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| Harvest Feast!; || blaise c. && estate residents | |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 22 2008, 05:34 PM Post #1 |
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[align=right]; autumn twenty-first [cozy] 5:50 -| dining room[/align] "Done!" And he exhaled, relieved for what had to be the first time that entire day. You wouldn't think that an entire morning and afternoon's worth of toiling and gruelling, the whole blood-sweat-and-tears deal, would look at all appealing in the least - but he was convinced there was nothing more beautiful. Bowls of red, green, orange, arranged platters of white, the slick golden-brown shade of perfectly cooked poultry, cute little napkin holders, offwhite plates just awaiting to be heaped with food, and the glimmer of silverware, clean and neatly arranged, brightening up the display in all its glory. Chef Blaise looked over this table as if it were his first newborn child. Yes, it had taken its toll on him - you could almost see the shadows around his eyes from that all-nighter he'd taken in preparation - and yes, he may have been a touch delirious after all that. But a little pinch of madness never hurt anyone, especially the artistic genius (?!) that Blaise so obviously was. Everything arranged so pleasingly on the spotless, deep maroon tablecloth; spoons tilted nicely in their designated bowls, glasses gleaming, just in reach, every individual aroma of the fresh-out-of-the-oven goods filling the entire kitchen and dining area like the most drool-worthy of perfumes. Food-wise, he'd gone all out. There was turkey, of course, ready to be cut, and potatoes, mashed to perfection - stuffing, cranberries, breads of all flavours, elaborate salads, dishes filled with every harvestable vegetable imaginable, each accompanied by some kind of sauce or cream or gravy - and then there's the wine, a delightful centerpiece, a decent handful of ages and brands to choose from. It was a cornucopia of simplicity, but man, that cornucopia was stuffed to the absolute brim. Blaise gave everything a cheery once-over before deciding that yes, it was perfect, and a glance to the clock told him he had a bit of time yet to spare. Practically on the cloud nine of pride, he scurried back over to the kitchen area to tidy a bit. Now all there was to do was to do was check on dessert and wait for the 'prestigious' guests to arrive... |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 22 2008, 06:01 PM Post #2 |
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It had been a rather slow, boring, and over all uneventful day for the young maid. Instead of busying herself with making the beds, washing dishes, or dusting, Kin had found that on this Harvest Feast, she had nothing to do. Earlier that morning when Kin had begone her normal every day activities of making the beds none other then Mayor Thomas had found her and told her that she was to take the day off. And under no circumstances was she to do any cleaning in the house what so ever. Afraid to go against her employers orders the girl had busied herself with the costumes she was in charge of creating, which would be needed in a matter of days. So thats how the women had spent her day, cutting fabric, pinning them together, sewing hems, and ironing. True she had stopped to go enjoy a nice game of Cards with the Mayors wife Anne, but over all it had been a rather slow day. Not that she was complaining now, every now and then, Kin supposed she had to take a break. All that day Kin had heard the Estate Cook darting around his kitchen trying to get everything done in time. Once or twice she had stuck her head in to see how things were going, all she could say was, she'd have lots of cleaning up after dinner. So as hours passed and the scent of dinner escaped the kitchen and ran throughout the entire estate, filling the house with such warmth and love, Kin could not wait for dinner. So at around five, Kin had excused herself from Anne and their game and headed up to her room to get ready for dinner. Not wanting to over dress or anything like that, Kin had selected to wear a very fall like dress. An Orange dress with brown trimming, pulled together with black tights and a matching hat. Happy with everything, Kin allowed her nose to guide her towards the Dinning room. Everything looked perfectly cooked and seasoned, and the dinning table was just to die for. Walking in Kin noticed that she was the first one besides besides Blaise who was over in the kitchen area cleaning up. "Everything smells delicious Blaise! And please," she walked over towards the man placing herself between the mess and himself "You've done your job, allow me to handle cleaning everything up, okay?" |
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| nofakeFACES. | Aug 22 2008, 06:35 PM Post #3 |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 22 2008, 09:53 PM Post #4 |
