(GM-Led) Memaw's Kitchen
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@TableTopProphet
“Oh, Gus! Hi hello! I didn’t see you there, yes yes uh last night… I do believe there was a little mishap with some ˢᵖᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍˢ but the important thing here is that I’ve got a new batch coming in and I’ve made some excellent progress on my latest little sculpture!”I reveal a small sculpture from behind my back and jiggle it expectantly at Gus. It’s a small bust of Gus himself, it's been crafted from some kind of green goop.
LiveTale Art Director
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The revulsion of watching his craft be inhaled by the goliath rolls across Rev's face. He manages to school his features into a raised eyebrow and slight pursing of his lips. But the shock tinges his voice as he grabs another glass...
"No, no, no friend! You have to savor it! This is s symphony. A magnum opus of tangy fruity delight!"
Rev takes his time placing another slim glass upon the counter. His anger permeates into exaggerated movements as he fills it with ice and begins to crush the mint with mortar and pestal.
"First, ice to cool the glass and refresh, then mint to sing and zing into your very toes. Yea those things way down there. Heavens to betsie, those boots are made for stomping.?
Rev glances up briefly, noting the agitated quiver in Numan's brow, the tremor in his hands.
"I know you are new, but Jimmy would always sit with me for a couple of drinks. Now, we add the lime for that pucker and a little of this and that, until finally..."
Rev squeezes half a lime into the perspiring glass, followed by a flurry of half pours, until he unveils a green bottle label yellowed with age.
"Mon amour."
Uncorking it, he inhales deeply, eyes fluttering in euphoric pleasure as he pours generously into the glass, topping it with another sprig of lime peel. Numan white knuckles the drink and makes to slosh it to the back of his throat, but he is quickly distracted by Rev dangling from his wrist.
"NNNNNoooooo, you have to smell it first mon bête noire!"
Settling back behind the bar, Rev takes a second to yank down his vest and run a hand through his hair.
"Now, first a sniff then a sip! By the way - " Rev stops to motion to the packages on the hand cart, "Is this the jugs of vinegar Opal ordered? We ran out yesterday, and there's no way those pickles are gonna brine themselves!"
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@TableTopProphet
Maxwell touched his hair with a finger to check the damage the heat had caused. "Will it do?" he thought. No, he knew better; there was no need to hurry, as haste led to doubt, and too much could harm his work. He washed his hair in the sink and dried it with a hand towel and the sun's help. As he did so, he got lost in thought.The basement offered benefits: he could concentrate on his work, gather himself, and dodge curious glances at his scars. But on a hot day like this, maintaining a balanced mood was challenging. Nevertheless, he inhaled the aroma of the beans slowly, finding the basement captured the scent well, and it helped Maxwell regain focus. He couldn't let his emotions affect the feeling he wanted the coffee to evoke.
"Focus, take it in, let the beans tell you how they wish to be prepared."
Each burlap sack emitted a unique rhythm, and he listened. One carried a tune of reminiscence, another a song of loss and acceptance, and yet another a joyous, uplifting hum. Regardless of the guest, Maxwell would be ready to offer the right atmosphere. A gentle smile crossed his face, knowing he would be prepared to create a perfect end to their night.
He snapped out of his reverie, realizing he needed the list. Maxwell applied pomade once more, adjusted his tie, and donned his suit jacket. After a final glance in the mirror, he nodded to himself and headed upstairs to find the guest list.
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A flicker of movement draws Revs attention from the trap he has laid, the lubricious coiffure of Maxwell bobbing into view from the basement stairs. His movements measured and sure as he reaches the summit of the landing, and Rev calls to him,
"Maxwell! I have something you must taste, I'm sure it will be so good you'll finish every last drop!"
Numans head jerks to toward the back room, eyes bulging as Maxwells lithe form crosses the threshold.
"Come meet my new friend, Numan. "
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@mianngu
The moment Maxwell stepped onto the main floor, Rev called him over. A cold drink did sound tempting after the heat he'd endured.Maxwell paused, seeing an unfamiliar, tall frame. BY reflex mind started a threat assessment, but he quickly dismissed it. The man was clearly just making a delivery.
