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pawnstorm2016-02-08 06:10 pm
forbothofus) wrote in pawnstorm2016-02-08 06:10 pm
[Open] Creating works of art one dish at a time
Who: Emil and open!
When: Week before the festival | Evening of the 7th
Where: Town Plaza - First Bloom Festival
What: Cooking, shopping, and watching the Oubliette
Rating: None
a. Festival Preparations – Backdated to last week
A slender, blond-haired young man shows up at the plaza daily, warmly greeting fellow Heroes, locals, and foreigners alike. He’s eager to help – but not with the heavy lifting! The booth he assists at boasts delightful scents from warm ovens and stovetops. And soon the counters are adorned with vegetables cut into flower patterns and little cakes in animal shapes. Emil wields a knife with an expert hand, trimming dough and neatly peeling oranges into creative shapes. The fun is contagious, and he’ll happily join other cooks in the preparation.
b. First Evening of the Festival
A selection of scarves, silky and light as air or woven in soft materials, lay in neat rows on display in a shop stall. While Emil browses, the shopkeeper shows off his wares. Wouldn’t a red scarf be the perfect accompaniment to his uniform? Or how about a cream muffler made in the finest wool!
“Ah, no... how much for this one?” The shopkeeper looks at Emil’s choice, a dark blue scarf, with immediate approval and quotes an inflated number.
Do I look that much like a tourist? “Would you take 250 for it? 280?”
It would appear he’s new to haggling...
c. Later that night
There’s the gleam of a white uniform high in the branches of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the festival. Seems someone found a good seat for fireworks! Or, perhaps not? Should anyone climb after him, they’ll find Emil ignoring the festivities and staring towards the giant tree in the heart of Caissa. With the abundance of mana in the air, the Oubliette seems lit from within. The glow is mesmerizing even amid the fireworks.
It’s ten thirty and curfew fast approaches. Emil may spend the night here if someone doesn’t call him back.
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((Will match prose or brackets! Fellow chefs are welcome to tag in with cooking prompts!))
When: Week before the festival | Evening of the 7th
Where: Town Plaza - First Bloom Festival
What: Cooking, shopping, and watching the Oubliette
Rating: None
a. Festival Preparations – Backdated to last week
A slender, blond-haired young man shows up at the plaza daily, warmly greeting fellow Heroes, locals, and foreigners alike. He’s eager to help – but not with the heavy lifting! The booth he assists at boasts delightful scents from warm ovens and stovetops. And soon the counters are adorned with vegetables cut into flower patterns and little cakes in animal shapes. Emil wields a knife with an expert hand, trimming dough and neatly peeling oranges into creative shapes. The fun is contagious, and he’ll happily join other cooks in the preparation.
b. First Evening of the Festival
A selection of scarves, silky and light as air or woven in soft materials, lay in neat rows on display in a shop stall. While Emil browses, the shopkeeper shows off his wares. Wouldn’t a red scarf be the perfect accompaniment to his uniform? Or how about a cream muffler made in the finest wool!
“Ah, no... how much for this one?” The shopkeeper looks at Emil’s choice, a dark blue scarf, with immediate approval and quotes an inflated number.
Do I look that much like a tourist? “Would you take 250 for it? 280?”
It would appear he’s new to haggling...
c. Later that night
There’s the gleam of a white uniform high in the branches of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the festival. Seems someone found a good seat for fireworks! Or, perhaps not? Should anyone climb after him, they’ll find Emil ignoring the festivities and staring towards the giant tree in the heart of Caissa. With the abundance of mana in the air, the Oubliette seems lit from within. The glow is mesmerizing even amid the fireworks.
It’s ten thirty and curfew fast approaches. Emil may spend the night here if someone doesn’t call him back.
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((Will match prose or brackets! Fellow chefs are welcome to tag in with cooking prompts!))
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"No, it's not just the timer. We can't cook in this... we'll have to get another oven! Does the airship have an extra portable unit? Can we borrow one from another stall? ... Yes, I'll go look!"
Emil leaves, passing his workstation without pause to look out towards the Plaza. Most of the workers are still busy... he shouldn't interrupt someone who already has their hands full. He weaves through the stacks of supplies, looking for someone - anyone - not currently occupied. Maybe someone is taking a break here? He’ll just look around these boxes…
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Kaito hears Emil's footsteps long before he sees the owner of them himself. They sure are approaching awfully quickly, and if he doesn't do something soon, he'll certainly be caught powder-handed, so to speak. With a deep breath, he immediately stuffs the rest of the cake into his mouth and swallows the pastry in one large gulp. He only has a few moments to wipe the powder from his fingers (he uses his white jacket as a napkin to avoid the white substance from showing up on his clothing) before he has to move-- and fast! He pivots on his heel to duck behind another side of the same box, so he won't be seen when Emil looks around it.
