[heading into the restaurant...they find it's packed with people at tables. the loud chatter and camaraderie of a peaceful world echos around the room. the smell is more powerful here, spicy and sweet and smoky. the tables are scattered around, small burners on the tabletop and grilling meats and bubbling dishes across the room.
the kitchen is in the back, and there's a bar in front of it for seating along with a wall of booze.
when's the last time you've eaten, again...? you can pick a table if you'd like. or you can look around.]
[lup is actually starving, and - a mess? like, all three of them are bleeding i think so this is very funny. she wanders in after joonghyuk, watching as people eat, and then:]
Can we grab something to go? Just uh, real fast. And then we can go back to the torture gauntlet. [she says, a little woozily.]
[ adrenaline and trauma keeps the hunger at bay, but shinobu nods cautiously. (what if the food is poisoned, though?) they should eat before they get beat up again (physically or emotionally). ]
That's fine.
[ she looks at the kitchen... she said it was fine, but she's inching towards the kitchen anyway. the food smells almost too good. ]
[ Can he order for Lup? He’ll order something easy to eat on the go but also filling (not food coma filling), but instead of… Taking a seat, he also wants to go to the kitchen.
To make sure it isn’t poison, not that he’s hungry, even if everyone inside this restaurant is eating. Hm. ]
[well. you can order food for lup! it will probably be tasty, but you don't exactly have a way of knowing. as shinobu and joonghyuk both start to make their way toward the kitchen, a piece of the bar counter flips open to usher them inside.
the smell seemingly hypnotizes them, allowing for all three of them to begin moving into the kitchen inch by inch.
inside the kitchen, they will find that there are pots, pans, plates and cutlery moving all on their own. the kitchen itself is stockpiled with fresh ingredients, and as soon as they enter the door snaps shut. three snazzy aprons and chef's hats drop onto them, and they'll hear the commotion out in the restaurant grow in tenfold. the lights flicker overhead, and soon the wall separating the kitchen and the bar falls away as all of the cooking supplies stop moving.
the restaurant is empty save for a few patrons. the lights are dimmed, and seated at the bar is a figure. they lift their hand in a wave, and soon a small screen drops down from the ceiling of the kitchen with an order spelled out.]
[noooo... her food. she makes the saddest face in the universe as she's not allowed to have food, and then just stands in the middle of the kitchen and looks down at her apron. concerning!]
... Really? What, we're line cooks now? [she says, exasperated. at least the food being taken from her has given her the energy to be a smartass.] Okay, uh. Are we... doing this?
[ Ty like I’m not sure who this is and picks a slutty man in mythology. He closes his eyes, extremely annoyed and very much wanting to just stab this man, but…
He reaches for some tools. ]
Don’t fall for his wiles.
[ Smelly. ]
We’re going to make a pastry. If you don’t know how to bake, I’ll instruct.
[ You guys can watch him prepare things with his sword though like it’s a kitchen knife. He’ll give out orders, just simple measurements and mixing stuff… ]
[yeah. time to cook for the slut. dionysus leans on the bar, a hand propping up their head as they watch the three of them closely.
the moment the three of them decide to proceed, and begin joonghyuk can even give out the first order, the kitchen comes to life again. the counters, and the ingredients on them, begin to move like conveyer belts. the pots and pans begin clanging, and every now and then they slip right out of their grips. black sludge-like textures begin to ooze through cracks in the ceiling, and as they land they start to form these big boys that begin to gobble up everything in sight. they rush through the kitchen, attempting to steal food and knocking the trio off-course.
lup also hates these things. to her credit maybe she attempts to help cook, following yjh's instructions, but then the sludge creatures start coming in, and she's so sick of everything in the world that she just doesn't even hesitate, this is like. the end of her rope. she cannot stand people fucking up the kitchen? she's lost her marbles. can she summon the fucking dragons to eat the big boys? because she's had Enough.]
Anyway, Joonghyuk was going to stab one with his sword and maybe flambé another, but LUP IS SUMMONING DRAGONS? He’s also going to get out of the way. ]
so now there are two full-sized dragons inside the kitchen.
and they begin chasing after the big globby boys. the problem is that dragons are huge, and it means that while shinobu is able to get out of the way just enough, possibly slipping on some of the leftover goop as her lightning bolt nails some of the monsters. lup and joonghyuk, however, are not so lucky. the dragons run, stomping and tailwhipping around. lup goes flying across the kitchen, right into a wall with a hard thud that will leave her bruised with the wind knocked out of her. joonghyuk moves, but not fast enough as dragon claws rake over his side as he moves.
dionysus is unimpressed, impatiently waiting for their food but watching with keen interest to see how this plays out. the dragons blow out a bit of fire, and a goblet of wine is tossed in to add to the flames. a little motivation, if you will.]
well, she's just down here on the floor now. she was bleeding and also burned a whole lot so getting slammed against a wall sort of just puts her out of commission for a hot second. hhghhgh.
