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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
2008-06-13 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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