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

Comments

owow this wasn't even intentional.

[deucedlyerratic]

[ Amelia's in the middle of mapmaking when she drops her utensil on top of her work, puncturing a hole in the Greater Star of Galagas. That voice. Regaining her composure, she switches the audio on on her comm. ]

Mister Silver.

[ Is that---yep. That's malice in her voice. ]

This is sounding familiar

[catchin_light]

[Oh. Oh no.]

Ahaheheh... Cap'n...

[Heaven help him, this was becoming less and less inviting.]

ain't it?

[deucedlyerratic]

While I'm certainly bemused at how exactly you intend on earning your place here, I'm much more interested as to why you're alive.

[ Because if it isn't obvious; she kind of wants you dead. ]

It's wonderful :3

[catchin_light]

Mist came, I survived, jus' like you.

[Oh, he wasn't getting out of this one.]

Ya look well though, Cap'n. Teachin' is doin' wonders fer ya.

[Cue shit-eating grin]

[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.

[VIDEO]

[is_offlimits]

Cooking? I didn't know men could cook.

I've been told I'm a - [casts a proud glance away from the comm] - pretty good cook.

[catchin_light]

[Silver grins]

Well, aren't ya th' prettiest sight this side o' th' Ferview Nebula?

An' yes, men can cook sometimes. It be a rare sight nowadays, but some of us try ta be self sufficient.

[He thinks a bit]

Is tha' so? Well, you should join my class. If yer good enough, I might let ya help in th' kitchens.

SO MUCH ACTION.

[alwaysaxefirst]

[Hey, why not? Astrid's feeling peckish anyway. Stuffing her axe in her belt and her comm in her pocket, she heads off to the kitchen. When she reaches the room, she knocks firmly on the door and gives a shout-] Hey, you in here?

[catchin_light]

Yes, yes, a moment!

[He opens the door to find... a small girl with an axe. What the hell. Will wonders never cease?]

... 'Ello there. Come by fer a bite or two?

[alwaysaxefirst]

Yeah, I'm kind of hungry. Don't really care what you have, really.

[She wanders in and jumps onto a bench, letting her legs dangle. If she's in the way, you'll probably have to point that out.]

[catchin_light]

[He smirks. No manners. He's more amused than irritated by far.]

Yer a bossy little whelp. Didn't yer mother ever teach ya "please"?

[He spoons a bowl of stew for her anyway.]

[burn8seconds]

If we cook our own food, does that threat of not getting good food because of a lack of respect become null and void?

[Yes, this pyro is in your cooking class.]

[catchin_light]

I s'pose. Ya got no access ta th' kitchens - at least not my kitchens - so yer options are limited.

[burn8seconds]

Sounds fair to me.

I NEED MOAR ICONS FOR MOAR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS THAN THIS ONE D:

[catchin_light]

As long as ya don' set th' Academy on fire. I'll not be held responsible fer some fool's experimentin'.