Boredom as a Catalyst for Nice Home Cookin', or At the Very Least, Chemical Weaponry

Characters involved: Darklett, Rurun, Amachi, Buckthorn, Rahier
Logged July 06, 2004



Might as well have fun while you're on kitchen duty! Darklett can be seen rapidly moving back and forth across the kitchen, tossing kitchen knives in the air, catching them, deftly chopping up some veggies in the meantime, all while tossing the chopped stuff into a pot of boiling water. Save us, please, Darklett is going to attempt to cook.

Rurun walks in holding his stoumigh slightly and looking around and thats when his eyes come to rest on a scone.

"And look! Here comes my babysitter!" Darklett points a knife (ack) dramatically to Rurun as he enters. "Are you gonna stop me from cooking by myself?" As the contents of the pot could end up being potentially hazardous to one's health, that may not be a bad idea.

Rurun looks up at darklett. "I just may but i dont like the term baby sitter more like temporary guardian." He moves over and picks up the scone before casueally popping it in his mouth.

Egh. Sleeping in a dormitory is quite refreshing, though it keeps Amachi from waking up as quickly as she's accustomed to. Eyes half-masted and ears drooped even further than usual without her headband, the haress wanders into the kitchen for a mid-day snack. She pauses as she spies the familiar Rurun and the stranger with the knife. Nose-twitch. c_c..

Darklett chucks his new favorite, watercress, into the pot. Not measured, exactly, it just looked like a good amount. "Ooh, that's a good one. Nonetheless, I don't think you're necessarily required anymore. Likkle Darkwett's all growed up, ya see." Darklett tosses the knife haphazardly onto the counter, clanging against the wall and bouncing for a while before coming to a stop. He averts his eyes over to the newcomer. "Hello, there. New recruits just keep coming, eh, Ru?"

Rurun says, "Oh no its quite necessary alot of people dont want you getting yourself killed with your foolish pride so they asked me to help." After saying this he turns to amachi with a wary smile. "Ello how ya liken the patrol so far amachi?""

Amachi eyes the bouncing knife. Well.. that's safe. She says nothing as she wanders further into the kitchen, eyeing the ingrediants on the table; particularly a half-chopped carrot. "Is this accounted for?" she asks stoically, jabbing a digit in said vegetable's direction. Amachi cants her gaze in Rurun's direction. "I wouldn't say it suits me just yet.. though I cannot complain thus far."

"...Oh?" Darklett's hyperactive behavior is stopped momentarily. "Like who?" The carrot. Ah! "Nah, you can have that if you want. Don't spoil your appetite for the main dish, though. It's almost done." ...he thinks. "Soup of the Day is 'Darklett is Stuck on Kitchen Duty for Who Knows How Long' stew! I'm your chef, Darklett. And who may you be?"

Rurun says, "Ill tell ya some other time dark right now i want to see this poisen you cooked."

A glance is stolen toward the pot of broth and .. well.. whatever Darklett has taken upon himself to add in. "Indeed.." Amachi murmurs, taking the carrot with a bow and indolently munching on it. "A pleasure, I'm sure, Darklett... I'm Amachi. I've just joined the Long Patrol in pursuit of a position in its clandestine branch.." Another bite of the carrot is taken.

From the large dining cavern stomps a tall hare, his eyes flashing around the kitchen. Twisting up his snout, the hare pauses, quite interested in what may be going on in the kitchen. "Somethan' smells good, wot!" He says in his booming, trumpet-like voice.

Darklett smiles, and moves the pot off the stove, letting the fire continue to burn. "Amachi, eh? Well, welcome aboard, hope you have better luck than me." He places the pot on the counter, and looks around for some bowls. He finds the dishes, and grabs three of them, placing them on the counter. Then, seeing Buckthorn enter, he congratulates himself on remembering his name, and grabs a fourth. "Hello, Buck. You're just in time." He ladles some soup into the four bowls, and places them on a tray.

Rurun prods the soup slightly with a nearby spoon as if expecting it to walk away.

The carrot is promptly finished and Amachi steps toward a corner of the kitchen as not to be in the immediate way of the cooking hare. She laces her paws loosely at her stomach, whiskers twitching at the smell of the stew. Well.. the scent isn't that bad, especially to one who's been surviving off berries and the occasional tuber as of late. A nod and bow is given to the arriving Buckthorn - meh, it's getting rather crowded in here.. c_c

Buckthorn clicks his teeth together, bobbing his head to the young hare. "Ah, this hare is always on time, yeh cin bet yah cottan tail, sah!" He says with a chuckle, a strange change of attitude from the hares normal manner. "Good snub, Dark, lad. Good snub!" He compliments with a smile, though whatever 'snub' means, remains a mystery to all but Buck. Side stepping to get out of the way of the others, he waits his turn. Turning a dark eye on Rurun, the hare manages to regain his stiff exterior. "I say! Don't play with yah foor, yeh lil' monsta!" He chastises the other hare and moves in, snatching his own bowl and turning with his snout in the air.

Rahier makes as inconspicuous an entry as possible, long ears and head poking through the doorway. Ahh. Cook isn't here, it's Darklett. ;p So the major walks his way in, looking all the worse for a bad night and a morning with the bottle. ;p "What's f'tuck, jeez? I been waitin' out there f'ages." He places paws at his waist, giving Darky the evil, bloodshot eye. Then.. the bowls.

