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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 11:51 pm
isaz) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-09 11:51 pm
[open] come along for food
Who: Boreas and you!
Where: Kitchen
When: Lunchtime, early part of sick week 1
Rating: Nothing spicy here except food, maybe
What: Grumpy dragon dad cooks.
[ True to his message, Boreas can be found inside the Temple's rudimentary kitchen. He's cleared out a decent amount of space next to the oven, the carcass of a deer-pigeon fusion animal on the counter with half of the meat sliced off. A rich smell emanates from the brick oven where several cuts of meat are currently cooking - not-quite buttery, carrying notes of spice and zest.
He'll be cooking slices of the deerpigeon as people come, plating them when the juices have completely soaked in. The meat is a bit tough, which he has tried to remedy by cutting slits in the meat in hopes that the residual fat would soften the muscle. What might stand out to others is the manner that it has been seasoned with - the meat is rubbed with butter and some oil to make up for the leanness of the meat, but there is also noticeable amounts of berry paste stuffed into the steak. The texture of the paste is much like pesto, along with how little it has been added, clearly evident that it is meant to serve as seasoning. If one licks a bit of the paste, they'll find that it's the source of the spiciness. It's a strange sort of flavour, but not entirely unpleasant - just unique. Mixed in with the paste are bits of something hard, possibly seeds. Biting them stings, like peppercorns.
Adults may be offered a glass of wine if they look like they need one. Otherwise, feel free to hang out in the kitchen while he cooks his kill. Ask questions, chat with each other, tell him stories while the temple flu isn't too intense.
Occasionally one might see him with his horns replaced by bunny ears. There's probably a reason to it but he's not telling you ]
[ ooc: feel free to tag each other as well! he'll just be around cooking until the meat runs out. if anyone has taste preferences he can try to accommodate them. if you'd like to do wildcards I'm game. hit me up on plurk or via pm ♥ ]
Where: Kitchen
When: Lunchtime, early part of sick week 1
Rating: Nothing spicy here except food, maybe
What: Grumpy dragon dad cooks.
From: Wintersmith
I am roasting something I hunted.
Tell me something about your home and I will give you a piece.
[ True to his message, Boreas can be found inside the Temple's rudimentary kitchen. He's cleared out a decent amount of space next to the oven, the carcass of a deer-pigeon fusion animal on the counter with half of the meat sliced off. A rich smell emanates from the brick oven where several cuts of meat are currently cooking - not-quite buttery, carrying notes of spice and zest.
He'll be cooking slices of the deerpigeon as people come, plating them when the juices have completely soaked in. The meat is a bit tough, which he has tried to remedy by cutting slits in the meat in hopes that the residual fat would soften the muscle. What might stand out to others is the manner that it has been seasoned with - the meat is rubbed with butter and some oil to make up for the leanness of the meat, but there is also noticeable amounts of berry paste stuffed into the steak. The texture of the paste is much like pesto, along with how little it has been added, clearly evident that it is meant to serve as seasoning. If one licks a bit of the paste, they'll find that it's the source of the spiciness. It's a strange sort of flavour, but not entirely unpleasant - just unique. Mixed in with the paste are bits of something hard, possibly seeds. Biting them stings, like peppercorns.
Adults may be offered a glass of wine if they look like they need one. Otherwise, feel free to hang out in the kitchen while he cooks his kill. Ask questions, chat with each other, tell him stories while the temple flu isn't too intense.
Occasionally one might see him with his horns replaced by bunny ears. There's probably a reason to it but he's not telling you ]
[ ooc: feel free to tag each other as well! he'll just be around cooking until the meat runs out. if anyone has taste preferences he can try to accommodate them. if you'd like to do wildcards I'm game. hit me up on plurk or via pm ♥ ]
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There's a slight narrowing of his eyes in thought, his eyelashes half-covering his iris. They're a crystalline gold, different from the vivid sheen of human eyes - almost reptilian. ]
I see. I think I am familiar with the concept...
[ So, the same principle as Lucius, then. The same principle that led to the crafting of Lord Light's vessel... he's not really sure how to feel about it. Though, it'll be rude if he leaves Connor hanging, so he returns his expression to normal ]
A pleasure to meet you. I am the Wintersmith.
[ He'll offer a hand for a shake, at least ]
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Easy for him to notice the narrowing of the other's eyes, too, and the oddity of it. But for now, he opts to continue the usual routine of pleasantries.]
It's good to meet you, too. Sorry, but is that your name, or a title?
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[ Strange, he knows. And perhaps because of its strangeness, he's not inclined to deviate from it. The Wintersmith is who he is, both his job and his identity. ]
You said you learn base on what you experience? How do you find this place?
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I find it... interesting. It breaks many rules prevalent back home in Detroit, in terms of time and space -- not to mention the abilities that many people here once possessed.
Yet I've little choice but to accept it as my new reality.
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I see. I thought of about the same... it is good to keep moving.
[ Forward. Ahead. Et cetera. ]
I knew someone like you back home... so I thought to ask.
[ Lucius had his own quirks, but it seems like Connor is doing much better ]
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[How does this person remind you of him, is the meaning. Connor wants to know just how flattering or unflattering this might be.]
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[ A worrier, perhaps to exemplify the fact that his holographic form had white hair. ]
To leave the confines of his server room was once a wish of his. Unfortunately, he won't be granted that wish anytime soon.
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[ Most of the Disc relied on magic, and there weren't enough resources on the Moon to build him an ambulant unit.
.... that, and Boreas is almost completely sure that he was not an AI, but a fragment of Lord Light's lingering will. But that is a suspicion that he kept well to himself. ]
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[Not unheard of, though. Connor has had close dealings of AIs with no physical bodies before.]
What was his main function?
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[ Which is actually a lot to do since the moon ship is a literal moon. ]
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[While Connor’s world obviously has the tech for android bodies, space nav like that was nigh fantastical.]
Something that we lack. Interesting, the branching ways technologies can develop.
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I would be interested to hear more about your world, if you have time and are willing. At your leisure, of course.
[ The more knowledge, the better. ]
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Right. I’d be more than willing to share, but I think I should first get the food you’ve prepared to someone who might be needing it. Will you be here for much longer?
we can wrap this one up?
[ Business first, as usual. Now that their conversation has come to a pause, he will move to gather the items that Connor needs. ]
Come back whenever is convenient for you. And thank you for helping.