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"Everything smells delicious Blaise! That actually startled him - well, sleep deprivation can do that to a person, I guess. But at least all he'd been holding was the handle to the oven door, as opposed to, say, a pot of boiling water or something. That would have evoked immediate disaster and put a serious damper on the dinner, if not ruining it completely. Luckily, all it came down to was a bit of a noisy click as he slammed the oven door shut from a surprised reflex. Too bad the tip of his thumb was in the way. "A-aah! Miss Kin!" His voice cracked a bit as he scrambled for a smile and hastily yanked his hand away, hiding the slight but unexpected injury behind his back as he greeted the maid. "Th-thank you, I hope everyone likes it. You're only a little ear--" As she went on to maneuver around him and insist he not clean, Blaise blinked, struggling to pay attention instead of focusing on the throbbing of his slightly burnt, slightly doorjammed finger. "Ah, no, please don't worry about it. I have everything under control. Now-" Letting his Chef's Eager Pride take over, the man stepped around her and nudged her gently in the shoulder with his hands - two at first, though he was quick to withdraw the sore one - and carefully attempted to steer her back to the dining area. "Please take a seat, Miss Kin, the others should be here soon." Not seconds after he said this did he realize Lyra was already seated. "Oh! Ly-- Miss Lyra!" He'd forgotten the rule for a second - how he was obligated while working to refer to people as miss, mistress, madam, sir, master - only because he had never really seen much of Lyra under the Estate roof. "Thank you for joining us this evening," he greeted, somehow awkwardly. But cheerfulness lit up his face instantaneously - good! She'd come, just like she said she would. Then, looking between the two, he remembered Lyra having mentioned never really meeting the other maid. So, taking up the role of Host here (well, who else was going to, really?) he set up a neat little ice-breaking introduction. "Miss Lyra, this is Tsuy-- Kin, Miss Kin, this is Lyra. I'll be back in just a moment to serve some drinks, please make yourselves comfortable." With that, he made an immediate B-line for the sink. And cold water. (well xD i was nice for a second there...) |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 22 2008, 10:25 PM Post #5 |
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Kin shuttered at the large crashing sound erupting directly the oven door, though that was not the only loud noise. Eyes closing quickly she tried to drain out the noise of Blaise's all the sudden scream, opening a single eye she winced seeing that he had closed the door right on his thumb. Was he alright? wanting nothing more then to take his hand and examin the injury, Kin watched as he quickly offered a hand then, in a flash began scratching behind his head. "Blaise! Are you okay?" Leaning forward trying despertly to get a look at his thumb, Kin let out a sigh and figured just to drop it. He obvisouly didn't hurt it that bad, and the sharp pain must have died down by then. Still when Blaise pushed her aside telling her that everything was alright and to go sit down, Kin could do nothing but follow his order. Walking over into the dinning area, seeing the other maid, who she had never really talked to before. Taking a seat across from the women, she gave a warm yet awkward smile, before turning to stare down at her dress. When Blaise began to introduce her to the stranger Kin's head shot up, glancing left and right not really sure of what was going on, she once again turned to face the other maid known as Lyra. Kin giggled at the brave attempt Blaise had given to correctly introduce her to Lyra. "Hello, its a pleasure to finally meet you." Offering a hand over the table she waited for the women to take it. "Its pretty silly, isnt? We work and live in the same house, yet, we've never really met" |
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| usagi | Aug 23 2008, 01:10 AM Post #6 |
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| nofakeFACES. | Aug 23 2008, 05:47 AM Post #7 |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 23 2008, 10:17 PM Post #8 |
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Unsure of what to do next, Kin continued to linger momentarily over the arragement of color plates and napkins. Seeing no sign of Lyra reaching out to take her sign of friendliness, feeling rather silly, she gave a tiny grunt before retreating back into her seat, all around feeling rather silly. Sinking down into her chair, the older maid stared at the silent girl, to see if she would speak at all. When she did, Kin regreated having to lean forward, seeing Lyra's voice was so quite and mouse like, it was difficult to hear. "Thats fine," Kin waved off the comment she'd given. "Still, I think we should try to get to know each other a bit, don't you argee?" Leaning forward once again, Kin spotted the dish filled to the rim with baby carrots. Swapping a few for herself, she daintly chewed on the orange vegtable all the while wishing Blaise would hurry up and get back from the kitchen. He'd be able to vanquish this awkaward silence. Oh, how lady luck liked to watch her suffer. While her prayers of somebody coming to break the silence were answered. That somebody, just happened to be the somebody, Kin had been doing her best to avoid. When the door opened and the jolly warm voice of the mayor filled the room, Kin glanced up suprised to see none other then "Mr MacFarland, what a suprise!" voice truly filled with suprise, Kin had expected him to take dinner up in his room. "Just a pleasure that you'll be dinning with us!" Standing up quickly, and pushing her chair in, the maid swiftly strolled over towards the Mayor, and with much more ease then anyone else, placed a big fat kiss on his balding head. "Happy Harvest Festival Mayor Thomas, thank you so much allowing us to eat together." Giving him a warm smile, Kin once again took her seat, doing her best to avoid any sideway glance Cole might give her. |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 24 2008, 12:06 AM Post #9 |
