001 ✽ Be our guest

[giglio_madonna]

Who: Luce, and the many fellow Virgos
What: In which the hired chefs weren't warned about the Tiny God, kitchens are borrowed, and there's an open lunch.
When: Backdated to Oct 4, from morning to noon
Where: Around Virgo HQ, and eventually the FoB penthouse
Warnings: None.

About and Around: Virgo HQ. 9 am

You'd think celebrities would get to sleep in, but nope. Someone is knocking at your penthouse door and whoever gets the honor of opening it will get to see Luce standing there smiling.

"I know this is rather sudden, but would it be alright if I used your penthouse's kitchen?"

Yep, that's sure a question.

Flowers Over Bones Penthouse. Anytime before noon.

For those who are curious just as to what is going on, they're more than welcome to drop by the penthouse where Luce's band is staying. They'll generally find, at the kitchen table, someone clearly recognizable as a hired Virgo chef sitting there with her hand in her hands. She seems a bit... shell shocked. Sitting nearby is FoB's manager, Angel Ramsey, looking like she's given up on all of life's goodness as she does work on a laptop balanced on her knees.

If the timing is right or you wait around long enough, Luce comes bustling back in straight towards the kitchen to check on any number of things that seem to be baking, broiling, cooking, steaming... It's a very full kitchen. (If you've let her borrow yours, undoubtedly you know the scene now.) Feel free to talk to her even while she's so busy.

Flowers Over Bones Penthouse. Lunchtime.

Have you let Luce use your kitchen? Were you at any point even just idly bumped into while she was making her way around HQ? You've now been invited to have lunch with her band.

All the food from the other kitchens has been carted up to the penthouse, the chef having recovered enough to lead that endeavor, and now there is an unprecedented amount of food taking up whatever available space there is. There's soup, pasta, meatballs, salad, and so much bread. The fact that there's so much is probably proof of magic.

Furthering the idea that she's likely powered by witchcraft and the tears of angels, Luce bustles around as she gets her own lunch. "Don't worry, just dig in! Waste not, want not. And Angel, I've seen our schedule for this week..."

Once things have settled down, Luce can be found sitting outside enjoying the beautiful ocean view. She seems to be scribbling words down onto a set of three papers while eating her lunch. The titles seem to be Mare, Vongola, and Arcobaleno. Every now and then, she nibbles on something thoughtfully and just stares down. An artist's work is never done.

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Lunchtime

[sponsorigami]

[ Ivan tries his best to sleep in as long as he could, nestled underneath all the covers and pillows on his bed. If left unchecked, Ivan will sleep through breakfast. (Oh well, more for other members of the band?) If someone wakes him, he'll be up and mulling about and possibly bumping into every piece of furniture as he explores. (Who put that coffee table there? Ow.)

As lunch rolls by, Ivan dutifully starts brewing some tea for the band and any guests. He'll brew green tea and black tea (for those who want to ruin their tea put sugar and cream in). ]

Here's your tea.

[giglio_madonna]

Hm-?

[Luce snaps out of the headspace she's been in just staring down at numerous messed with lyrics, removing the pen from her lips, before she eases up into a smile again as she reaches out for the cup.]

Thank you, Ivan. Just what I needed.

[sponsorigami]

You're welcome.

[ He takes a seat next to her with his own cup in his hands and looks over at the papers with various lines written all over it. ]

Are you stuck on some lyrics?

[giglio_madonna]

Hmmm, just a little bit. But I'm sure they'll come to me.

[Setting down her pen, she takes a sip of her tea.]

You can't rush these things.

[sponsorigami]

I wouldn't know, though I have wondered about writing a song and singing it.

[ Someday, he would like to lead a song, not just have a solo part, but be the focus. Ms. Ramsay told him that the current public wouldn't go for a shamisen main, even for a song. It would be "that bad song" of the album. Ivan let it drop, not wanting to seem like he was stepping out of line and incurring her wrath.

Would things be better now after a successful tour? Would his music reach? ]

[giglio_madonna]

You should give it a shot!

[As always, in direct contrast to Angel's pragmatism, Luce is forever encouraging with a bright smile.]

Have you had any thought to the subject of it, or some verses?

[sponsorigami]

I should?

[ He puts a hand to his chin and thinks, but right now nothing comes to him. He falls back on something far too obvious and almost impersonal despite why he thinks of it. ]

I guess it should be something about shadows and flowers.

Lunchtime

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta had been bumped into while he was coming up from the gym and now he's here. He's worked up an appetite and is happily eating. Perhaps not as much as Tiny God, but the amount that a typical athletic, teenage boy his size does. Which is to say a lot.]