"Morning, Rev," Maxwell said. "Care to introduce your new friend?"
As he spoke, Maxwell reached out to shake Numan's hand. "Pleasure to meet you," he added, staying polite and composed
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@Kismet
"Who is that supposed to be?!" barks Gus as he has a bad eye for art, especially art of the gelatinous medium.He sighs and surrenders to whatever it is you're up to.
"Fine! You know what? doesn't matter. (He turns to the kitchen) EVERYONE! CHANGE ON TONIGHT'S MENU, WE'RE SERVING FANTASY JELLO WITH SOME SORT OF... ORANGE? TOPPING? IRENAH WILL GET YOU THE DETAILS. LET'S MAKE A COHESIVE DINING EXPERIENCE TONIGHT, PEOPLE, WE DON'T WANT A REPEAT OF THE FANTASY EASTER FESTIVAL. LET'S GET TO WORK! DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE MEMES!"
(Gus catches Irenah's shoulder before she can slip away. You look at his hand with concern, and Gus let's go only realizing his error of grabbing you after he had already done it. he tilts his head and rolls his eyes with an informal "sorry" and continues his boss-splaining. )
"You're lucky the pastry chef called in sick today."
You smile knowing what this means, and Gus grins because he knows you've been waiting for this moment.
"Get it over to the spice station and work out your dream flavor profile with Xan ( @Faye ). Then make sure Max ( @KaeZero ) and Rev ( @mianngu ) know how to pair it with a good coffee and night cap. The Presentation is great, station chef... and I see no Satyr hairs in it this time. It's an improvement, and oddly.... handsome. But don't shirk your other responsibilities. I need you focused. Some of these guest have been booked for years, and (he repeats himself) we don't need another fantasy Easter festival on our hands. understood?"
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Numan's head is spinning between drinks, handshakes, and questions. He's probably never had so much attention all at once in his life. The vein pulsing in his forehead says so (or is that a worm?). If his cheeks could blush, they would.
This author doesn't know what a panicking sloth looks like, but I'd imagine it to be something like what Numan is doing at this moment.
In a tizzy, Numan sniffs Maxwell's hand and shakes the drink, sloshing most of it about on the floor and everyone in proximity. Then he corrects himself, shaking Maxwell's hands and sniffing what few drops remain of Rev's drink.
SORRY...I
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NOOOOMANNN...DAR...FFGSSH
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THE PLEASURE IS ALL
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THE BOXES ARE....
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DID YOU JUST CALL ME...
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FRIEND?"His cataract-ridden eyes would water if they could. His tear ducts sigh with tiny comedic squeals like squeezing the air out of tiny balloons. He grins from ear to ear. All he ever wanted was a friend. Numan lifts a pinkie from the glass as he awkwardly attempts to savor the last few drops that remain unspilled.
As he raises the glass to his lips, from this angle Rev notices a tiny ladybug tattoo on his wrist, turning knots in his stomach.
Numan readjusts. He drops the glass clumsily and then "quickly" grabs the Signing Tablet.
"NO NEED TO SIGN...
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HAVE A GOOD DAY."he "rushes" out the door in a scramble. Both Max and Rev's faces read "WTF" as the door chimes again on the swing back.
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Boof is wrenched awake at the sound of Gus's bellowing. Yes, she fell asleep inside the host podium while reaching for a little ginger candy. Boof giggles obnoxiously at herself, immediately wincing at the sudden pain in her dome piece.
She tidies her things just slightly at the host station (it's good enough bah), then pulls out a special tea mixture she'd been meaning to share with Memaw, but kept forgetting to bring to work. Boof procured this smelly tea from some wizard lookin' fellow at a shindig the other night. The dude seemed well meaning, and Boof does NOT turn down free stuff.
Boof moseys on over behind the bar to get something piping hot to pop this tea into. The long tall ones were nowhere to be seen, so she had to climb up onto the counter to properly do what needs doing. "Should I let them know that my dirty peets have been on the counter?" she asked herself. Over little to no though, Boof guffaws and shakes her head while grabbing a nearby kettle. Humming a strange toon she heard at the rave last night, she heated the water, plopped the tea bags into her and Memaw's cups, and starting to rooting around for something to munch on with the funky smelling tea. She settled on some cheese crackers hiding below the bar counter and some sort of jerky-meat stuff that just happened to be chilling next to the cheese crackers. How convenient!