. . .
There's no masking the sound his shoe makes as it scrapes against the gravel, though. If Emil's ears are sharp, he'll definitely hear it, too. Even if he doesn't catch Kaito before he ducks for cover again.
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Emil tilts his head, curious. Why would someone be hiding or running? Unless it’s one of the local children come to gaze at the Heroes or the people from Ma Jiang? Ah, maybe they’re just really shy. He can understand that. If they are lurking around the plaza, maybe he can ask them about the other shop stalls?
Instead of circling, he judges the distance from the ground to the top of the crate, braces his hands on the edge, and hops onto it. Then leans forward to ask, “Um, excuse me…”
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"Hey there!"
He greets Emil with a cheery, innocent smile. There isn't a shred of guilt in his expression.
"Are you looking for something?"
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“Yes!” Emil exclaims. “One of the ovens broke down. We need to borrow another one to replace it.” He wastes no time issuing the quest – not even to ask why the boy tried to hide from him. Hey, there’s a tray of cookie dough waiting for the oven – it’s a big deal – we have to keep this assembly line moving! “If you’re not occupied, could you please help us find one?”
His earnestness reaches a crescendo in three beautiful words. “We’ll pay extra.” It’s better than please.
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He waves a hand. "Oi, oi, don't worry about paying extra. I'm technically already getting paid to work right now." More like getting paid to goof off and steal sweets. "Can't say I know where to find a replacement oven, but 'm sure there's one lying around here somewhere."
Somewhere among the jungle of spread out boxes.
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Remembering he hasn’t given his name yet, he introduces himself with a smile, "I'm Emil. You can reach me by that name if you find something!" Never mind that his carrier is nowhere to be seen; Pomelii will (hopefully) find him if a call comes in.
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Kaito lifts a hand and shields his eyes, gaze sweeping across the area. He makes note of the still unloaded cargo and tries to find a crate that is large enough to transport a portable oven. A few boxes fit the description-- he'll definitely check there, first.
"Kuroba Kaito, by the way." With a tilt of his head, he shoots Emil another grin. "But you can just call me Kaito. My carrier's around here somewhere, so you can gimme a call if you happen to find one first."
Inari the arctic fox carrier tended to keep to herself and liked to stay out of sight, so. . . it was no surprise that she, like Pomelii, wasn't anywhere to be seen at the moment.
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Emil wonders what the previous dodging was about; the boy seems friendly enough and surely has no reason to hide from him. (Emil has been very careful about appearing approachable – for the benefit of the Caissa citizens, of course.) Maybe he was trying to get out of work? He seems eager enough now. Hopefully he’ll report back and not get sidetracked.
Passing by his workstation, Emil is distracted by a glaring blank spot on the counter. (Sorry, Kaito, artists are trained to notice white space.) There was an even number of cakes last he checked. The disappearance of the second elephant is enough to rouse suspicion – though it’s impossible to say whether a carrier or person is to blame. He alerts one of the other cooks to watch his station while he makes inquiries around the plaza.
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"Don't mention it!" he says, before he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction to begin his oven acquisition quest. He lets out a breath of relief once he is certain he is on his own. So far, so good. . . Emil didn't seem to suspect him of any wrongdoing just yet.
Oh how quickly that might change.
It takes him a while to locate a replacement oven, one currently packed away in a large, wooden crate. He gets permission from one of the Airy officials overseeing the festival set up to take it back to Emil's booth. He very well can't carry this oven by himself, so with that taken care of. . .!
Emil's carrier should have an audio call waiting for him, courtesy of one Kuroba Kaito.
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A slender, brown shape bounds across the square towards him. Emil braces himself as Pomelii leaps up and collides with his shoulder in the welcoming embrace of sharp, little claws. The tosker leans in close, whiskers forward and tickling his cheek, to whisper a message into his ear….
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"Oooi! I found a spare oven packed away in a box, somewhere near where they're setting up a fortune telling booth. Or something. Do fortune tellers need ovens? Keh, whatever! I can't move it by myself, but I'll stay put until you get here, all right?"
And if Emil manages to weave his way through the festival preparations, towards where the fortune telling area is located, he'll find Kaito leaning his shoulder against the oven-sized box with a white fox curled around his feet. Waiting, as promised.
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Emil arrives at a brisk walk making good time. He offers Kaito a delighted smile and “Thank you!” then approaches the box without hesitation to put his hands against it and… his expression falters as the weight registers.
Oh no. R-right. He can’t carry things like this by himself anymore.
Emil tries to cover up the slip with a bashful smile. “Wow, it’s really heavy, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we get a cart for this?” He'll make the effort to lift it again if his fellow Hero wants to give it a try, but no sense in forcing it. He'd feel terrible if anyone got hurt.