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[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: Friday November 26nd, all day
Location: The Park
Rating: G
Summary: The Watch has a bake sale. If anybody just wants to fool around in here as an open log with the bake sale as a backdrop, be my guest!

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Afternoon~ come bug him? (slowatus what slowatus)

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface had been asked to attend the bake sale for moral support, and here he was. In the end, he couldn't really see what anybody was going to get out of his being here; if anything, it probably just made the baked goods look even worse. Which wasn't an easy feat, he knew, as many of them looked quite bleak as it was.

Damn. He had told them that he'd only approve of it provided they didn't give anybody food poisoning, didn't he?

Ah, well. Hopefully they'd get a few pity donations, which was just about all they could ask for at this point. He pulled up a chair, tossed a few coins into the fund and lit a cigar to puff at and surreptitiously fed Nobby scorched butter cookies underneath the table.

Re: Afternoon~ come bug him? (slowatus what slowatus)

[ice_echani]

"That cannot be healthy for him," Handmaiden said, walking up from behind him. From that point, she could see the movement of hand to dog--for that matter the dog wasn't very subtle himself. Despite her brusque greeting, she was glad that he had come. She felt rather foolish, monitoring this bake sale. It was something she was sure she had no experience with.

Whether or not Stoneface did, Handmaiden couldn't guess. But he looked relaxed enough, if unenthusiastic. She felt slightly less absurd about trying to raise money this way. "Do you think we will raise enough money here?"

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface looked down at the fat dog, and back at Handmaiden before nodding in agreement. "No, they're probably not. But they're just about as good for him as they are for humans."

He took the cigar from out of his mouth and blew a plume of smoke from out of the corner of his mouth. "Enough money? No. Not at all. They're selling these things cheap, and frankly, nobody'll pay more for them."

He shrugged. "But it's a start, and the lads were keen on it. And it's better than them trying to organize a ball or something like that."

[ice_echani]

Handmaiden was about to say something more on the health of the dog when Stoneface blew out that plume of smoke. She failed to understand how a man so adept at weaponizing every joint in his body could so willfully--and casually--mistreat it with tobacco and fatty foods. It was not as though he ever let his sword get dull or rusty.

She surveyed the pinnacle of logistical skill the Watchmen had displayed in the bake sale and tried to superimpose that on an image of a formal dance. It was... an interesting mental picture. "That is very true," she said gravely. She glanced over at one young man trying to sell some rather scorched brownies. The conversation was difficult to hear, but it looked as though the man was trying to paint a portrait of and when a mugger leaps out of the darkness you want a better place to flee than the ramen stand, right?

"It certainly shows a different side to some of the watchmen," she said. "Some of them are rather... creative."

[stonyfaced]

"Creative?" He arched a brow. "These things are bloody well unprecedented in terms of creativity. I've already disposed of some of the lethal ones. Did you know that some people think that eating just a little bit of glitter will probably be all right?"

He tugged another chair out from underneath the table and patted his hand on the seat. "Sit down if you plan on watching over this thing, Handmaiden. And try to keep an eye out for food poisoning."

[ice_echani]

"I have had to correct that erroneous belief for some," Handmaiden said, taking the offered chair. "I must admit, I had assumed that most of the Watchmen would have assumed that items for a bake sale are required to be edible. I had not thought it was a naive viewpoint."

She surveyed the bake sale. From some of the interaction, it appeared that a lot of the purchases were being made by friends that had been dragged along. "I've taken the liberty of removing goods that were not fully cooked. Other than that... I am not sure what to do apart from watch and hope that we make a profit."

[stonyfaced]

"They seem to think they're edible. There are quite a few plates of biscuits and those sorts of things that look quite good, actually. They're just a bit... drowned out by the mess."

He put out the cigar, took out his silver cigar case - which he treated with far more care than any of his other possessions; unlike his clothing, it was clean of any smudges or scratches - and slid it in for later. He saw how Handmaiden looked at it, and he wasn't in the mood to be told how awful his personal habits were.

"I'm not sure that we'll make any profit," he said, "but at least the lads seem to be enjoying themselves."

[ice_echani]

"That is true. I suppose anyone who is truly committed will be able to find those among all the poorly-made things." And some of them tasted rather better than they looked... she had taken pity on a few of their novice bakers and had been pleasantly surprised by the results, apart from the intrinsic unhealthiness. In light of that, she wasn't actually inclined to give a lecture that would be hypocritical, despite her inability to hide her distaste for Stoneface's habits.

She looked around. As... unhopeful as their prospects looked, she had to admit that she agreed with Stoneface. "I believe that you are right there," she said. There was a slightly pleased note in her voice. "Perhaps it is not so important whether or not the sale is a success, in light of that."

[stonyfaced]

"They could use a high note every now and then," said Stoneface with a shrug. "Every time newborns come in, the first thing to come under attack is the Watch, which I'm not... entirely surprised at."

