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paradisalost2010-12-06 09:01 pm
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[Yo, Paradisa. Who's freakin' hungry?
There's a little sign pinned up to the kitchen door:
FOOD INSIDE - MADE BY A MASTER - COME AND SEE WHAT'S COOKING!
FREE DESSERT FOR THE LADIES!
And inside, there's a whirlwind of motion as one man works the stoves, ovens, and everything else... except the microwave. For the moments he stands still, one can see that he's blond, has strange, swirly eyebrows and a goatee, and is smoking a cigarette in his stylish and functional maroon clothing.
More important to many might be the food, and there's a lot of it, split into three tables for what kind of meal people feel like. On the breakfast table, there are pancakes and waffles galore, omelets both vegetarian and packed with meat, fruits of all sorts. Another has sandwiches and bowls of noodles, joined with chunks of meat and vegetables on bowls of rice or skewered on sticks by themselves. The last table, the one he's thrown most of his pride into, is awash perfectly-grilled with steaks and roasted poultry, and a large, glazed ham dominates the center. Breads of many varieties, both toasted and not, abound at all three tables, along with plenty of butter, honey, and jam.
And, of course, there's the dessert table, with cakes, pies, cookies and pastries of all kinds, but that one's off-limits. OFF. LIMITS. SERIOUSLY. Look at the velvet rope and posts around it, that screams class, doesn't it?
Why did he make this banquet? Because he was bored. Sanji takes a moment to rest and cracks open his journal.]
Oi, who's hungry? Get to the kitchen, I'm not eating this myself.
There's a little sign pinned up to the kitchen door:
FREE DESSERT FOR THE LADIES!
And inside, there's a whirlwind of motion as one man works the stoves, ovens, and everything else... except the microwave. For the moments he stands still, one can see that he's blond, has strange, swirly eyebrows and a goatee, and is smoking a cigarette in his stylish and functional maroon clothing.
More important to many might be the food, and there's a lot of it, split into three tables for what kind of meal people feel like. On the breakfast table, there are pancakes and waffles galore, omelets both vegetarian and packed with meat, fruits of all sorts. Another has sandwiches and bowls of noodles, joined with chunks of meat and vegetables on bowls of rice or skewered on sticks by themselves. The last table, the one he's thrown most of his pride into, is awash perfectly-grilled with steaks and roasted poultry, and a large, glazed ham dominates the center. Breads of many varieties, both toasted and not, abound at all three tables, along with plenty of butter, honey, and jam.
And, of course, there's the dessert table, with cakes, pies, cookies and pastries of all kinds, but that one's off-limits. OFF. LIMITS. SERIOUSLY. Look at the velvet rope and posts around it, that screams class, doesn't it?
Why did he make this banquet? Because he was bored. Sanji takes a moment to rest and cracks open his journal.]
Oi, who's hungry? Get to the kitchen, I'm not eating this myself.
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Look around for big castle. Walk toward. Not hard.
Expedition? [lightin up a new cig] Sounds serious.
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And, sure, if you want to call it 'serious'. Seemed to me like they were just curious as to what was out there.
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Oh. Well, that's a good enough reason, I guess.
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Apparently there's a group out there with metal suits. That, and they aren't too fond of the 'castle residents'. So that makes them versus us at the moment. [ a 'heh' ]
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It's not like people not liking us is a new thing. You think they'll be a real threat, or just sit out there and try and looking scary?
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Their only advantage over us is fighting out in the 'Dead Zone'. I was told no technology or powers work out there.
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[And starting to transfer food from the table he has deadlocked to the new one..........]
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[dick.]
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[ leaving, but swiping a few meat snackies or something from the table on his way out ] I'm going out for a walk.
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[god you are SUCH AN ASS] Try not to get stuck in the forest for a month, marimo.
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