Wow, I had no idea someone could eat that much.

[he says as he devours his pasta in five bites.]

Is that onion gratin soup?

[and competly forgoing manners he reaches for it]

[giglio_madonna]

[It just means he's a healthily growing boy, right?]

[Luce gives a chuckle from where she's seated.]

That's right. I was hoping someone would like some, but I wasn't sure.

[yellowcopycat]

[Most men don't stop growing until their early twenties, so yeah, still growing.]

It's my favorite!

[He happily slurps some down] Delicious!

[giglio_madonna]

Glad to hear it. Make sure to leave a little something for the others, alright?

Of course, it's all yours if by the end, no one else has had any. You can keep it for leftovers~.

[yellowcopycat]

[He nods as he helps himself to seconds.]

Thanks for having us over, Luce.

[giglio_madonna]

Oh, it's nothing. I thought since I was making so much food for Pao-Lin anyway, I might as well invite some friends over as well.

As long as I get my work done, there's no harm in having company.

9 AM, geez, Luce...

[goateeocracy]

[Yan can be an early riser if he has to be, but it's not really his first choice in life. He's at least awake when someone starts knocking on the door, but barely so. He kind of has to drag himself over and fumble with the door to get it open. Then he's stuck blinking blearily down at Luce as she asks her question.]

What.

[He's not even alert enough to stick a question mark on that. He's not even dressed for company, considering he's still wearing the T-shirt and sweatpants he wore to bed. His hair is sticking out in every direction possible, too, and since he hasn't shaved, it looks like his goatee is sending out feelers for a migration up his face.]

Why?

[Oh, there's the question mark.]

listen do you know how much food is being made here

[giglio_madonna]

[Just a ~sparkling~ smile.]

Ours isn't big enough. Of course, you're more than welcome to reap the rewards at lunch.

[goateeocracy]

[He steps out of the way so she can get into the room, still staring at her like he's not quite sure what the hell is going on here. Once she's in, he shuts the door behind her and locks it. You know, just in case more people show up asking strange questions when he's not awake enough to answer them.]

Isn't yours the same size?

[He feels like he's two steps behind in this conversation and he hates that.]

[giglio_madonna]

[~smile smile smile~]

Oh, yes, it is. They're very into order here, aren't they?

[Now don't mind her as she gets acquainted with your kitchen. It's as she figures out where all the utensils are that she's mentions over her shoulder-]

I've already filled it up.

[goateeocracy]

Filled it up?

[Yan stands at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at her as she bustles around. They haven't been back to the apartment for long, so there hasn't been much time for anything to get moved from where the cleaning staff decided it should be to where it usually gets tossed. Honestly, he doesn't know where most things in the kitchen even are. He can't cook and he really has no interest in learning how, so the kitchen is really only of use to him if there's something in the fridge he wants.]

With what?

[He kind of wonders if he should tell her not to touch their stuff, but it's not really "his" kitchen and he's not really awake enough for decision making.]

[giglio_madonna]

Food, of course.

[Placing a pot up on the stove, she starts to hum.]

For lunch. Which you're invited to, if you'd like to be.

Around 10

[faithfulflame]

[Rei is not a morning person. Rei will never in any universe ever be a morning person. And she's been so frazzled lately with...daydreams...and songwriting that it's hard to get any sleep. Which is why when she does stumble out of bed with the worst case of bedhead you can imagine (seriously look at that hair) and wanders in looking for coffee? She barely notices Angel beyond a cursory nod.

The dark skinned woman's only acknowledgement of Rei's presence is a return nod, and a soulful smile. That was generally the extent of their interactions, with Rei simply doing as asked and Angel having no problems with Rei's work ethic and demeanor. It was probably why she was the one handling the young violinist.

Now, when Luce bustles back in, Rei starts, practically jumping like a scalded cat at the sight...and the coffee-induced break in the haze.]

Luce?! What on earth is going on? Why...are there nine pots boiling?

[giglio_madonna]

Good morning, sleepy head.

[Just a radiant smile like the kitchen isn't in a state of highly organized chaos.]

Oh, I'm just preparing lunch. Everything should be ready by noon.

[faithfulflame]

...Lunch?

[She looks at the culinary carnage...]

For who? The entire city?

[giglio_madonna]

Pao-Lin. Oh, and some people I thought I could invite over, just to be friendly.

[And because she was using their kitchen.]

[faithfulflame]

...how many people...?

[There's a look of stark worry on her face. Does she need to zoom to the shower?]

[giglio_madonna]

Oh, just a few here and there.

[Now how reliable is 'just a few'...]