It was something familiar, at the very least. Wherever there was a Watch, people would do their best to verbally attack it every time they got the chance. And at times, Stoneface couldn't blame them; the structure was far from perfect. But that was on his head, not his men, and he hated seeing them disheartened by something they couldn't control.

"It's not exactly a forgivable job. I'd suggest letting 'em have more fun every now and then, but I'm not exactly sure what fun is." He gave her a crooked grin, watching one of the watchmen that excelled in swordplay attempt to demonstrate kung-fu.

[spandexisyouth]

It was encouraging to see Stoneface at the bakesale; it meant the people who had set it up weren't going to be in trouble for setting things up. That meant that if they did need to go with a calendar, he might not be upset. Though Gai had tried to help with the bakesale. His carrotcake cupcakes with curry cream-cheese frosting sat looking rather lonely on one of the tables. He didn't think anyone had bought any. It wasn't a surprise. Determined to not be disappointed by more evidence that Bell might be right about his cooking, Gai grabbed a chair as well and brought it over to near Stoneface.

"Does he like the cookies?" Gai had tried one. He hadn't... found reason to keep eating them. At least he thought his cupcakes tasted good. And weren't likely to make anyone sick.

[stonyfaced]

Stoneface waved a hand at Youth in greeting. He had seen Youth's cupcakes, and didn't care to try them. He hadn't ever tasted Youth's cooking, but if Bell wasn't joking, then it was a terrifying thing. Besides, he wasn't fond of sweets - though he wouldn't say no to one of those treacle desserts that he had a feeling he enjoyed as a lad - and certainly not the variety served here.

"Yeah, he likes 'em," he said, then sucked on his cheek as he mused. "Then again, if I didn't stop him he'd probably be happy eating rocks."

[spandexisyouth]

He'd now had two cooking lessons, one from Bell, and one from Amurui. And maybe he'd wind up with one from Stellaris too. Due to this, Gai was of the opinion that he was getting better in the kitchen. Maybe one day he would make something that people other than Lotus liked.

Gai had to smile at the second comment. "I think Tenzou is the same way. He will eat anything he can, and sometimes that involves gnawing on the table legs."

He looked around the sale. "So what will happen if this does not do well?"

[stonyfaced]

"It's probably a dog thing," Stoneface remarked. "Either they're natural scavengers or they're just always hungry."

He stared down at Nobby. Nobby thumped his stubby tail on the ground and began to wiggle on his back, apparently giving himself a dust bath. "I have a feeling my dog's just particularly stupid. Stop that, you." He pushed the dog aside with his foot.

"And as for if this doesn't do well... I can't imagine this doing well." He grimaced. "But I'm not sure yet. We need a Watch House. I can't have my watchmen knocking at my door all hours now that I've got Blood around, but everything costs."

[spandexisyouth]

"Leaf and Kirameku at least do not go after the funiture. I think that they are always hungry, though." Scavenger allowed for more skill than Youth would agree Tenzou had. "If you are eating anything they are all curious and running around wanting to try see what it is and try it."

Gai reached down and rubbed Nobby's stomach before the dog got nudged away. "He and Tenzou would get along well. Stupid likes company." He almost wished he'd brought one of the dogs, but Gai still often saw them as Bell's.

There was a bit of softness in Gai's eyes at the mention of Blood. "You have adopted her. It makes sense that you would want her to sleep at night." He paused, thinking. "There is still the option of loaning us out for errands and tasks for a day." Maybe he shouldn't bring up the calendar just yet. He was fine with it, HM was too, but it wasn't Stoneface's thing, it seemed.

[stonyfaced]

"Nobby doesn't go after the furniture," said Stoneface gloomily. "That's Ghost's cat."

He never liked cats much. As far as he was concerned, they did very little besides stalk around, scratch things and expect complete devotion from people who didn't like them in the first place. Stoneface suspected that Ingvar was probably pure evil in a furry package.

"There is the option," Stoneface acknowledged. And it wasn't exactly a bad one, as things went. He just wasn't keen on the idea of putting his men out there, even if they were willing. It seemed to him like this lads got a hard enough rap as it was without adding "chore-boy" to the mix. "But they'd ought to save their energy for the job

[spandexisyouth]

"Oh." He didn't know much about cats. And really, he only knew things about dogs because Bell knew so much. Turtles, that was where Youth had expertise. But he wasn't going to say anything bad about cats. It had been Ghost's. "I didn't know Ghost had a cat. But not a lot of people talk a great deal about their pets."

It sounded like Stoneface still didn't like the idea. That was fine, really, not a lot of people liked doing errands. It just... seemed a little familiar to Gai, and he liked familiar. "It is good to have energy for the job." It was a neutral enough statement, he figured.

"There is nothing wrong with vegetables. They are healthy and nutritious! And a sound body makes for a sound mind!" Most of his diet was healthy, though Gai liked snacks too. They had their place. Health just came first.

Maybe it was time to carefully offer the other option, though he didn't want to seem like he was kicking when Stoneface was down. "A calendar would not take too much energy."