[QUEST] Cheesecake Hour
Party: Arche, Asch, and whoever else wishes to eat, drink, or pester (victims customers or other staff members, perhaps? I don't know if the 4 person rule applies to this as long as only a maximum of four people are working on the quest)
Location: Blessenwood Inn
Goal: Make 5 cheesecakes for an event called Cheesecake Hour
Affection: --
Status: CLOSED
[Asch stood behind the counter of the bar, restaurant, whatever that blasted place was called, his hair tied back out of the way, and covered in front by a bandanna wrapped around his head. He disliked having to wait, especially when clad in an apron. He whisked a creamy substance in the bowl he was holding while glowering at anyone who had the audacity to stare at his somewhat bizarre and extremely demeaning state. People had nightmares similar to this. Well, regardless, he had already caused a small boy to cry (the bastard asked for it, as far as he was concerned) and had repulsed several potential customers with his sour attitude and presumably poor service that would follow--it was not his fault! The last person who wanted to test his services firstly mistook him for a female, and secondly, misinterpreted the word, "services." Having his ass grabbed one of the few times he had ventured outside of the kitchen and away from the bar, certainly could not be considered pleasant. He might have hated the man for the pass at him , but the gender confusion only transformed a violent hatred into an abhorrence. That bastard would be served here over the volatile redhead's dead body.]
(...She'll laugh at me when she sees me like this. At least I took the least pink and frilly of the aprons available...Is that a cheagle on the pocket? Oh hell.)
[Asch cursed his ability to cook, do laundry, and the like. If only he had learned how to forge weapons. He used to justify his skills with the thought that he was self-sufficient, but now, he only regretted not being able to have a part-time job with the blacksmith. Between washing the sheets and cooking food, whatever was needed most at the moment, Asch earned a fair amount of money, all of which was going toward his tab which had accumulated soon after his arrival in Blessenwood. It had been only a few days, but considering what little money he had on his person at the time of his arrival, he could not pay off the debt without having a steady income. Besides, he needed a backup plan in case he ran short of jobs from Ad Libitum. Ironically, in taking this job, he was in need of Ad Libitum's assistance. Half of his daily earnings would suffice, would it not?]
[Asch's frown lessened as he caught a glimpse of someone entering the inn. Hopefully that pink-haired girl had decided to show up on time. He stopped whisking and looked up to see whoever had just entered.]
Location: Blessenwood Inn
Goal: Make 5 cheesecakes for an event called Cheesecake Hour
Affection: --
Status: CLOSED
[Asch stood behind the counter of the bar, restaurant, whatever that blasted place was called, his hair tied back out of the way, and covered in front by a bandanna wrapped around his head. He disliked having to wait, especially when clad in an apron. He whisked a creamy substance in the bowl he was holding while glowering at anyone who had the audacity to stare at his somewhat bizarre and extremely demeaning state. People had nightmares similar to this. Well, regardless, he had already caused a small boy to cry (the bastard asked for it, as far as he was concerned) and had repulsed several potential customers with his sour attitude and presumably poor service that would follow--it was not his fault! The last person who wanted to test his services firstly mistook him for a female, and secondly, misinterpreted the word, "services." Having his ass grabbed one of the few times he had ventured outside of the kitchen and away from the bar, certainly could not be considered pleasant. He might have hated the man for the pass at him , but the gender confusion only transformed a violent hatred into an abhorrence. That bastard would be served here over the volatile redhead's dead body.]
(...She'll laugh at me when she sees me like this. At least I took the least pink and frilly of the aprons available...Is that a cheagle on the pocket? Oh hell.)
[Asch cursed his ability to cook, do laundry, and the like. If only he had learned how to forge weapons. He used to justify his skills with the thought that he was self-sufficient, but now, he only regretted not being able to have a part-time job with the blacksmith. Between washing the sheets and cooking food, whatever was needed most at the moment, Asch earned a fair amount of money, all of which was going toward his tab which had accumulated soon after his arrival in Blessenwood. It had been only a few days, but considering what little money he had on his person at the time of his arrival, he could not pay off the debt without having a steady income. Besides, he needed a backup plan in case he ran short of jobs from Ad Libitum. Ironically, in taking this job, he was in need of Ad Libitum's assistance. Half of his daily earnings would suffice, would it not?]
[Asch's frown lessened as he caught a glimpse of someone entering the inn. Hopefully that pink-haired girl had decided to show up on time. He stopped whisking and looked up to see whoever had just entered.]