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

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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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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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