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voidtreckerexpress2019-09-07 06:37 pm
Hey look, it's a Tony log
Who: Tony and OTA
Where: Kitchen/ Dining car
When: Bassoon 4-ish
What: Tony's cooking meals, making treats, and generally trying to keep himself busy
Warnings: Irreverence and Language? The usual.
The last team had done a respectable job in the kitchen. He'd had few complaints during the last month. However, between himself and the rest of the red team, especially Feanor, people were going to be very well fed this month.
Even though there were plenty of cooks in this kitchen for the month, this particular day Tony had taken over the kitchen. He was only sort of sticking to the recipes he'd been given, preferring to use his own or make them up as he went (shocking, I know). Currently he had three dishes he was working on at once. He had some salmon he was curing to make lox, some gummy candy he was making, and the main dish for the evening meal- whole roasted salmon with herbs and farfalle pasta with asparagus and tomatoes. Thanks to Evie and Feanor, they also had sourdough bread to go along with it and a fancy Elvish dessert.
Off to one side, he had an eggplant out, ready to fix for certain individuals who saw fish and fled in terror.
[ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point of this meal prep, during clean up, or during the meal. Whatever, you guys know I'll tag anything.]
Where: Kitchen/ Dining car
When: Bassoon 4-ish
What: Tony's cooking meals, making treats, and generally trying to keep himself busy
Warnings: Irreverence and Language? The usual.
The last team had done a respectable job in the kitchen. He'd had few complaints during the last month. However, between himself and the rest of the red team, especially Feanor, people were going to be very well fed this month.
Even though there were plenty of cooks in this kitchen for the month, this particular day Tony had taken over the kitchen. He was only sort of sticking to the recipes he'd been given, preferring to use his own or make them up as he went (shocking, I know). Currently he had three dishes he was working on at once. He had some salmon he was curing to make lox, some gummy candy he was making, and the main dish for the evening meal- whole roasted salmon with herbs and farfalle pasta with asparagus and tomatoes. Thanks to Evie and Feanor, they also had sourdough bread to go along with it and a fancy Elvish dessert.
Off to one side, he had an eggplant out, ready to fix for certain individuals who saw fish and fled in terror.
[ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point of this meal prep, during clean up, or during the meal. Whatever, you guys know I'll tag anything.]

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Unfortunately the subject of Jarvis was having a distinct ice bath kind of effect. For five years he'd mourned and missed his friend, right along with all the rest of them. "I was able to bring everyone else back.. but not him." Nor Natasha, but he didn't need to mention that. He looked down at the hand that had donned the gauntlet, remembering how the power had felt simply holding it. He knew what would happen next.
"And now I'm here to bother you. So, it's not all bad."
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"While dinner is cooking if you'd like to take a shower, this would be the time." He'd noticed Tony's coffee cup empty and so had gone to fill it without being asked as had been done for him. "I'll resume cleaning up after dinner."
It would take a bit, but Ignis had been in here cleaning by himself the night the little girl came in and everything had fallen due to the shift of the train. So he was certainly no stranger for taking it on by himself so Tony could rest if he wanted.
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His attention pulled outward again as Ignis offered him time to take a shower. He considered it right up until Ignis said he would continue to clean up his mess. "Thanks but no, I'll keep cleaning with you and shower afterward." He turned so Ignis had a better view of his backside. "But help me out, if I sit on one of the chairs in the dining room am I going to get powdered sugar all over it?"
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The advisor had to turn around and look at something else before he could banish the coughing spell. "I'm sure if you look before you sit down, you should be fine." Yes, tomorrow Tony would go fluttering off to his next victim and all of this would be forgotten by the older man. Ignis would just have to wait this out.
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"If I look where before I sit? I can't see my ass. Do I need a towel to sit on or should I give up and just lose the pants while we eat?" Okay, so he really was a complete menace to society.
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Obviously one of them had to be the adult here and it wasn't Tony.
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Okay fine, he'll leave the poor guy alone and find a towel. "How long do you usually bake that for?" He'd been paying attention to the recipe so far, wanting to try and replicate it later if he could.
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Turning, he started to get the plates and utensils out because it gave him something else to focus on other than to be completely bewildered.
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"You know back home, it's considered a pretty intimate date to cook for another person." He was literally a terrible person.