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Within moments, Blaise had taken care of the problem. Being the inexperienced screw-up he was, he'd become quite used to reaching up into that top cupboard to grab first aid supplies - be he mending a cut, scrape, bump, or, in this case, a stunning burn/bruise combo. With the ointment applied and a clean, discrete bandage over the tip of his poor battered thumb, he turned the tap of, took a deep breath and - back to work! Scurry, scuffle, check this, adjust this, and Blaise emerged from his little kitchen sanctuary once more to continue his all-too-rare role of host. Just in time, too: the mayor had arrived, along with a -- guest? This should have sent up a red flag right away, but Blaise just sent the newcomer a shiny-sparkly welcoming smile. Cole McFallen... As he stored that away in his memory (well, the Estate was small, so you never knew when you would have a run-in with anyone), he seemed to remember something, vaguely, a name he was supposed to remember that sounded sort of like that... But he brushed it aside instantly, completely convinced McFallen wasn't it. So there was nothing to worry about. Caught up in his own thoughts, he failed to hear Kin's greeting, instead focused entirely on carrying out his duties as self-proclaimed Host of the Harvest Feast. Seeing that the table was full, and supposing that the guests must all be hungry, he quickly made his way to the far end of the table. Blaise cleared his throat. And then hesitated for a moment. There were only... four people, and yet, being that they were all his esteemed coworkers (plus the mayor and his guest) he couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated. Slightly. But he quickly gathered up his scattered nerves and started. "Welcome to the Estate's Harvest Feast, everyone," he spoke, a bit of his old-time charm seeping through into his clear words, "I hope you all enjoy your evening and the meal that's been prepared for the festival. Feel free to help yourselves to anything on the table, and may I ask what everyone would like for drinks?" At that moment, he kind of resembled an over-eager, freshly employed waiter at some restaurant far too prestigious for his lacking level of expertise... but, well, Blaise didn't seem to mind at all, what with the Dancing Daisies of Pride that seemed to be flitting all around his beaming face at that moment. No more mistakes tonight. He was (a bit unjustly?) confident of that. |
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| usagi | Aug 24 2008, 12:24 AM Post #10 |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 24 2008, 05:09 PM Post #11 |
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Wait? Blaise was leaving her? He was actually going to leave her with this complete nut case and go get everyone drinks? Goddess only knew how long that would take, leaving her to be the victim of yet another sexual harassment? Glancing up nervously at the man who had begun to speak with such authority and pride, it was a wonder he wasn't the Mayor opening his table for his employees. Still watching him vanish into the unknown Kin called out after him. "Anything is fine with me," Sinking down into the very comfortable chair, Kin's eyes scattered all over the table taking in everything. From the type of silver used for the silverware, to the type of fabric used for the napkins. Still no matter how she tried to busy herself with mindless distractions, Kin could not help but notice the seat next to her, being pulled out. And a rather unwanted presence place itself next to her, like some old time friend. Turning her attention back to the silverware right in front of her, Kin reached out taking the seeming to be perfect spoon in her grasp. Flipping it over and over she soon began to rub away at the spoon, as if trying to make it even cleaner then it was before. Now, to the untrained eye, the spoon seemed spotless, but, nothing escaped the trained eye she possessed, it was easy to see that a slight imperfection was located at the base of the handle. And being the freak that she was, Kin could not stand to eat with such a imperfection, such as thing, right in front of her eye. Still, soon it was clean, and Kin was left with nothing to distract her. So as much as she hated to do it, turned towards Cole and asked the rather boring question of "So, Mr MacFarland, how are you enjoying the island so far?" |
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| usagi | Aug 25 2008, 12:12 AM Post #12 |
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| Tomoyo | Aug 25 2008, 01:18 AM Post #13 |
