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middaeg2019-10-08 06:33 pm
cyclopticsadist) wrote in middaeg2019-10-08 06:33 pm
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Come get y'all Goose.
Who: Niles, Entrapta, and anybody else!
When: Oct 1-12
Where: Refugee district/outside the city
What: Killing Cooking and Serving Geese
Warnings: None as of yet.
Hunting
i) Open
[Niles was not normally an early riser, but several mornings a week this month he can be found up and about in the hour or so before dawn. Bow in hand, quiver fully stocked, and pulling a small cart behind him he heads outside the city walls to hunt. With a bounty set on goose feathers, and a whole mess of new residents to feed in the refugee sector, Niles saw an excellent opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, or rather, solve two problems with one dead bird. Care to try and tag along?]
ii) Open
[Hunting is a calming, almost meditative activity for him, especially when aided by his new feline senses. Tracking game has never felt so intuitive, so natural, although he finds himself unconsciously sneaking much closer than he needs to get a clear shot. One of these times he might forget about his bow entirely and wind up pouncing claws and teeth first onto an unsuspecting bird. As such, sneaking up on him or startling him is ill advised. Better announce your presence first if you want to approach him mid-hunt.]
iii) Open
[By midmorning he's finished, some days with a full cart, others with less impressive hauls. Either way he's stopped at the entrance to the city proper and has to wait for city officials to thoroughly inspect each and every bird he's shot for signs of infection. Logically, Niles knows this is reasonable. The Cwyld is serious business and with quarantine procedures too much is better than too little. Emotionally however, he's grumpy, tired, and doesn't like standing around impotently while others pour over his work and discard some of his hard earned catches. So he passes this time by plucking any of the approved birds until the inspectors are satisfied. Feel like giving him a hand?]
Head Chef
i) Closed to Entrapta
[Niles grew up in the slums, and while the refugee section of town wasn't quite as derelict, it was far from comfortable lodgings. He's not skilled with a hammer, has no experience with building, and all of his skills in companionship and entertaining are far from kid friendly. His expertise at thievery, subterfuge, stalking, and assassination were also not very helpful for the work that needed doing. But the monsters rescued from Dorcharcht still needed their help, and Niles had more sympathy for them than just about anyone else he'd ever met. The sudden and overwhelmingly positive upheaval of their lives was familiar to him. Being yanked from desolate circumstances into relative luxury was its own kind of challenge and came with a unique set of growing pains and he'd be damned if he was going to let them face that alone. The least he could do was make sure they faced each day with a full belly, just as Leo had done for him.
So just outside of the bustle of construction and renovation Niles has set up several long tables. He's got a large stew pot on one, a few partially butchered goose carcasses next to it, an assortment of knives and pans and other donated equipment scattered about in a haphazard sprawl. This is where he brings Entrapta now, gesturing at the space he's claimed for his kitchen.]
An oven would be great, but mostly I need stoves. Stew is always the best choice for serving large crowds, but that takes time, and until then I'll want to be at least searing some meat and serving it along with bread and whatever other donated goods we can get our hands on.
[He looks to her expectantly, waiting for direction, his eye darting over the mound of parts and pieces she'd brought with her.]
ii) Open
[Pop-up kitchen now fully functional and stew pot simmering away behind him, Niles spends the remainder of the day chopping, peeling, frying, salting, slicing, seasoning, and serving whatever donated food he can get his hands on to hungry refugees and workers. Niles isn't exactly a culinary genius, but he's practiced at taking humble ingredients and making the most of them. His food is filling, flavorful, and satisfying, but don't take more than your fair share. His supplies are tight, and he's keeping a watchful eye over portion sizes, trying to make sure there's enough to go around.]
((OOC: Head Chef ii) is more exposition than anything else, feel free to tag in requesting a specific order, returning empty dishes, complimenting or critiquing his food, volunteering to help, whatever floats your boat.))
When: Oct 1-12
Where: Refugee district/outside the city
What: Killing Cooking and Serving Geese
Warnings: None as of yet.
Hunting
i) Open
[Niles was not normally an early riser, but several mornings a week this month he can be found up and about in the hour or so before dawn. Bow in hand, quiver fully stocked, and pulling a small cart behind him he heads outside the city walls to hunt. With a bounty set on goose feathers, and a whole mess of new residents to feed in the refugee sector, Niles saw an excellent opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, or rather, solve two problems with one dead bird. Care to try and tag along?]
ii) Open
[Hunting is a calming, almost meditative activity for him, especially when aided by his new feline senses. Tracking game has never felt so intuitive, so natural, although he finds himself unconsciously sneaking much closer than he needs to get a clear shot. One of these times he might forget about his bow entirely and wind up pouncing claws and teeth first onto an unsuspecting bird. As such, sneaking up on him or startling him is ill advised. Better announce your presence first if you want to approach him mid-hunt.]
iii) Open
[By midmorning he's finished, some days with a full cart, others with less impressive hauls. Either way he's stopped at the entrance to the city proper and has to wait for city officials to thoroughly inspect each and every bird he's shot for signs of infection. Logically, Niles knows this is reasonable. The Cwyld is serious business and with quarantine procedures too much is better than too little. Emotionally however, he's grumpy, tired, and doesn't like standing around impotently while others pour over his work and discard some of his hard earned catches. So he passes this time by plucking any of the approved birds until the inspectors are satisfied. Feel like giving him a hand?]
