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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]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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