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Post by Angel on Jan 10, 2021 17:06:39 GMT -8
 ![]() ![]() On the front desk’s message board was a simple piece of paper. On it read an equally straight forward message, ‘To any who have preferences, wants, and or aversions to particular foods, please see Angel in the Kitchen.‘Inside, the resident raver Wizened busied himself by looking through fridges, cabinets, and drawers with a small notepad in his hand jotting down and grumbling occasionally. |
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Post by Roger on Jan 13, 2021 23:16:27 GMT -8
A blast of cold air roils through the kitchen, as if an unseen door had been cracked, filling the kitchen with the smell of rock and frost. Some of the fresh herbs that had been purchased blooms as time rolled forward, before drying out and curling to disintegration. Outside the Hollow and in the mundane kitchen of the Hostel, reality corrected itself to restore the vegetation in a blink. The Ogre ducked his head to fit through the doorway, impressive trench coat tailored to make up for his height.
Money was on a Gravewight — he had the flesh tones of a frosted corpse, and eyes that were starting to marble. He squinted at Angel, mildly surprised at his presence,
"You're new."
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Post by Angel on Jan 14, 2021 18:21:49 GMT -8
Angel jumped, startled by the sudden temperature shift and voice that accompanied it. The colors shifted erratically for a moment, the breeze dredging up memories before they were forcibly quelled. He turned to face The Ogre. This big guy was a Winter it seemed. Like Callieagh. “Y-Yeah.” He muttered. “I’m Angel. I’ll be cooking.” He stuck out a shaky hand with what he hoped passed as a friendly smile.
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Post by Roger on Jan 14, 2021 21:36:14 GMT -8
He looked through the Wizened for a moment, running numbers on the name, before he took the man's hand with a cold, firm grip.
"Good. I go by Roger. What's your story, Angel," he asked easily, parking himself on a bar stool pushed against the island. "You drink coffee?" he growled, briefly flicking his attention to the machine.
It was a toss up whether he didn't want to step on Angel's toes declaring himself the chef, or it was some sort of weird, territorial flex. Hard to tell with Ogres, sometimes; and this guy sounded like gravel in a blender.
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Post by Kai Rose on Jan 16, 2021 12:02:22 GMT -8
Luckily for Angel, the giant Sun Banisher was not the only one who would be his patron this day. A curious yellow radiated from Kai Rose's skin as she opened the door and came inside, her head on a swivel as she took in the sights and cleared the space in a single swoop. A half-smile crossed her face at the sight of two Lost present -- one huge, one in a much more normal bracket of the human condition.
"Hi there."
She folded her hands into her pockets and took a step inside. Given the cargo work pants and the black tank top, it looked like the Polychromatic had been working. Was this her break?
"I'm Kai. Mind if I join you two? I don't know if you're taking orders, Angel, but... if you are, man, I'm down."
She looked like she could crush a steak. Or an omelet. Or anything cooked well.
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Post by Angel on Jan 16, 2021 16:03:38 GMT -8
Angel shrugged to the Giant’s question. He began checking the racks for spices and upon spying Cinnamon, he took the small brown bottle from the shelf and set it aside as he grabbed a bag of the plain dark roast coffee grounds. “On occasion, when needed.” He said, his voice soft and slightly musical. “I just make what strikes me, or the recipes Célia taught me.” His sister....he shook his head. No time to get caught up.
The Multichromatic Wizened looked to the new arrival as he began gathering water and a filter. “Angel. W-We don’t have too much at the moment. Enough for a week. But past that...I’m taking inventory now. But I can prep something up if you’d like?” He deftly put the coffee to rights on the path to creating a heavenly brew, cinnamon in the grounds helped give it a more balanced taste, and he turned. His arms, just too long and spindly grasped his notepad and took the pen from his ear. “Any allergies or preferred dishes f-for you both?”
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Post by Roger on Jan 16, 2021 17:29:43 GMT -8
The Ogre grinned at Angel's shrug, the pinched bloodless skin around the left side of his lip splitting to show the rest of his teeth. "I find it's usually more polite to ask before I bother to dig, some."
He takes out a Manila folder from a briefcase, leafing through the paperwork while fixing a pair of reading glasses over his nose. It seemed unrelated to the conversation — there was no indication he was looking to pull anyone's attention to the mundane task at hand. As Kai entered, his eyes tracked her hands as they went into her pockets like an aging guard dog. "Morning, Kai. It's a communal space," his free hand swept across the area, "have at it."
At the question of allergies, Roger shook his head, watching the cinnamon enter the grounds with bemusement. "I like simple stuff. If I'm looking for anything exotic I'll just go to the place where the First Generation cooks it." He seemed to clue in that he hadn't introduced himself to the Polychromatic,
"Roger. From my understanding both of you were here for Yule...right," he scratched his jawline, "Fawkes mentioned you, Rose. Said you were one the Summers I might not want to strangle in the near future." He chuckled, alleviating the tone his grizzled voice defaulted to. "I'm the other Sun Banisher."
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Post by Kai Rose on Jan 17, 2021 20:54:42 GMT -8
"That would be awesome. Honestly, I'd just take an omelet with cheese and whatever meat and veggies you want to toss in it. A cup of coffee sounds great, too, and I like cinnamon." She flashed Angel a smile and sat down next to Roger. "I'll cover the bill, I don't mean to just take. Where'd you learn to cook, Angel?"
Her eyes glanced idly at the folder for a moment, tracking the movement just long enough to recognize it was something she didn't need to look over. A hand was offered for a shake when he introduced himself. "Yeah, I stopped by," she said, remembering the challenging night on multiple fronts. "Julia was a great host. I, uh... Aello dragged me into the pool." She chuckled at that memory, choosing not to highlight the later portions of the evening. Roger probably knew already, and there was no need to spook the cook. Fawkes's positive mention was met with a smile.