By the time Boof had a haphazard presentation of cheese crackers and mystery meat on a large cutting board, the tea was sufficiently steeped and ready for sippin'. Boof put the two cups onto the board and started padding her way over where she would surely find Memaw waiting patiently.
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And there she is, right where you left her last time: on the rocking chair, back porch patio. Except for this time she has a faded stamp on her hand of a cartoon kitten, the same one you have on your hand from last night's rave.
Memaw grins at the patter of your feet as she slowly sits up, and mumbles some incoherent greeting.
As she sips the tea with a shaky hand, one eyebrow rises over her sunglasses, her lips purse over her toothless gums and the hairs on her lip stand straight.
"Timothy?" She says with absolutely no context. A faded memory? A dream? Probably the name of the wizard who gave you the tea-drops. Doesn't matter.
She savors a cracker, biting it in half, as crumbs fly out with each word. "Shuffle the deck fo me, T-bebe. Memaw done lef dem in her purse somewheres."
You take the deck from her purse, ignoring the otherworldly horrors down there in that infinite abyss. After you wrestle it loose from a few grasping vines and close the purse, you shuffle, then spread them out on the table just like she taught you.
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Lily The Dancer: For Lily, the Tarot cards suggest that she is feeling lost and unsure about her identity without dancing. The Five of Cups suggests that she is mourning the loss of something she held dear, while the Four of Pentacles suggests that she is holding onto her past and not embracing change. The advice for Lily is to open herself up to new experiences and explore other passions in life.
Max The Inventor: The Tarot cards suggest that Max is feeling overwhelmed by his financial situation and doubting his ability to achieve his goals. The Seven of Pentacles suggests that he is feeling a sense of stagnation and impatience, while the Five of Swords suggests that he may be sabotaging himself by taking on too much or not asking for help. The advice for Max is to take a step back and reassess his priorities, and perhaps seek guidance from a mentor or trusted friend.
Jake The Superhero: The Tarot cards suggest that Jake is struggling with grief and is looking for a way to channel his emotions. The Five of Cups suggests that he is mourning a loss, while the Eight of Swords suggests that he may be feeling trapped by his emotions. The advice for Jake is to acknowledge his feelings and allow himself to process his grief, perhaps by seeking support from loved ones or a therapist.
Maya The Explorer: The Tarot cards suggest that Maya is feeling limited by her physical condition and struggling to accept her limitations. The Five of Pentacles suggests that she may be feeling left out or excluded, while the Wheel of Fortune suggests that she is going through a period of change and transition. The advice for Maya is to focus on what she can do, rather than what she cannot, and to seek out new experiences that can bring her joy and fulfillment.
Alex The Musician: The Tarot cards suggest that Alex is feeling heartbroken and struggling to find his creative inspiration. The Three of Swords suggests that he is going through a painful breakup, while the Page of Swords suggests that he may be feeling blocked creatively. The advice for Alex is to take time to heal from his heartbreak and to seek inspiration from new sources, perhaps by collaborating with other musicians or trying out new genres of music.
Sophie The Writer: The Tarot cards suggest that Sophie is putting too much pressure on herself to be perfect, which is blocking her creativity. The Four of Cups suggests that she may be feeling unfulfilled or dissatisfied, while the Ace of Swords suggests that she needs to clear her mind and cut through the mental clutter. The advice for Sophie is to let go of her perfectionism and embrace the creative process, even if it means making mistakes along the way.
Marco The Chef: The Tarot cards suggest that Marco is feeling insecure about his abilities as a chef, which is hindering his creativity. The Seven of Cups suggests that he may be feeling overwhelmed by choices, while the Nine of Swords suggests that he is plagued by self-doubt and anxiety. The advice for Marco is to trust in his instincts and to focus on creating dishes that bring him joy and satisfaction, rather than worrying about pleasing critics.
