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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]bravely
2008-06-15 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Xena shifted her blue eyes from the television to the door as it swung open. In her travels, Xena had gone pretty much everywhere. That included Japan. She recognized the man's heritage and she bowed slightly to him, though she didn't smile. She was still pissed that she had to be here. "Yeah, I'm here for the cooking class." Her tone was low, almost gravely, and definitely not happy. "I'm Xena. Nice to meet you, Souji."

Her eyes went again to the door as it opened for the second time. A pale young man stepped through and Xena was almost immediately on edge. He resembled the Bacchae so much that if he weren't male, she would have sworn he was one. Her hand went to her side, fingertips brushing the Chakram at her hip. She didn't smile for him, either. "I'm Xena." She kept her eyes on the vampire, though she wasn't sure that's what he was. But her attention was again diverted when the door opened once more.

This man reminded her of Autolycus. He seemed quite sure of himself, displayed by his flirtatious smile and aggressive behavior. "Jack." Xena nodded to him, still not returning a smile. Why the hell was everyone so happy to be here? "I'm Xena." Her eyes turned quickly from him, not because she didn't like him, but because she wanted to keep her eyes on the pale one. She sensed he was very dangerous.

When the four of them were there, the golem gestured to all the fixings on the stainless steel island in the middle of the kitchen. Then to the television, which it turned back on. The grey haired woman flashed on it again and began to speak. Xena shuddered inwardly. The woman's voice was only slightly more irritating that Joxer's. She sighed and took up a station at the counter and looked at what they had to work with.

Chicken, corn on the cobb, potatoes, okra, spices, flour, butter, heavy cream. Everything needed to make a southern meal. Xena sucked at cooking. She could gut a fish, but she couldn't cook it. She was inept. And she knew it. That made it worse. If she enjoyed cooking, this might not be a problem, even if she couldn't cook. But she hated cooking. It was so domestic.

"So, let's get cooking, boys."

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