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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
2008-06-17 03:53 pm UTC (link)
Jack was amused at the woman's reaction even as he acknowledged her name and filed that information away. She seemed tense and wary and while he could understand such a reaction in a place like this, showing only gave away a weakness. It was why he'd always done his best to be as calm and casual as possible in any situation. You always kept your fear and worry hidden if you could.

He returned the Japanese man's bow and openly admired the man's kimono. He looked good in it and Jack had a brief thought about how he might look in such a garment... or even better, how Ianto might look in it. That was definitely a pleasant thought. "Captain Okita," he said then he grinned. "Call me Jack."

Jack's smile broadened and became more flirtatious as he shook Lestat's hand. This was definitely an interesting man and boy, did he set off all sorts of alarms in Jack's mind. Still he was definitely attractive and Jack's inability to die did give him the ability to investigate where others would run a mile. He returned the favour with the look then chuckled.

"I always like interesting, Monsieur de Lioncourt," he said, openly flirting with the man. "Along with fascinating, challenging and fun."

The class then got under way and Jack made his to his work space though not before a giving Lestat a quick and rather naughty grin. He eyed the ingredients in front of him with a sense of resignation. This would absolutely not end well. He knew that but as long as he had a little fun along the way. After all... how hard could it be really?

He stripped off his coat as he certainly wasn't planning on getting it dirty and rolled up his sleeves. He got to work on the chicken then grinned at his fellow... cooks? Prisoners?

"I should warn you all, my... friends usually keep me out of the kitchen so if you see smoke coming from over here, you'll know the reason why," he said rather cheerfully. So many people he'd known hadn't understood why he was often so cheerful carrying out tasks he knew he wasn't going to succeed with but such failures, especially in these circumstances, were usually fun and he often made... friends.

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