Darklett is about to taste his own soup when the good major walks in. "Ah, Major Rahier, you're just a little late, but close enough to be considered on time!" He reaches up to a cabinet and snags a bowl, promptly filling it up and placing it on the counter. It is then that he notices the -eye.- Heh..hehe? "I call it 'Darklett is Stuck on Kitchen Duty for Who Knows How Long' stew. Care to give it a taste?" He makes his way back over to his own bowl, tasting his own... Holy moley, this is actually pretty good. Too bad he wasn't paying attention to what he was putting in it.

There have only been a few times Amachi has been filled with fear, and this is one of those times - and takes the cake, nonetheless. The stew is eyed cautiously, the haress staying back in the corner where she as chosen to stay. She's let some other victim take the first taste beside the slightly (so far) eccentric Darklett, and so waits until either Rurun, Buckthorn, or the newly arrived Rahier partakes in the mystery meal.

Rahier picks up the bowl in one paw. With twitching whiskers, he raises it to under his nose, blanching. "..Smells like a damn latrine." He picks up a spoon, anyway, and scoops up a bit of the... stuff, before popping it in his mouth. Chew chew. "...Tastes like one too, bloody 'ell. Y'should stick t'washin' dishes." Blurg. He promptly sets the bowl back on the counter. ;p

Buckthorn scoots up next to the major, giving a weary eye to the bowl and twisting up his nose. "Err... sorry Dark.. I love meh taste buds too much, eh..." He says in a quick voice, lowering his bowl to the table and letting his gaze meet back up to Rahiers. "Shall I fetch an antidote, Sah?" Buck jests, trying hard not to laugh.

Darklett frowns, and takes the major's bowl for himself. "I think it's very good, thank you very much." And Buckthorn, too. Gasp. "Hmph. Fine, I guess I'll have yours, too." He reaches over and grabs Buckthorn's bowl, and looks over to Amachi, because Rurun has already made it clear that he will have nothing to do with his soup. "How about you, miss Amachi? Care to try?" Grin?

Manners. Politeness. These are her bane right now. Her expression remains impassive as she moves to take an offered bowl of the stew. It can't be death-inducing, of course.. so.. with a release of breath, Amachi places the bowl to her lips and sips at it carefully. "Hrm.." she mutters, making smacking noises with her mouth. "This.. this isn't bad.." o_o;; The bowl is once again lifted, Amachi draining the broth, then seeking out a spoon for the 'stuff'.

Rahier grarghs, turning up his nose to the .. stew. Nasty taste. ;p "Foul, foul, foul," he mutters, making his way over to the booze cupboard. ;p After all, who's going to stop him? Cook's absent. XD He pulls the thing open, and begins to rummage, the sound glass clinking against glass audible.

Buckthorn sits down at the small kitchen table, shooting Dark a sympathetic look. Twisting around to look at the others, Buck questions something that probably is rather obvious. "Where is tha ol' cooky, anyways?"

Darklett looks with a HA!!!!!! face between Buckthorn and Rahier. "Looks like -somebeast- has good taste in this kitchen besides me. Here, here you go." He hands a spoon Amachi's way, and grabs one for himself, now eating the solid part of the stew, as his broth is drained as well.

The haress tries to ignore the fact that the 'stuff' has an odd texture to it - but, meh, it's still on the appetizing side. Not as delicious as the broth, but good in its own right. "Methinks the alcohol has ruined thou taste-buds.." she mutters to Rahier between bites, glad for the spoon Darklett has given her. "Very well done, Darklett.." she offers to him, a compliment from the emotionless Amachi is there ever was one.

Rahier is chest-deep into the cupboard, and selective hearing is in full force. ;p He pauses, probably, to read a bottle. "...Who th'hell drinks this stuff?" Rather than set it back, he simply tosses it out over his shoulder. Offending bottle goes crash.

Darklett beams at the two denying hares again. Crash. Errrm? Yeah... He just sticks to eating his stew. "I have no clue where the cook is, I haven't even seen him since I got placed in here." Chomp, mm... swallow. He moves on to Buckthorn's bowl now, taking a different strategy of mixing a bit of the broth and solids in the spoon with each bite.

Amachi finishes her bowl of stew and sets it on the counter-top, moving immediately back to the corner to watch the goin-on's in silence. Oi. Rahier's making a right mess of the place..

Rahier doesn't throw anything else, but bottles are rolling out of the bottom shelf and across the floor, of their own accord. Apparently, he finds what he's looking for, and moves to sit back up. A thump signals the back of his head banging against cupboard. ;p Another expletive, and he falls out, kicking it shut with ill temper. His paws are clutched around the necks of several bottles, of course. ;p Ahem. He stands, coughs, and begins to walk back toward the door. "Yeh. Clean this up, wouldja, Darklett?"

Darklett's jaw drops at this last remark, the beginning of protest... Then he realizes how futile that would be, and at least it gives him something to do when he's done eating. "Sure thing, sah. You just... Have fun." He says the latter with a slight laugh, badly repressed. He drains Buckthorn's bowl quickly, and looks quite satisfied.