Head Chef
i) Closed to Entrapta
[Niles grew up in the slums, and while the refugee section of town wasn't quite as derelict, it was far from comfortable lodgings. He's not skilled with a hammer, has no experience with building, and all of his skills in companionship and entertaining are far from kid friendly. His expertise at thievery, subterfuge, stalking, and assassination were also not very helpful for the work that needed doing. But the monsters rescued from Dorcharcht still needed their help, and Niles had more sympathy for them than just about anyone else he'd ever met. The sudden and overwhelmingly positive upheaval of their lives was familiar to him. Being yanked from desolate circumstances into relative luxury was its own kind of challenge and came with a unique set of growing pains and he'd be damned if he was going to let them face that alone. The least he could do was make sure they faced each day with a full belly, just as Leo had done for him.
So just outside of the bustle of construction and renovation Niles has set up several long tables. He's got a large stew pot on one, a few partially butchered goose carcasses next to it, an assortment of knives and pans and other donated equipment scattered about in a haphazard sprawl. This is where he brings Entrapta now, gesturing at the space he's claimed for his kitchen.]
An oven would be great, but mostly I need stoves. Stew is always the best choice for serving large crowds, but that takes time, and until then I'll want to be at least searing some meat and serving it along with bread and whatever other donated goods we can get our hands on.
[He looks to her expectantly, waiting for direction, his eye darting over the mound of parts and pieces she'd brought with her.]
ii) Open
[Pop-up kitchen now fully functional and stew pot simmering away behind him, Niles spends the remainder of the day chopping, peeling, frying, salting, slicing, seasoning, and serving whatever donated food he can get his hands on to hungry refugees and workers. Niles isn't exactly a culinary genius, but he's practiced at taking humble ingredients and making the most of them. His food is filling, flavorful, and satisfying, but don't take more than your fair share. His supplies are tight, and he's keeping a watchful eye over portion sizes, trying to make sure there's enough to go around.]
((OOC: Head Chef ii) is more exposition than anything else, feel free to tag in requesting a specific order, returning empty dishes, complimenting or critiquing his food, volunteering to help, whatever floats your boat.))
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I would be happy too. [She steps over to the stew and inhales the thick heady scent of the broth. It doesn't appear to be thick enough so she dips the large spoon in it and carefully stirs.] It looks like it needs a few more minutes to thicken. Unless you haven't added a thickening agent yet.
[Justine doesn't know where in the cooking process he is but after giving her opinion she steps over to the sink to wash her hands. With a flick of her wrist she summons the vegetables to her side using the domestic magic she's perfected while living in an entirely magical house hold. She then sets to washing and artfully cutting the vegetables. It isn't difficult but she feels good now that she's helping.]
Have you been cooking for long?
[She asks in a conversational tone.]
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When I started we didn't have much. [Honestly it works as a response to both questions, but at the moment he's talking about the present state of the stew.] There's a box of newly donated ingredients I haven't yet sorted through, perhaps there's corn starch there. [He gestures over towards the end of the table, where an unopened box sits off to the side. There's a long pause before he continues. Maybe he's just focusing on his current task, maybe it's an unintentionally difficult question for him to answer.]
Only a few years really.
[He decides not to count the years he spent grilling rats over back alley trash fires. She probably was more interested in his experiences inside a real kitchen.]
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She has identified herself as a witch but if Niles knew how long she'd been in the city; it'd be obvious anyway.]
I can look or see if I can conjure something. I admit, my conjuring skills aren't as good as they could be. [It isn't a discipline she's put a lot of study into. The only thing she can technically conjure is water and the way she does it is closer to evocation, pulling it from the air.]
There is something calming about cooking.
[She looks up at him with a warm smile.]
Don't you think?
[Justine looks back down and gracefully slices the next vegetable before sliding the cut pieces onto a plate for Niles to use.] My name is Justine by the way.
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As long as whatever you summon isn't poisonous, I'll take it.
[At her question he shrugs. Cooking was just...necessary. There was certainly a satisfaction after the meal, either for himself or the ones, (well really, one), he cared about. But the process itself? It was just tasks.]
I'm Niles. [A pause. A moment of consideration. An added after thought.] I appreciate the help.
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Of course, I taught my friend Connor to cook. He doesn't eat so it was... interesting. [Interesting is a nice way to say difficult since Connor can't do things 'to taste' the way that a non-computer might.] Or fun. It was fun for me. I like cooking when I can but lately, I don't have that many people to cook for.
[When she's finished cutting she moves to an empty space on the counter and focuses on her spells. It's difficult but she manages to form a loaf of bread, some milk and some potatoes. When she's done her breath is a little heavy, her shoulders falling wearily. Nothing is poisoned but it is an unpracticed spell and took a lot out of her as well as a decent chunk of time.]