... in the interest of time, though, she will try to keep cooking, once she's pulled herself back up from her concussion daze. it's fine. the dragons are playing interference.]
[ Well… Getting claws dug into him isn’t unfamiliar, but it hurts and his wordy blood gets onto the kitchen counters. Rather than be pissed that he got attacked by Lup’s dragons (he saw her pay for it), he’s mad that they got BLOOD ALL OVER KITCHEN.
It’s those blob boys’ fault. ]
Lup Lastname, take a potion if you need to. [ He… Will sip just so that he isn’t actively bleeding, then he returns to baking. ] I’m fine, but…
[ Can they make a puffed pastry filled with custard in these conditions. ]
If this fails, we can try to feed him sweet and light stories.
yes? they can? like listen you still have actual dragons and blob boys and moving ingredients everywhere. you might want to find a way to get rid of a few things and work around them to keep going with your cooking.
[she wheezes a bit. her full name gets a hysterical little giggle out of her, but okay. she will sip her potion just enough to make her be able to like. stand. and then she'll try to... put out... the fires. with a water spell, but like, carefully.
the dragons can take care of the blobs while she gently puts out fires.]
[ yjh likes to be in control too much. has anyone told him that? and that it's a problem?
anyway, she can't take the blobs taking all the things, so she's going to strike them all with her sword as much as she can, weaving around dragon fire when and where she can. ]
He watches them handle it and assesses that they should be fine. Lup is long-ranged and Shinobu is small and nimble enough to dodge the dragons. Ready to watch him be wrong as he layers his pastry and pops it into the oven.
Custard doesn’t take long. He should be able to assemble very soon? And putting it into a piping bag.
He is working very fast. For time sake, I’ll say he should finish after the girls get smacked a little and presents it to Dionysus, begrudgingly. ]
[the girls are on blob duty, and the dragons are still trying to catch a target to take back to their love nest. joonghyuk makes the pastry and soon presents it to dionysus who delicately takes a bite from it.
they seem begrudgingly satisfied. no killing today. they take the rest of the pastry to go, and the dragons...see movement.
the dragons see movement, and soon they zip out of the kitchen and cause the entire wall to crumble further. debris falls, chunks of brick and mortar falling and possibly clocking all of them. the kitchen's a dusty, bloody mess...
...and a kitchen timer dings.
suddenly, everything seems to move in reverse. there are no more blobs and dragons, there are no fires, there are no squished ingredients or bruises...and for lup and shinobu, there are no memories of the last several minutes of chaos, and there are no longer any injuries from that event.
inside the kitchen, they will find that there are pots, pans, plates and cutlery moving all on their own. the kitchen itself is stockpiled with fresh ingredients, and as soon as they enter the door snaps shut. three snazzy aprons and chef's hats drop onto them, and they'll hear the commotion out in the restaurant grow in tenfold. the lights flicker overhead, and soon the wall separating the kitchen and the bar falls away as all of the cooking supplies stop moving.
the restaurant is empty save for a few patrons. the lights are dimmed, and seated at the bar is a figure. the restaurant seems a little worse for wear though. the wall between the bar and the kitchen is broken and crumbling to pieces. the tables are dirty, piled with a few dishes and dust. outside, more of the lights are dimmed and the streets are a little quieter.
jason lifts his hand in a wave, and soon a small screen drops down from the ceiling of the kitchen with an order spelled out.]
lup staggers, slightly, blinking up at the ceiling? she frowns a little, and then:]
Hhhghh. I wanted to eat. [she grouches, leaning on her staff. she does, however, pause, when she sees jason, and her ear flicks. she opens her mouth - and then closes it, and glances at her companions. anyway.] What, we're line cooks?
[... she's less reluctant this time, though. even if she doesn't remember the chaos.] I guess I can help with something. Curry, maybe?
[ While the turning back time where things are reverted back including injuries (he is checking where the dragons clawed him) with some small changes isn’t too weird, he doesn’t process immediately that he’s the only one that remembers. Usually, he has to die.
He leers at Jason. ]
A curry is fine.