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Kin watched out of the corner of her emerald gem like eyes as Cole's stomach cried out in hunger as if he had not eaten in an eternity. Seeing that he was begining to stack up on whatever fit his fancy, Kin only sat still, ankles crossed, hands seated perfectly in her lap the perfect image of a proper lady waiting. It seemed rather rude, that Cole, instead of waiting patiently for Blaise to return, had chosen to satsify his stomach and eyes, before everyone had taken their seat at the table. Eyes skillfully watching how his body, what type of moments took place before he reached for something to add to his plate, Kin caught him in the act, just before he was about to grab another thing (( Dont know what he likes, I'll let you decide what she takes away from him )) to add to his plate, Kin gracefully reached out,swapping the dish from his grasp and placed it on her side so he could not reach it. "Wait," was all she said, before going back into her lady like postiton. Still as mean as it might have been, denying Cole of his food rights, the maid couldn't help but feel a sorth of self righteousness, who would have thought teasing would be so fun? Letting out a soft chuckle the girl stared at the center of the table and at Cole's empty wine glass. Was he really that stuck up he couldn't get it himself? Sitting up, the girl took the wine bottle into her hands and stared at the date, at least ten years old, never been opened. Not that she was an experct on wine, but the one thing she did know was, wine like women, got better with age. So with a sigh and a grunt the weak girl struggled to open the bottle. Finally after a few painstaking moments of grunting and twisting the bottle gave a Pop! and she watched as the cork fell to the table with a loud CLANK Meekly falling back into her seat, she reached for Cole's glass and poared the wine till it was halfway full, then adding a tiny amount to her own, she set the bottle back in the middle of the table. As she was doing this, she couldn't help but feel eyes ogling her up and down. Wanting nothing more then to slap the man in the face and say 'I'm up here Kin thought better of it, and simply let it slide. 'You look nice' Well, what was she supposed to say to that? Face going the shade of a tomato, she began to scold herself for even listening to the man. Still, it wasn't every day Kin found herself being complemented by a man such as himself. "....Thank you...and yes, I've been busy reorganizing that mess of a attic, and getting ready for the Autumn Masquerade Festival, so I've been very busy. Tell me Mr. Marfarland will you be joining in on the festivities?" (sorry for taking so long )) |
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| usagi | Aug 25 2008, 01:41 AM Post #14 |
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| dazzlatte! | Aug 25 2008, 03:43 AM Post #15 |
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Anxiety and excitement, when combined, were a dangerous drug. He felt on edge and antsy, like his head was going a million miles an hour and his body was too sluggish to keep up. It wasn't entirely unpleasant - just worrisome. I mean, the guy could barely go for a leisurely walk without smashing into some tree or falling into some ditch or losing a shoe or something... whoever had agreed to let him organize an event like this, pretty much on his own, had made some seriously bad judgement calls. (Poor, poor Thomas.) But he was determined to succeed, and pressed on against all odds. He plucked up one of the wine bottles after receiving drink requests, all-too-happily, but was distracted by something as he opened it. “So, Mr. MacFarland, how are you enjoying the island so far?” The expected pop was followed by a resounding smack as the cork, aimed improperly due to Blaise's momentary space-out, flew to the other end of the room and bounced off a wall. He jumped a little out of his daze, wondering what had triggered it. "Ah!-Excuse me," Embarassed, he set the bottle down and rushed over to retrieve the cork, relieved to see it hadn't left a hole in the drywall or anything. The pressure must be getting to him. I mean, his boss was sitting right there, no doubt evaluating his every move, so it was just natural he would react that way, right? By the time he'd trotted back (lost cork in hand), though, Kin had already opened up another bottle and poured herself and Cole McFallen some wine. A bit crestfallen (but he had held everyone up with his little mess-up), he took one of the opened bottles and roamed to the other side of the table to serve Lyra and Mayor Thomas. As he was filling the dark-haired maid's glass, though, something slowly dawned on him. McFa...MacFa...? Without fully realizing it, he'd tilted his head at an angle to stare at the Mayor's guest strangely. Mid-pour. And then, as his caterpillar brain digested two labels and the conversation going on, his own eyebrows began to slowly, slowly crawl up his forehead. Mister... MacFarland...? "Guh!" His arm jerked then, a slosh of the liquid coming to his immediate attention. As he quickly pulled the bottle away to stop pouring, there were two serious issues presented very nicely before Blaise's eyes: one, he had just discovered there was a Lecherous and Criminally Evil Potential Rapist sitting at this very table, and two, he'd completely left Lyra's glass to overflow, a nasty wine-spatter on the tablecloth proof of his blunder. This was almost too much for him to handle without, y'know, exploding then and there. For a second, it even looked like he would. "Uh---Miss--ah---sorry! I'll get -- be right -- one moment," And he fled to the cabinets yet again, panic and confusion reaching an all-time high. "P-please go ahead and eat, everyone!" He called as a robotic response, Autopilot Chef kicking into gear - Frantic Blaise, meanwhile, rummaged through the cupboards, searching desperately for napkins, towels - or, better yet, a solution to this disaster. |
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