"Nice to meet you properly, Sun Banisher," she said. "That's really nice of him to say. I definitely would prefer not to be on anyone's strangle list, for sure."
The Summer Courtier chuckled along with him, breathing in one of her breaths through her nose to get the scent of his hatred. The officers of Winter were so mysterious. "I can actually imagine him saying it like that, too. I didn't see you at Yule, though. Working that night?" She assumed Winter Court had stuff to do on the Winter holiday.
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Post by Angel on Jan 18, 2021 19:45:46 GMT -8
A small smile appeared on his face as he turned to gather the ingredients for omelettes. “Any mix in's either of you? But my sister,” it quickly disappeared. “She was taken with me.”
Forcing the memories down before they could take root and cause a scene. He set the eggs and spices down. “Didn’t make it out.” He flatly stated. Taking the coffee pot from its perch, “Roger to answer your question, was at Yule. Wasn’t in best headspace.”
Sliding a mug in front of him and in front of Kai, the largest he could find, he poured the dark aroma drink into both mugs. “Sugar or cream? Milk? Honey?”
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Post by Roger on Jan 18, 2021 21:08:55 GMT -8
"Sorry to hear that," Roger muttered. His sympathy didn't sound as convincing as it could have. Whether it was just his gruff disposition, or he took every jumbled Lost story of escape with the grain of salt that an unreliable narrative demands. Symbols held gravity to the psyche, even if it was just the mind trying to assign meaning to something that they couldn't understand.
"Missed a hell of a party," he snorted. At Angel's question he stared without comment until the Wizened got the hint, "Thanks."
There's a pause as he takes his time with the coffee, nodding to the chef, before he finally rolled his eyes back to Kai. "Yeah, lots of work to be done by the Silent Arrow at the Coronation." It was a very generic answer, but he didn't seem bothered by it. He shakes his head at the anecdote on Aello,
"Glad to hear my motley mate was a good host. You know, despite the nonsense."
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Post by Kai Rose on Jan 19, 2021 22:54:29 GMT -8
"Ham, cheese and spinach, if you've got it," she answered in reply to the question about mix-ins. The mention of his sister being taken brought a bit of a mournful look to the Polychromatic's face, and her colors dimmed solemnly. "I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully, she escaped." Probably not. 'Was' meant past tense, and people didn't usually leave the escape out when it came to loved ones. She gave a thumbs up to the question about milk, letting the colorful fellow do his business. He was a fine host thus far. "Thanks for all this. You were... honestly, you might've been better off in your room at Yule. It got... complicated."
Memories flashed of ghostly images, flashes of violent light, and the memory of a young man snatched against his will. She didn't know what she'd seen, but it was close enough to seeing someone be Taken that she never wanted to see it again.
To Roger, she replied, "She was. I'm sorry about your wall. Hopefully a bit of spinning put it back together." She gulped down a bit of coffee, a bit of regret on her face. "I had to. I saw footprints going at the kid, so..."
What was she supposed to do? It wasn't like ghost snatchings were the kind of thing they covered in basic training.
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Post by Angel on Jan 21, 2021 18:34:52 GMT -8
Angel nodded silently as he mixed in the milk into Kai. He finally spoke as he finished gathering the necessary ingredients. “Yeah. Maybe it was better if I was away.” He oiled the pan, cracked the eggs and got to work.
After a short time, it was done. Angel shrugged. Not his best. In his defense, he could have had fresher ingredients. He slid the omelette onto a plate and sent it her way. “Bon appétite.” The Polychromatic Lost as quiet for a moment as he began to clean his utensils, his back to them. “It was, was,” that was the only thing he uttered before settling into silence.
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Post by Roger on Jan 21, 2021 21:22:31 GMT -8
"Arrows, real or not, aren't going to do shit until they truly manifest. You might have even hit something, but that sounded like a hell hole," Roger spat. "Angel seems to have a sixth sense for avoiding bullshit." Watching the other Wizened work as he turned his attention back to the paper,
"What are both of you looking to accomplish in Vegas? You know, after you're out of the mire of paperwork and a steady income. For all my misgivings, Summer's a bit different here, as I'm sure you've already experienced."
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Post by Kai Rose on Jan 26, 2021 19:09:14 GMT -8
"Thanks, man," Kai replied, trying the omelette. As far as she was concerned, it was the best meal she'd had all day, and she got to scarfing. Her eyes rested on the other Polychromatic for a long moment, considering him. Where had he come from? What had he been through? She could remember so little of her experience, the sharp, clean lines only coming through in moments of psychological trauma and disconnection. Did she want to know, really? The other Summer Courtier's life was something she could probe later, not in front of a Sun Banisher. "This is really good. You do personal chef work at all? I know a Spring who'd might be super into that." Ivory totally struck her as the type to want a personal chef.
"Yeah, I got that sense," she replied sheepishly to the point about arrows not doing much. "Still. Had to try, right. Usually, when we get Ghost Nonsense, we're trained to call for a specialist, but I don't usually end up seeing someone get disappeared like that. As for what I'm looking for after this, I figure I'll get a better job, and maybe try to uncover more about who I was. Someone's living my life, and there's a lot of patchiness in my memory," she frowned. "I'll start with making a life, and go from there."
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Post by Angel on Feb 3, 2021 10:22:39 GMT -8
Angel shrugged, “Whatever happens, happens.” As to personal cheffing, “Not adverse to it. Just not experienced. Trial and error.” Few words were good. Less to mess up.
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