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He refuses to even consider anything happening here. Tony is bored and he is the intended target for the evening. So he's not going to worry about this being anything more than a getting to know each other thing. The other man is one who enjoys attention from all sorts of people and that's it, just the attention. Tomorrow someone else will be his focus.
Looking over at Tony now, the advisor put his hands on either side of the counter and locked their gazes letting out a sigh. "We are not courting."
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The firmness in the answer took him back a bit. Ah, like he'd originally thought. If this got too far and too uncomfortable, Ignis would let him know- which is what he was doing now. Some of Tony's cheeriness did falter at that, but he shrugs. "Friend date. Whatever." His gaze goes back to what he was doing. He did wonder why Ignis was being such a stick in the mud though. "Ever been on a regular one?"
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Another sigh escaped the advisor as he shook his head. "A friend date indeed." Friends could date but Tony was just being ridiculous. "I'm not cooking dinner.." and then there was that question. Several moments ticked by and green eyes stared.
"Falling into your arms will not be something that I do this evening." Having said that, Ignis turned and got the fish and asparagus out of the oven.
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What was with that look? "So no. Gotcha." He chuckled at Ignis' answer. "You realize that sounded like a challenge if I ever heard one." He adds some berries to the tea and then gets out some ice. "So if you've not been on a date before, that does explain some of the weird looks you keep giving me. But I'm curious, why haven't you? You're an attractive man and a chef to boot. Surely there's someone who has appealed to you before."
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How was this turning into fifty questions? Waiting until Tony got out the berries and ice, he moved out of the other's way so the other could get his supper first. He stood with his back against the counter and had some of the iced tea as he let the older man go on.
Thinking of Noctis and how one sided it was, he shook his head and looked into his tea. "It doesn't matter."
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Settled in the other room, he watched curiously for a moment as he considered that answer. Unrequited then. That was unfortunate. "Perhaps something more comfortable for not-dinner then? Who are you rooming with? I admit, I haven't looked too much where the newer passengers are staying."
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His eyes looked at the table and didn't comment until he got asked the question about the roommates. "I've got a ninja, a spider and Maglor." Maglor was really nice if quiet. The spider still unnerved him and so Ignis tried to not spend any time in there at all. Edge he hadn't really spoken to.
Taking a bite of the fish, he discovered it turned out exactly as he'd planned.
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He laughs hearing that description of the roommates. "Ah! You've got quite a good group then. Edge is amusing, though I suppose he might drive you crazy. His ability to brag puts mine to shame, if you can possibly imagine that. The kids have been calling the spider, Charlotte. She's actually very sweet. She was a human girl who somehow has been turned into this spider we see now. She's terribly obsessed with sweets, so if you ever need anything from here just bring dessert and you're golden."
He takes a bite and pauses in his description. Wow, that was.. "Okay fine you win. You're a much better chef than I am. This is fantastic. Not too many people are willing to mix cheese and fish for some reason, but this is very good." He takes another couple bites, obviously enjoying it. "I take it you used Maglor's name so you've met him at least. He's one of my favorites on board. Have you met the rest of his family on board?"
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And this was exactly what he was expecting, to see the other man be knowledgeable about the passengers and be able to offer insights. Yes, Tony was definitely a social butterfly for certain though it wasn't disappointing.
"Thank you." Ignis replied after hearing Tony was pleased with dinner. Nodding to the question about Maglor after finishing the bite of asparagus he had, he took a sip of the iced tea. "Yes I've met one of his kin on board."
He really wanted to ask if the older man hit on everyone, but the advisor figured he was correct in assuming so. And he didn't want to appear interested.
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He was surprised there were no questions from the other man when he displayed he knew the other people in his room so well. It made him a bit self-conscious wondering if Ignis was truly just putting up with him out of politeness and wanted to leave this dinner as soon as he possibly could. There was a little sign of hope though when he at least was willing to acknowledge Maglor.
"He has three of them. Feanor, Maedhros, and Curufin. Which have you met? They're all quite different. You should get to know Feanor if you haven't. He's one of the front runners for the council."
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He couldn't help but raise his eyes to Tony when he heard the part about Feanor. Well he'd have to keep the elf mind, especially if this was something that would help. "I will most certainly keep that in mind."
Setting his fork down, Ignis fixed his green eyes on Tony. "When you make friends with someone, is it your customary habit to always ask personal questions? Or even to suggest that something is a date?"
