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interstellar55552015-10-07 04:04 pm
giglio_madonna) wrote in interstellar55552015-10-07 04:04 pm
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001 ✽ Be our guest
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.
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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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.
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[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.]
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[Placing a pot up on the stove, she starts to hum.]
For lunch. Which you're invited to, if you'd like to be.
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[He grabs a cup out of the cabinet and drags himself over to the refrigerator. One of the great crimes of the world is that there's not a caffeine delivery system that he finds even somewhat palatable. There's sweet tea in the fridge and while he generally considers that an abomination (even though he could never say that in front of his fans for fear of ruining his career utterly), he's going to have to choke it down if he wants to function today.]
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[She gives a sage nod, spreading more items along the counters to organize everything. Yes, yes, this will do nicely.]
I promise I won't be knocking on your door every day.
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You decided to make a huge meal at the last minute? At 9 in the morning?
[He chugs down some tea and makes a face.]
That's what catering is for.
[Food in general is what catering is for. He was well into elementary school when he learned that food doesn't magically appear on the table at dinner time. He knows better now, of course, but he's never been in a position where he didn't have someone who was paid to keep him fed.]
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Besides, don't you think it's therapeutic?
[Said as she ~casually~ handles an alarmingly large knife on the way out to get a small cart of food to pull in. Don't mind this, it's fine.]
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[He doesn't say "can't," because he does have his pride, after all, and he's fairly certain he could cook something if he absolutely had to. He's just never had to, so he spends his time with more important things.]
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[Pasta, getting ready.]
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That doesn't sound very therapeutic.
[He chokes down another mouthful of tea and coughs.]
And it seems to me that not catching on fire probably shouldn't be your biggest concern.
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[She turns away from the pot still beaming.]
What in particular were you worrying about?
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Yan squints and looks around the room, trying to see if there's some sort of hidden camera or something. This is just the sort of thing that they'd pull on a reality show and even though he didn't sign on for one, he's pretty sure his contract with Virgo obligates him to participate in whatever stunt they end up coming up with.]
Whatever. It doesn't sound very therapeutic, that's all. That's why we pay other people to do it.
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Have you ever tried it?
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[He chugs down the rest of the tea and slams the cup down on the counter and glares at it like it's responsible for him poisoning himself with that sugary crap. At least the suffering is enough to wake him up a little.]
If I wanted to be a chef, I wouldn't be here right now.
[And that's really what it comes down to. He just isn't the kind of person who does the whole "hobby" thing. He took music lessons and ended up in a band. He's interested in history, so he ended up with a degree in it. He's interested in politics, so he plans on running for office once the music thing runs its course. "Fun" is a side effect, never the goal.]
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[Luce gives a small nod and returns to her cooking. A herbal smell is starting to fill the air. It's a considerably better alternative with the things she was describing earlier.]
You're one of those all or nothing sort of people, aren't you?
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[He leans on the counter and watches her cook. He can't deny that it smells good, whatever it is. Breakfast was whatever he could take out of the fridge and shove in his face with a minimum of effort because he didn't feel like dealing with anyone sending food up, something his stomach decides to remind him of. Loudly.]
I get lectured for not partying all night.
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[A laugh bubbles out from her at the admission.]
Wouldn't that be a little strange for a country star to party like a rock star?
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[He shakes his head.]
The day we get a song to record that sounds like it should be in a beer commercial is the day I go solo.
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[Her teasing grin is flashed over to him before she starts chopping up some vegetables.]
That reminds me, some of the food might get done a little earlier than intended. If that happens, would you like some? It would be a shame for food to go to waste.
[A totally nonchalant offer that has nothing at all to do with the way his stomach growled a little earlier.]
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[Like it's some favor he's doing her.
He leaves her to her own devices for a second to go retrieve his phone from the living room. It's pretty much an extension of his arm unless he's on stage, so it's actually a miracle he's gone without it for this long. Once he has it, he comes back so he can lean on the counter and supervise the cooking while simultaneously checking his messages. Not that it's really been long enough for him to miss anything, but he has to be sure.]
I'd rather go solo, honestly. It works better for the genre, but that's not what the label wants.
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Oh, really? I suppose there's some sense to it... Still, there are plenty of solo artists who've made it big in a band and used that fame to help fuel their own career, right?
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[Considering there are supposed to be five of them and they can't seem to stay above three.]
If they don't have what it takes in this business, there's only so much I can do for them. I'm not here to hold their hand through it.
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Well, I won't argue with you there. This business can be vicious. If you don't know what you're getting into, it can be overwhelming.
[Fortunately, Luce can't say she's been having a problem with it herself, and her band seems to be just as steady as anything even with the presence of three teenagers. Luck plays a role too in things like this.]