved disadvantageous. "But yes, my family is a samurai family", he clarified, before turning his attention back to the potatoes and setting them to boil, and then suitably attending to the corn. He listened with interest as the woman confirmed where she was from and began talking about her weapons.

He wasn't sure what he thought about a woman being so capable with weapons; he knew of women who could suitably defend themselves with a dagger, but it was nothing compared to this woman. That wasn't to say that they didn't exist in Japan, it just... Wasn't common, and it unsettled him slightly. A woman's duty was different to a man's. Frowning at his food for a moment, he glanced across at her. "Are all women where you're from so..." He sought for the correct word for a moment. "Well trained in weaponry?"

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[info]lestat_00
2008-06-27 10:02 pm UTC (link)
Lestat could read body language as well as he read minds; Captain Jack Harkness, who had earlier been friendly and even flirty with him, now felt as if he were under attack. The man had become tense, guarded and his words were clipped. He was almost angry, Lestat realized with surprise. Hmmmmm, he must be hiding something extraordinary to be having such an internal hissy fit, the vampire mused with a half smile. A light probe caused him to cock an eyebrow...the Captain was blocking him. Touche, mon beau capitaine, he thought, chuckling. Of course, a vampire of his natural talents and powers who had feasted on the all-powerful mother of all vampires, Akasha, could force his way through the human's mental defenses...but that would leave very little left of his memory. There was no need for that.

With a sigh, the vampire turned back to his food. He had hoped to find a kindred soul in Captain Jack, but the man was acting like a spurned woman now....Lestat was disappointed...the man was handsome and had been fun in the beginning.

Making sure to turn the chicken, Lestat addressed Souji, "Since you missed the flower viewing in Kyoto, my friend, maybe you could communicate through one of the golems...a desire...to the Planet for a garden of sorts...one like those in Kyoto", the vampire rubbed his chin, "This Planet seems capableof so many miraculous things...I believe that would be entirely possible", he closed the grill and wiped his hands on a towel, "It won't be your home,of course, but it will be a reminder of sorts". Lestat liked Souji...he knew of the samurai...this quiet, gentle man could be as much of a killing machine as he could if called on to do so for the right reason.

Draining his potatoes and selecting the odd mashing tool, Lestat spoke to Xena as he pulverized his spuds,"You were aquainted with a woman of Galiia, Xena? Did you travel there? What exactly did she teach you that was so valuable, if you don't mind me asking?"


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[info]cannot_die
2008-06-30 04:52 am UTC (link)
Jack arched an eyebrow when Xena mentioned the range of weapons she was capable of handling and he gave her a nod of respect along with a quirk of an amused smile when she pulled the knife out from between her breasts. "Nice," he said, his smile making it obvious he was talking about both the weapons and her breasts before he sobered and gave her another nod of respect. He liked to tease but he knew when to offer respect as well. "I have a little skill with a knife and my fists but I'm more proficient with projectile weapons." He arched an eyebrow and gave her an interested look. "I wouldn't mind learning what you could teach me if you're willing? My line of work... I can always use some more skills."

He chuckled at Souji's question about women being trained and realised the man was probably not from modern times if he thought women being trained with weapons was unusual. "Best get used to the idea of women being capable of doing anything a man can do," he said wryly. "Because they can. Even better than us sometimes." He chuckled again. "Besides I know three women who would kick your backside from here to the moon and back for even suggesting they weren't just as capable as a man."

He, for one, wouldn't want to say anything of the sort to either Rose, Martha or Gwen. He liked his testicles right where they were, thank you very much.

His eyes narrowed when he felt the touch on his mind this time, probably because he was expecting it. The touch went away almost immediately and Jack relaxed a little though he kept his mind carefully warded. He arched an eyebrow at Lestat then in a fit of mischief, he poked his tongue out at him before turning his attention back to his food, moving quickly to stop the okra he was cooking from burning.

He snorted and rolled his eyes. Now this was why he normally didn't cook. He was far too easily distracted... and Lestat was distracting. Gorgeous and strange. He smiled wryly to himself; that usually went beyond distracting and into fascinating for him but he didn't like it when people invaded his mind uninvited. He still found the man interesting but he was far more wary than he usually was around a man like him.

"And you, Monsieur de Lioncourt," he asked curiously, wondering what answer he would get from the man, "do you have any skills with weaponry?"

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[info]bravely
2008-06-30 11:38 am UTC (link)
She saw the look of surprise flicker over the young samurai's face and she quirked a small smile to reflect his own. "I was familiar with some samurai when I was in Higuchi." Again, neglecting to mention just how she was familiar with them. Still, she felt a need to explain. He also look distinctly unnerved by the idea that she could handle such an array of weapons, and with skill. He posed her question and she smirked slightly.

"No, Souji, most women in my land were not so well trained in weaponry. As I mentioned before, my home village was ransacked by a warlord. My younger brother was killed and I sought revenge. I took it, too. But, in order for me to do that, I had to train. I am mostly self-taught, although there were several people who lent me their skills, too. Most women are content to marry, bare children and attend to a home. But, I'm not like most women." She finished frying her okra and realized that the woman trapped in the box was telling them that their chicken and corn should be finished.

She answered Lestat's question before she went back out to the grill, however. "I did travel there, but not until after I met M'Lila. She was a stowaway on my ship. She was running from slave traders. I spared her life, and in return she taught me pressure points." She breathed deeply. "I was betrayed later by another man who had been on my ship. He hung me on a cross and broke my legs. M'Lila helped me off the cross and took me to her father, a healer. He mended my legs as best as he could, but the men who had hung me on the cross found us and she died with an arrow in her back. An arrow meant for me." Xena wasn't sure why so many people had loved her. She had been a monster, a tyrant. And she had been loved far more than she deserved.

