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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]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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