InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Not a people person."

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

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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

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.

(Reply to this)

(Read comments) -