She cleared her throat and went out to take her chicken and corn off the grill. She put it on a large platter and brought it all back to her workstation. She arranged it and cleaned up what she could before she answered Jack's question. "Sure. Whenever you want, just come find me." She was still feeling a little emotional after relating the story of the Gallian woman. She looked up to find that the screen had gone black and the golem was taking the disc from the player and taking care of the television.

"Guess class is dismissed." She wasn't hungry, she was actually feeling a little ill. "Good day, boys." She nodded and left the kitchen, leaving her cooked food on the counter of her workstation. She supposed it would be served as a meal in the restaurant, or put in the refrigerators for anyone to have. She couldn't imagine it going to waste. She couldn't wait to tell Gabrielle she'd cooked an entire meal, and hadn't burned a thing.

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[info]kumichousouji
2008-07-01 05:07 pm UTC (link)
Souji didn't plan on remaining in this place long enough to worry too much about missing flower viewing in Kyoto, and regardless, he thought that he had more important things to worry about. How this situation related to the Shinsengumi regulations was troubling him more than he'd care to admit. Nevertheless, he smiled slightly at Lestat and nodded his head. "That could be pleasant. I'd rather not be here long enough to want to ask about making the place seem that familiar, though", he responded, returning to his food as the others conversed. It seemed that the food was almost done. He couldn't say he fancied eating any of it, however.

He glanced up, eyebrows slightly raised as the other Captain spoke to him. He seemed amused by Souji's question to Xena, and it occurred to him that for this man, perhaps the idea of women being trained to use weapons wasn't the least bit strange. "Of course". His gaze shifted to Xena. "I meant no disrespect", he clarified before listening to her answer. He was impressed that she was primarily self-taught, although he did wonder what her skills were like as a result. From the fact that she was alive, and that she had that many weapons, he imagined she would be effective, but in the art of fighting... He wondered whether it was an art for her, or merely a means. He was, of course, somewhat curious as to how she was familiar with samurai in Higuchi, but it was none of his business, so he refrained from asking any more about the matter. Her company was her own to keep, and he thought it perhaps said something about her that she had kept their company at all.

Taking his food off the grill and draining the vegetables, Souji set about preparing the food on a plate. Arrangement had never been a particularly great skill of his, and he couldn't help but think that there was a reason why women arranged flowers and were the primary cooks of a household. As he did so, he listened with interest as Xena answered Lestat's question. He wondered about the man who had betrayed her, and why, and likewise about the woman who had given her life for Xena. It occurred to him that she must be an impressive woman.

After finishing with his food, he cleaned and washed up his workspace and utensils before setting them back where he had got them from. The meal, he too, left at his workspace; he couldn't see himself eating such a large meal, nor could he see himself eating such food generally. Bowing slightly at Lestat and Jack, he spoke before leaving the room. "It was nice to meet you".

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[info]lestat_00
2008-07-04 08:01 pm UTC (link)
Lestat was so tired of this cooking nonsense and was relieved when the wench on the screen directed them in placing the fucking chicken on a platter and placing the vegetables around it. As he was begrudgingly completing his culinary tasks, Captain Jack asked him if he had any skills in weaponry.

His eyes slid to the side and he smiled, "I am a master swordsman, Captain, however, I find I rarely need the use of a weapon in times of duress".

The vampire Lestat listened solemnly to Xena's story of M'Lila. He knew he was a monster and had been one for centuries. He'd done many cruel things, but he liked to think he had mellowed a bit. His brow furrowed more and more as the tall woman descibed her ordeal, "M'Lila is a hero, Xena and so are you. This man who crucified you and broke your legs...his soul rots in the foulest realms of Hades". He knew he had baited the warrior woman earlier and probably made her dislike him, but Lestat smiled at Xena and gave her a friendly nod...he respected her as an equal and would be there at her back should the need arise.

He smiled at Souji's reply to his comment on the flower garden, "I'd rather not be here, either, my friend, but if I must, I will gild my cage with the finest gold I can find". He winked and bowed his head at the samurai.

Lestat left his food arranged neatly at his station and bid the others, "Adieu, Lady...Gentlemen...thank you for pleasant company and conversation"...and he was gone.


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[info]cannot_die
2008-07-05 04:22 am UTC (link)
Jack was relieved to finally be able to finish this task though he was kind of proud of himself for not actually burning anything. It was just a shame Ianto wasn't here so that he could show the younger man proof that he wasn't a complete menace in the kitchen.

Okay, maybe he still shouldn't be trusted with the coffee machine but at least he could actually cook a meal. Then again, if Ianto was around he probably would have burned everything to a crisp. Ianto was very distracting and frankly when he was around Jack could think of better things to do than cook.

He finished off the presentation of his food and nodded pleasantly to the others as they hurried away. He didn't follow them, instead leaning against the counter and picking at the chicken he'd just cooked. He was rather smugly pleased to find it tasted rather good. He was actually kind of hungry after all of that and he'd more or less gotten into the habit of eating whenever he was hungry. So often he just couldn't stomach a damn thing because of one thing or another.

He stared idly at the door the others had disappeared through as the golem who had been there at the start started cleaning things up, pausing only to place a plate, serving implements and a knife and fork next to him. Jack chuckled and took the hint, serving some of his food onto the plate then taking the plate, fork and knife out of the kitchen. He was going to finish this off on the balcony in his room and contemplate the people he'd met today.

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