001 - [Video/Action] - Introduction

[catchin_light]

[The video feed turns on to a rather portly man in an apron.  He's in the Academy's spacious kitchen, rummaging through cupboards, taking stock of his supplies.  He surveys, shakes his head, and started pulling everything from the cupboards.  You can hear him muttering to himself as he works.]

An' who was the last lazy whelp ta work in here?  Look

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[video]

[fearthefool]

Consider yourself respected, Mr. Silver, but you've got big shoes to fill. Our last famous cook, Miss Tiana whose last name is on the tip of my tongue, I swear regularly doled out free gumbo to whoever was hungry enough to ask. Are you equal to the task?

[catchin_light]

I'll always have a' big pot o' stew simmerin' nearby, o'course.

Now who're you?

[fearthefool]

I am Clopin Trouillefou, King of the Truands, successor to the Grand Coesre, Supreme Ruler of the Kingdom of Argot and the Professor of Theatrical Theory.

Also; very hungry.

[catchin_light]

[He does not believe you. At all. Except the hungry part. In fact, he thinks you're kinda crazy, but hey, he's seen worse.]

Well, "Yer Highness," I'll have somethin' waitin' fer ya if ya happen' ta wander by.

[NOW ACTION]

[fearthefool]

[AND LO AND BEHOLD, Clopin just happens to wander by with a nonchalance born from years of acting and practice, which might have been believable if Silver wasn't literally in the middle of telling him he was allowed to wander past]

Would you really?

[YAY]

[catchin_light]

[asdsdkfjhiduv how/why did he do that]

Were ya just... standin' outside talkin' ta me? On the comm? When ya could've just walked in?

GET IN CHAT

[fearthefool]

Oh, nononono. I was on my way over to the kitchen, anyway. But I did stop and wait for the perfect moment to walk in.

I AM IN CHAT

[catchin_light]

Ah. Right. Well, didn't expect ya down here so soon, so ya have to wait a bit.

[He grabs a large pot and starts throwing ingredients in almost at random.]

GOOD.

[fearthefool]

[Clopin does not approve of your cooking methods. But he's not going to say so]

[catchin_light]

[He adds a metric ass ton of beef broth to the pot and sets it on the stove.]

It'll be a minute. S'great, though.

[He takes a handkerchief and wipes his brow. Been a long day. Probably going to have to oil the gears later.]

[fearthefool]

I'll be the judge of that.
[don't mind him, just watching over your shoulder and- what the hell is in your ear?]

[catchin_light]

[Silver notices the staring. After all these years, you'd think he'd be used to it, but really, people in Space Port don't even notice, so staring wasn't all that common. Granted, he had more hardware than most cyborgs, but...]

Somethin' I can help ya with, Mister Trouillefou?

[He only butchers the name slightly. His accent and French words don't mix well.]

[fearthefool]

No, just...
[taps your huge metal arm SERIOUSLY HOW DID HE MISS THAT]
...trying to learn...

...about stew.

[catchin_light]

[OBLIVIOUS CLOPIN WAS OBLIVIOUS.]

...Right.

[Silver moves away from Clopin to add spices to the stew. He stirs it and tastes. More spices. He repeats this for a bit until he smiles, satisfied. He grabs a ladle and slops some into a bowl for the other man.]

'Ere. Should do ya good. Put some meat on those stick arms o' yers.

[fearthefool]

[takes bowl. eyes are still on gears]
How often do you wash that?

[catchin_light]

As often as I can.