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voidtreckerexpress2020-08-11 07:49 pm
dredefulchilde) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-08-11 07:49 pm
Family Dinner
Who: Joss and his found family: Romeo, Tony, Misa, and Peter. Plus an OTA prompt!
Where: Kitchen and Dining Car
When: Backdated to Grasshopper Sixteen
What: Joss is bad at showing gratitude so he makes dinner instead.
Warnings: None so far; will edit if necessary.
i. This is a problem. (OTA)
Joscelin had wanted to cook.
He isn't quite certain why; he'd been bored when he made the request at the shop. He requested the ingredients for foods he's made before and then, over the next several days, completely forgot about the points he'd spent. Now he's stuck with a massive hamper of perishables that he can't possibly get all the way to the kitchen as he is now. He wouldn't have even broken a sweat while he was still a vampire, but now that he's mortal again his skinny, undersized ten year old self can barely lift it an inch or two before his arms scream in protest. He looks around for someone with more upper body strength.
Oh, this looks like a likely option.
"Help me get this to the kitchen," he says bossily. It's more of a command than a request. "I can't lift it on my own, and the frozen items will melt if it's left out much longer."
ii. In the kitchen. (closed to family)
Joscelin is a competent cook. His knife flies across the cutting board, showing off culinary skills he learned from his adopted mother in Heaven.
"You know," he tells the person next to him while mincing a whole head of garlic, "I never quite understood the garlic thing. Vampires don't care about garlic. In fact, it's a bit of a joke in vampire circles. Werewolves, on the other hand, tend not to like the stuff. It's too strong for their noses. Silly creatures." Old habits--and old prejudices--die hard. Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies. Even though he's no longer of the undead, he still harbors a lot of resentment.
iii. Dinnertime. (closed to family)
At last, it's ready. Joscelin looks out at the spread--spaghetti bolognese, salad, and a dessert ready to go for later--and feels very accomplished. He's anxious to see how his friends like their feast, though he won't admit it to them. He's unusually quiet as the dinner begins, stealing furtive little glances as they eat, looking for expressions of pleasure or disgust.
He hasn't touched his own dinner yet.
Where: Kitchen and Dining Car
When: Backdated to Grasshopper Sixteen
What: Joss is bad at showing gratitude so he makes dinner instead.
Warnings: None so far; will edit if necessary.
i. This is a problem. (OTA)
Joscelin had wanted to cook.
He isn't quite certain why; he'd been bored when he made the request at the shop. He requested the ingredients for foods he's made before and then, over the next several days, completely forgot about the points he'd spent. Now he's stuck with a massive hamper of perishables that he can't possibly get all the way to the kitchen as he is now. He wouldn't have even broken a sweat while he was still a vampire, but now that he's mortal again his skinny, undersized ten year old self can barely lift it an inch or two before his arms scream in protest. He looks around for someone with more upper body strength.
Oh, this looks like a likely option.
"Help me get this to the kitchen," he says bossily. It's more of a command than a request. "I can't lift it on my own, and the frozen items will melt if it's left out much longer."
ii. In the kitchen. (closed to family)
Joscelin is a competent cook. His knife flies across the cutting board, showing off culinary skills he learned from his adopted mother in Heaven.
"You know," he tells the person next to him while mincing a whole head of garlic, "I never quite understood the garlic thing. Vampires don't care about garlic. In fact, it's a bit of a joke in vampire circles. Werewolves, on the other hand, tend not to like the stuff. It's too strong for their noses. Silly creatures." Old habits--and old prejudices--die hard. Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies. Even though he's no longer of the undead, he still harbors a lot of resentment.
iii. Dinnertime. (closed to family)
At last, it's ready. Joscelin looks out at the spread--spaghetti bolognese, salad, and a dessert ready to go for later--and feels very accomplished. He's anxious to see how his friends like their feast, though he won't admit it to them. He's unusually quiet as the dinner begins, stealing furtive little glances as they eat, looking for expressions of pleasure or disgust.
He hasn't touched his own dinner yet.
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"Let me put this up and I'll be right back," he said, holding the two large crates he himself received.
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This is humiliating. He feels so weak and pathetic, unable to do it himself. He scowls up at Glorfindel, his humiliation making him testy.
In the kitchen. Sorry for the late *gestures at modwork*
"I never met a werewolf though. Lots of animals have got good noses though, that is a lot of garlic, I hope no one is a werewolf here because they might get sad and not be able to come in here."
He's at least helping as he chatters, chopping vegetables.
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Joscelin watches Romeo's knife closely, not wanting his friend to injure himself. "Warewolves and vampires don't like each other particularly well. We fought a lot, back home." And he has no intention of returning to that life. "There was quite a lot of fighting in general."
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But he's probably not, and Joss is. So vampires can eat garlic!
"You wouldn't fight here though, would you? If there was a werewolf. Especially if they are a nice one, like you are a nice vampire!"
He doesn't want Joss fighting anyone!
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"Very impressive," He remarked and picked the seat next to his ambitious son. He flashed the boy a grin.
As the others arrived and they started eating, he noticed the young man's quietness. "This is the point in the meal you relax."
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"What? Oh, right." He looks down at the spaghetti and salad and pokes them with a fork. "I suppose."
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He had to pause to take a passed bowl of salad and take some for himself. He then looked back at Joss. He could hand the bowl to the boy, but opted to give him a little taste of what having a dad was like (which may or may not be received well) and scooped out a portion for Joss too.