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Tony noticed the shift in Ignis' demeanor and looks at him curiously. "First question yes, sort of, and second question no. Well, depends. Would you believe it if I said until this train I didn't really go around attempting to make friends? Back home, I preferred people to leave me the hell alone." He frowns a bit, interpreting the point of this question to mean he wasn't doing a very good job of it. "I ask questions to learn about people and from what I understand it, that's how you find things in common to become friends." He'd read the Win Friends and Influence People by Carnegie, after all. What businessman hasn't? "And the second part, it more depends what I'm after. If I was just trying to hook up with someone I used to put next to no effort in that. You'd be astounded at how many women will sleep with you by being flat out rude to them. Interesting phenomenon. But I haven't had the desire to do that in.." He pauses to think. How long had it been since he and Pepper got serious? "Ten years maybe? Now.. now, I'm not sure what I'm doing as far as that's concerned. I won't ever see my wife again so, does it mean I'm single? I honestly have no idea." It still felt wrong what he'd done with Albany even if they'd both been unattached, so to speak. He just couldn't decide what the rules were when you've made a vow till death do us part and you're basically a dead man still living.
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While working on finishing his dinner, he was pretty damn sure he didn't quite believe Tony about wanting people to leave him alone. So after listening a bit he shook his head at the being rude to women succeeded comment because how in the name of the Six did that even work? It was preposterous.
"She could show up here still and you haven't yet passed in your world. So you may get your chance to see her again." He sighed, not knowing if he was being helpful or not at this point. It seemed as if this train would kidnap anyone, especially if was a spider or children. There didn't seem to have a pattern of discrimination at all. "And besides, if you took up with someone here and she showed, you would need to figure out how to explain things to both parties."
Tony's commentary further solidified that this banter was nothing but sort of game to be played which went against how Ignis worked. So he worked on finishing dinner, thinking of Noct.
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It was sadly true about how women would allow themselves be treated. Once upon a time, he'd experimented with that just to see if it worked. When it did, he'd found it funny. That's who he'd been back then. It.. wasn't something he was proud of now. He wasn't all that sure why he'd even brought that up. Perhaps to show Ignis just a little of the bad he'd done in his life? He could see how repulsed the other man was. How would he react to the rest? It got so much worse than that.
"Maybe." He was losing his appetite now. What would she think if she showed up? He hadn't lasted even a month. So what, did he just keep waiting to see if she did appear? Honestly, that wasn't such a bad idea, at least for a while. And he could continue to argue with Ignis about how imminent his death was, but what was the point of that? The young man either believed him or not. What difference did it make?
And the honest truth was part of it was a game but part of it was he was making an effort to befriend people. He was just a flirt and that tended to be how he interacted with people he found attractive. He did find Ignis attractive, but he also loved a good mystery. Figuring out the other man had pushed him to perhaps be a little more aggressive than he might have otherwise. Besides, he'd just told Ignis that if he was just hooking up with someone, he didn't put any effort into it. So how did the young man explain the effort he'd put into this?
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Hearing the way the 'maybe' was said sounded off. Ignis sighed at himself, so much for best intentions. Hesitantly he had patted Tony on the shoulder which was supposed to be a reassuring gesture. "I know you'll find your answers given time." This was said as he got up to go back to the kitchen.
None of this would be held against the older man. Sure he was aggressive, but Ignis could handle it. "For the record, had you been rude to me I personally wouldn't have given you another thought." There was something of a smile there but there was also a hint of steel because the advisor meant his words.
Wordlessly he took Tony's iced tea glass and coffee cup with him to prepare refills because Ignis believed in spoiling people at times, and being able to have dinner with someone else, even if it was someone as lost and misdirected as the older man was.
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And apparently that was the end of their dinner, Tony thought with a sigh. The young man was getting up and picking up dishes. However, the adviser surprised him with that remark. "As you shouldn't have," Tony agreed with a tired smile. "I wasn't a very good man back then." He had doubts about if he even was now.
When the younger man left the room, he stayed behind. Even if he'd had a really wonderful release of endorphins earlier laughing with Peter, this conversation and what other memories that had been brought up had left him in a downward spiral of thought. He should really leave the young man alone. It wasn't fair to him to be flirted with, especially when Tony wasn't sure they were on the same page with that. To Tony it was a harmless joke between friends, but to Ignis it seemed an insult. That hadn't been his intention, but did that matter? It was the result. Did any of his intentions matter if the result was harmful? He really didn't know.
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