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<< XS >> Kitchen - Lv1
Meant to service a large number of people, this kitchen is vast, with more than one oven and several stainless steel work surfaces. Inset into the ceiling are fluorescent glow strips, throwing everything into bright, if somewhat harsh light. At meal times, kitchen workers scurry to and fro with pans and food and various other sundry items. But out of those times, everything is in its place, and there's even a tray of cold snacks for those who might come in search of a bite to eat.
[Exits : [Pat]io, and [H]allway ]
[Players : Jareth ]
Back in business and ain't in grand! Well, not especially /grand/, persay, but it does seem that Elisabeth's made a quiet reentrance to the Institute. She's been looking rather well, considering the circumstances of her departure, but with a few months behind her to deal with the loss of a father she always had a trouble relationship with, it seems she's more or less back to normal. The Frenchwoman's already making nighttime visits to the fridge, it seems, dressed in a worn-in PJ's of drawstring pants and a t-shirt. She scrounges around the kitchen before finally finding an apple and pouring herself a glass of water.
There must be some compelling force that keeps drawing Jareth here so frequently lately. That force, of course, is likely food. Drawn by that insistent force, Jareth ambles toward the kitchen in search of a late snack. He casually hums some tuneless melody on his way through the hall, then stops as he takes note of the familiar Frenchwoman. Almost blinking in surprise after not seeing her around for so long, he peers for a moment, then smiles. "Well, now. I almost thought la France had stolen you away for good. Bienvenue a nouveau, m'amie."
Elisabeth looks over, a rather large piece of apple in her mouth, and smiles. There's a quick chew and swallow before she attempts a response. "Ahh, bonsoir, Monsieur Tarrant. I was beginning to zink zat as well. But, as you can see, I 'ave ended up right back 'ere. In ze kitchen." She grins a bit. "Where, I can assure you, I have been /trying/ to get back to for ze last five monzs. Well, the school, I mean. Not ze kitchen necessarily."
Jareth smiles wryly and impishly at Elisabeth. "No? What happened to the French love of food? Have we corrupted you?" He smiles again and leans against the counter while watching her. "Either way, I suppose I finally have my partner in bytes back. Careful, though. Forge has been making large advances on the position of fellow geek. You might have to reclaim your spot." And he looks at her exaggeratedly somberly, as if it were something vitally important.
Elisabeth's eyebrows raise and she sips at her glass of water. "Really? And here I was, hoping to ease back into the swing of zings. I suppose I shall 'ave to be a bit more aggressive." Because, y'know, "aggressive" is Liza's middle name. "I /do/ 'ave the advantage of you owing me drinks. So zere's one chance to 'reclaim my spot.' Has he managed to become Circe's favorite?"
Jareth feigns a weary sigh as he slumps slightly. "Alas and alack. What shall I do when I have so many others seeking for my attention?" Yes, because Liza is truly ever the type to do battle to claim him. Then again, one never knows. "Hmm. That's true. You do still have a claim to steal me away to be yours for an evening." He chuckles some at the mention of Circe. "I should think so, being as he's one of her daddies, as it were."
"Mmm. I shall 'ave to plan it carefully, zen," Elisabeth says with mock sobriety. She puts on a dramatic look of hurt disappointment. "I shall 'ave to win /'er/ back as well. Maybe I should start writing zese down."
Jareth turns on another impish smile. "I don't think you need much planning if you intend to snare me at some point. I can't stop you from exercising your claim, after all." And he sighs. "Ah, how powerless I stand against your designs. If you should bring forth your command, I must be yours. Do with me as you will." And then he chuckles again. "Oh, I'm sure you don't have any great effort to make to entice her. The mind of a cat is always vulnerable to pampering."
"It's an amazement zat I'm not going mad wiz power," she agrees nonchalantly, grinning just a bit in amusement. "But maybe I should give myself some time to settle back in before I go gallivanting about wiz ze male staff members. Appearances and all." Another bite of the apple is taken and she chews around a grin.
And that impish smile goes off once more. "You know what they say about power causing cravings for more power." He returns the grin while seeking out a piece of fruit to devour. "You think appearances would keep up however long you waited? As soon as someone caught wind of it, it would be through the school before the end of one string of songs on the radio. Besides, if they're busy spreading steamy rumors, they're too busy to pay attention for very long. That and it would distract them from any rumors that might end up becoming true. Either way, we win." Cue another grin.
Elisabeth chews thoughtfully. "It certainly is a complex process. I guess my time away has faded my respect for the speed of the school's rumour mill." She finishes off the apple and tosses the core in the trash. "Anyways, I'd probably get to bed. It's been a pleasure plotting to incite steamy rumours throughout the school wiz you."