Emily The Romantic: The Tarot cards suggest that Emily is feeling disillusioned about love and struggling to trust again. The Three of Cups suggests that she may be feeling isolated or disconnected from others, while the Two of Swords suggests that she may be avoiding facing her emotions. The advice for Emily is to allow herself to feel vulnerable and to take small steps towards opening herself up to love again, perhaps by going on dates or seeking out social events where she can meet new people.
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Xan.
I glance my eyes discretely at each of my coworkers that are drinking the tea I lovingly made them - each queuing up their respective inner strengths, insights, and hallucinations. I wonder what each of them feels and sees. I ponder Gus's list, he always puts such care into the composition of the dining experience, handing out roles to the patrons as readily as he hands them out to us. At least... I think it is him making the list. I never really asked where the lists come from.
My thoughts drift to my sisterhood. If we were to to have eaten here back in our heyday, as a treat, would he have accommodated us? What roles would each of us been given to play in our dining experience? Questions I fear I may never have the answer to, as I have no idea where anyone is. I make a note to make the rounds during my free time tomorrow, and see who I can find and touch base with from the old crew.
Focus. FOCUS. The guest list is what's important right this moment. Obviously dreams are important, but today I am making a multitude of spice mixes, most of which are to chef spec as per my peers in the kitchen, but there is one where I have a little more... creative liberty:
A mix to infuse in a mead to be served at the start of the meal. I naturally lean to inspiring the inspirers: The Musician, the Inventor, maybe the Dancer and Superhero too? I think about what they have in common and it hits me, tonight may be about playing the patrons off each other. Resonating them against each other. The Dancer and the Inventor can help heal each other with purpose. The Musician and Superhero can help heal each other with empathy. Purpose and empathy... That's royal queen possumbee jelly, which is great because I have some from the harvest I used to ferment the trolls blood. With this, we'll nudge the patrons to feel each others' hurts with a compulsion to contemplate how their unique talents can help the immediate "hive", in this case our venue. I pour all of the royal jelly I have into a cloth sack along with the rest of the spice infusion mix I already prepped, and tie it off before dunking it into the barrel of basic mead and covering it to soak until it is time to serve.
With that out of the way, I look towards Irenah @Kismet, "Since this is for the finisher, I think we should focus on enhancing the guests who can best close out the experience. What do you think?"
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Shapes and colors danced in front of Boof's eyes. For a moment she thought for sure she was going to hurl, but, just in time, the speed with which things were racing around started to slow down and come together.
So many different people here, with such complicated backgrounds and feelings. This might be an interesting table setting to be sure. Boy oh boy does Boof love the TEA, though.
Jake and Emily HAVE to sit next to each other, Boof determined as she observed the visions in front of her. Meanwhile, back in the real world, she was jotting down haphazard drawings of the people as a way of keeping track. She could just write their names, but what fun is that? Now who else to sit with the romantic and the superhero, hmmm... how about Max.
Next table! Let's put Alex, Lily and Maya together. Boof tries to remember if she checked to see if the pen she's using works well. She always forgets to do that! This process is pretty crucial since upon coming out of the vision, Boof doesn't really remember faces to names and whatnot. Though her drawings are abysmal, she can decipher them quite well for this application. Don't want another situation like last time happening... She's pretty sure it's fine.
Annnd the last table, one for two as it were. Looks like the writer and the chef are gonna cozy up together. Perhaps they can create the worlds next best cookbook. Boof makes a mental note to remember their names so she can collect once they make it big. She did pair them up after all, sooooo...
As Boof finishes the arrangements, she feels herself being gently pulled back, flashing and racing colors slowly fading out to reveal Memaw, smiling with her hands clasped in her lap. Once Boof has fully regained her normal vision, she looks down at her pad of paper to see... nothing.
Boof is taken aback for a second... then starts giggling like the mad little gnome she is. This is fine, it's fine!
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( Hi all! Going thru a personal medical emergency IRL with my spouse. I'll get back to this once things settle down. Life has a way of throwing curveballs. I'll be back soon enough. cheers. )
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Omg! Take your time, I hope your partner feels better soon!