[ It may not be actual Jason, but he starts selecting the hottest peppers possible. Die. ]
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… No, it’s not.
[ He crosses his arms and thinks on it. ]
The aroma—it was strong enough that we noticed it while falling. [ Which should be? A sign? He isn’t sure. ] We can go in.
[ He leads, cautiously, cause he only knows danger from his world. Peace is temporary. ]
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the kitchen is in the back, and there's a bar in front of it for seating along with a wall of booze.
when's the last time you've eaten, again...? you can pick a table if you'd like. or you can look around.]
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Can we grab something to go? Just uh, real fast. And then we can go back to the torture gauntlet. [she says, a little woozily.]
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That's fine.
[ she looks at the kitchen... she said it was fine, but she's inching towards the kitchen anyway. the food smells almost too good. ]
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[ Can he order for Lup? He’ll order something easy to eat on the go but also filling (not food coma filling), but instead of… Taking a seat, he also wants to go to the kitchen.
To make sure it isn’t poison, not that he’s hungry, even if everyone inside this restaurant is eating. Hm. ]
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the smell seemingly hypnotizes them, allowing for all three of them to begin moving into the kitchen inch by inch.
inside the kitchen, they will find that there are pots, pans, plates and cutlery moving all on their own. the kitchen itself is stockpiled with fresh ingredients, and as soon as they enter the door snaps shut. three snazzy aprons and chef's hats drop onto them, and they'll hear the commotion out in the restaurant grow in tenfold. the lights flicker overhead, and soon the wall separating the kitchen and the bar falls away as all of the cooking supplies stop moving.
the restaurant is empty save for a few patrons. the lights are dimmed, and seated at the bar is a figure. they lift their hand in a wave, and soon a small screen drops down from the ceiling of the kitchen with an order spelled out.]
Something sweet and light.
[...hm.
what will you do?]
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... Really? What, we're line cooks now? [she says, exasperated. at least the food being taken from her has given her the energy to be a smartass.] Okay, uh. Are we... doing this?
[looks at joonghyuk to like, follow his lead...]
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she looks at their customer(?) before turning to joonghyuk. ]
He looks like a bad idea.
[ she has no idea if she's right, but that looks like an asshole to her. ]
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He reaches for some tools. ]
Don’t fall for his wiles.
[ Smelly. ]
We’re going to make a pastry. If you don’t know how to bake, I’ll instruct.
[ You guys can watch him prepare things with his sword though like it’s a kitchen knife. He’ll give out orders, just simple measurements and mixing stuff… ]
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the moment the three of them decide to proceed, and begin joonghyuk can even give out the first order, the kitchen comes to life again. the counters, and the ingredients on them, begin to move like conveyer belts. the pots and pans begin clanging, and every now and then they slip right out of their grips. black sludge-like textures begin to ooze through cracks in the ceiling, and as they land they start to form these big boys that begin to gobble up everything in sight. they rush through the kitchen, attempting to steal food and knocking the trio off-course.
well that's mildly annoying, isn't it?]
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lup also hates these things. to her credit maybe she attempts to help cook, following yjh's instructions, but then the sludge creatures start coming in, and she's so sick of everything in the world that she just doesn't even hesitate, this is like. the end of her rope. she cannot stand people fucking up the kitchen? she's lost her marbles. can she summon the fucking dragons to eat the big boys? because she's had Enough.]
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[ i'm
shinobu is a good cook and can bake well, but she is unfamiliar with western sweets. she can follow directions well and is a quick learner, at least.
when those things appear, i was going to say this is what her lightning is for, but
if there are dragons, she's just going to get out of way of the dragons.
help. ]
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Anyway, Joonghyuk was going to stab one with his sword and maybe flambé another, but LUP IS SUMMONING DRAGONS? He’s also going to get out of the way. ]
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so now there are two full-sized dragons inside the kitchen.
and they begin chasing after the big globby boys. the problem is that dragons are huge, and it means that while shinobu is able to get out of the way just enough, possibly slipping on some of the leftover goop as her lightning bolt nails some of the monsters. lup and joonghyuk, however, are not so lucky. the dragons run, stomping and tailwhipping around. lup goes flying across the kitchen, right into a wall with a hard thud that will leave her bruised with the wind knocked out of her. joonghyuk moves, but not fast enough as dragon claws rake over his side as he moves.
dionysus is unimpressed, impatiently waiting for their food but watching with keen interest to see how this plays out. the dragons blow out a bit of fire, and a goblet of wine is tossed in to add to the flames. a little motivation, if you will.]
