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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 2:42 am
The bonky bomb wanders over to a large book in the back and hops up and down on it, making little meeping noises.
The book is mostly filled with fancy dishes in the front, and easy to cook plain things in the back. There's a lot of wierd scribbles and doodles around the edges of the pages, mostly denoting quantity changes and mistakes. A few journal entries are written here and there, most of which are unreadable because they ramble as though written by a complete loon. On the last page, a recipe for turtle soup, the words "Day 381: Saved! I'm Sav" Are written in a burned corner, the last few letters are burned off.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:06 pm
Destiny walked over, and looked at the book that the bonky bomb was jumping up and down on. " I guess this is the book I need to learn from huh? " She gently picked up the bomb, set it on the counter next to the book, and delicatly began leafing through the pages of the recipie book, taking careful note of the scribbled changes in the margins. These are good. I'll memorize them, then familiarize myself with the kitchen. she thought to herself. She rumaged around in her knapsack, and pulled out a white apron, with lots of pockets, tied it around her waist, and began poking in all the corners of the kitchen, from pantry, to icebox, to spice rack, to dry goods.
By the end of the day, she had become well aquainted with the food prep area, sharpened the exquisite set of choping, slicing, and paring knives.
Early the next morning, about an hour past sunrise, she reported to the manager. I think I know my way around the kitchen, and I memorized the book of reciepies. Do we serve breakfast here? What can I do to help out?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:11 pm
*Sesly bursts in after his work at the camp and walks up to the counter*
Ah, I'm hungry. Lets see... I'll take some bread, butter, a side of duck (or what ever bird looks good) and some iced jin if you've got it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 2:38 am
Merlin stands by, preparing Sesley's food.
"Well, we dinna serve breakfas' per say. People come in an' ask fer food an' we givem what they want, regardless o' th' hours. I dinna sleep much actually." He chuckles.
"Ah, 'ere ye go." Hands over the plate of duck and goes back to get the jin, bread, and butter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:19 pm
Destiny nodded, then went around the tables, seeing if the patrons needed refills on drinks, ale, or beer, more food, or more rolls.
After finishing, she went back to the kitchen to start a batch of rolls and french bread rising.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 11:07 am
Walking into the restuarant, Myere gazed about. It seemed quiet and overly empty. It seemed to him that competition had gotten the better of the Galley Slave. With all the islands patrons going straight to The Spyglass Tavern, which not only served drinks but also food, Myere supposed that the Galley had been overlooked. Too bad really. It had alot of potential.
Walking between the tables, Myere ran a finger along the chairs tops and then stopping, inspected an empty wineglass that stood upside-down upon the tablecloth. It's bottom blanketed in dust, Myere toko teh liberty of blowing the dust away and setting the table straight. Smiling as he finished, he leaned across the table and quirked one of the forks to the left. There... it was perfect.
Tossing his soaked boatcloak upon the barcounter, Myere took a seat upon a stool and sat there. Was it possible to revive Provoka? The life, having seemingly been sucked from it; the village had been abandoned aside from one or two diehard Provokans.
"Dis vill naught doo."
Hoping off the stool, Myere took up his boatcloak and stormed towards the door. Swooshing it over his shoulders, Myere fastened the cloak and disappeared into the stormy darkness of the day.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 9:32 pm
*walks in and takes a seat*
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 12:19 pm
(( Pub is out of business, and is also out of drink/food. Isle is dry of all food and drink provisions. This place is a ghost town. ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:37 pm
( aww that's sad crying . And my character is SO thirsty too hmm will have to think of something.)
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:10 pm
Destiny wanders back and forth, almost like an autamaton, placing empty cups on empty tables, taking imaginary orders, and almost seems to have lost her mind while running an empty resturaunt.
In a sudden flash of clarity, she pulled off her apron, and made her way back to the shipyards, where she worked her day job. Since there were also few commisioned ships, she sits in the empty lumberyard and carves figureheads that will never be used.
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