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well, she's just down here on the floor now. she was bleeding and also burned a whole lot so getting slammed against a wall sort of just puts her out of commission for a hot second. hhghhgh.
... in the interest of time, though, she will try to keep cooking, once she's pulled herself back up from her concussion daze. it's fine. the dragons are playing interference.]
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she wants to throw something at the slut but refrains because... she doesn't want to mess up joonghyuk's scenario. ugh. ]
Are you both alright?
[ bleeding all over the kitchen can't be sanitary. ]
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It’s those blob boys’ fault. ]
Lup Lastname, take a potion if you need to. [ He… Will sip just so that he isn’t actively bleeding, then he returns to baking. ] I’m fine, but…
[ Can they make a puffed pastry filled with custard in these conditions. ]
If this fails, we can try to feed him sweet and light stories.
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yes? they can? like listen you still have actual dragons and blob boys and moving ingredients everywhere. you might want to find a way to get rid of a few things and work around them to keep going with your cooking.
a lil sippy does help him stop bleeding though.]
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[she wheezes a bit. her full name gets a hysterical little giggle out of her, but okay. she will sip her potion just enough to make her be able to like. stand. and then she'll try to... put out... the fires. with a water spell, but like, carefully.
the dragons can take care of the blobs while she gently puts out fires.]
Just - get the pastries, I can babysit.
[ghghhhh.]
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anyway, she can't take the blobs taking all the things, so she's going to strike them all with her sword as much as she can, weaving around dragon fire when and where she can. ]
Let's finish this so we can leave.
[ she's tired of food service for a slutty god. ]
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He watches them handle it and assesses that they should be fine. Lup is long-ranged and Shinobu is small and nimble enough to dodge the dragons. Ready to watch him be wrong as he layers his pastry and pops it into the oven.
Custard doesn’t take long. He should be able to assemble very soon? And putting it into a piping bag.
He is working very fast. For time sake, I’ll say he should finish after the girls get smacked a little and presents it to Dionysus, begrudgingly. ]
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they seem begrudgingly satisfied. no killing today. they take the rest of the pastry to go, and the dragons...see movement.
the dragons see movement, and soon they zip out of the kitchen and cause the entire wall to crumble further. debris falls, chunks of brick and mortar falling and possibly clocking all of them. the kitchen's a dusty, bloody mess...
...and a kitchen timer dings.
suddenly, everything seems to move in reverse. there are no more blobs and dragons, there are no fires, there are no squished ingredients or bruises...and for lup and shinobu, there are no memories of the last several minutes of chaos, and there are no longer any injuries from that event.
inside the kitchen, they will find that there are pots, pans, plates and cutlery moving all on their own. the kitchen itself is stockpiled with fresh ingredients, and as soon as they enter the door snaps shut. three snazzy aprons and chef's hats drop onto them, and they'll hear the commotion out in the restaurant grow in tenfold. the lights flicker overhead, and soon the wall separating the kitchen and the bar falls away as all of the cooking supplies stop moving.
the restaurant is empty save for a few patrons. the lights are dimmed, and seated at the bar is a figure. the restaurant seems a little worse for wear though. the wall between the bar and the kitchen is broken and crumbling to pieces. the tables are dirty, piled with a few dishes and dust. outside, more of the lights are dimmed and the streets are a little quieter.
jason lifts his hand in a wave, and soon a small screen drops down from the ceiling of the kitchen with an order spelled out.]
Bring the heat and give me some spice.
[what will you do?]
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lup staggers, slightly, blinking up at the ceiling? she frowns a little, and then:]
Hhhghh. I wanted to eat. [she grouches, leaning on her staff. she does, however, pause, when she sees jason, and her ear flicks. she opens her mouth - and then closes it, and glances at her companions. anyway.] What, we're line cooks?
[... she's less reluctant this time, though. even if she doesn't remember the chaos.] I guess I can help with something. Curry, maybe?
[she looks between shinobu and yjh, tiredly.]
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she blinks at the aprons, frowning at them (again). she looks over at jason, frown intensifying.
of course someone from the hotel would show up here. ]
I can make curry.
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[ While the turning back time where things are reverted back including injuries (he is checking where the dragons clawed him) with some small changes isn’t too weird, he doesn’t process immediately that he’s the only one that remembers. Usually, he has to die.
He leers at Jason. ]
A curry is fine.
[ It may not be actual Jason, but he starts selecting the hottest peppers possible. Die. ]
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