[Midnight Hotel] April catch-all

[gistful]

Characters: Anyone, everyone.
Date: Month of April, 2016.
Location: The Midnight Hotel.
Situation: Catch-all post! Feel free to use this post for anything that happens within the Midnight Hotel during the month of April, using the subject header to label specific rooms or for specific people. See also the OOC note at the bottom.
Warnings/Rating: None thus far.

The last month has seen some new faces, including a young man by the name of Yuri who’s taking over the Hotel’s breakfasts. Thanks to a suggestion by Skulduggery Pleasant, there is now a sheet on the desk for newcomers to write their names and languages—an informal Foreigner census sheet, as it were.

There is also a new feature in the lobby—a birdhouse with a peppermint-fragranced candle on the porch and an owl tucked inside to project the nest. It’s hung from the balcony over the desk, and in fact its presence there has dissolved some tensions among the kedan which had not been readily apparent until they were gone. If anyone asks, the kedan will freely explain that a house-guardian traditionally protects a homestead against nightmares, bad luck and ill-will. Fighting under the eye of a house-guardian is Very Bad Luck, even if fighting in the Hotel wasn’t bad luck already.

The garage is also newly opened, shiny and bright and still smelling of steel and brick from the construction. The Bentley has claimed her rightful place inside it, but be careful about touching her; her owner is possessive. There is a sign-up sheet at the front desk for the four fee-based work-spaces now available there. They’re medium-sized and in cubicles against the wall, with some space underneath for storage and power outlets. Chairs are bring-your-own. There are also storage spaces on the other wall, for those who’d like to lock their things away somewhere more private.

In general, however, the Hotel is running quite smoothly and more and more the kedan are relaxed about being there. Those who are regulars are less likely to call it ‘the Foreigner’s hotel’ and more likely to call it by its name, in passive recognition of its place in the city at large rather than as a representative of the outsiders.

[ooc: The Midnight Hotel’s status page is available here, with the rules at the top and ongoing status at the bottom. PLEASE POST TO THE STATUS PAGE IF YOUR CHARACTER WOULD LIKE A ROOM OR A JOB. Anton will manufacture means of payment until Foreigners are able to properly offer recompense or choose to move out.

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[wolfstrike]

The patrons of the hotel will start seeing a certain face every morning, possibly from now on, in the kitchen for breakfast. He doesn't exactly look like a cook, since you know, he's always wearing black and has a weird looking sword sitting nearby as he cooks. Plus one might notice that his movements are a bit stiff, as he's still recovering from the stab wound that he arrived with. But he's not letting that slow him down. Or at least not willingly.

Those coming in for breakfast will find an assortment of foods to choose from:
Crepes, Fruit Parfaits, Rice Balls, Omelette Rice, Miso Soup, Fish with Miso Sauce, Scottish Eggs, Croquettes, and sometimes maybe even a Cake. Generally this list isn't available every morning, just a few from it. Unless someone makes a request. But if there's nothing to your liking, he will take any recipes and do the best he can with it.

By the way, the croquettes are to die for. And were made with love. <3

[phoenixstrut]

Though she's not big on eating a lot of food, Dove can't resist the smells coming from the kitchen of the hotel in the mornings, and like a moth to flame, she'll be one of the first to venture in a few days after her arrival, her wings away for now. She pauses in the door way upon recognizing the man cooking, but shakes it off. Their first encounter was...awkward at best, but she's determined to get past that. He seemed nice, anyway, and this looks like a comfortable opportunity.

So, moving to an empty counter, she casually crosses her arms and leans forward on her elbows to watch him cook, eyeing one of the fruit parfaits he's put together. "So you're to blame for the smell in the lobby, hm?" she greets, lifting her eyes to watch him again.

She's quick to note the way he's moving, and her eyes travel over him to search for the cause, but she won't point it out just yet.

[wolfstrike]

Yuri looked up from what he was doing as Dove strode in and took a seat, a little smirk on his face as he turned over a croquette in a frying pan.

"Hey it's better than Anton's prepackaged meals."

Sorry Anton, but fresh cooking is always better.

[phoenixstrut]

"I would agree, but I haven't eaten any of them," she smiles. "Or any of your cooking. So really, I've no comparison."

Still watching him, she tilted her head again at his stance. "How have you been? Any more Angels waking up in your bed?"

[wolfstrike]

"That's a pretty personal question, but nope. You're the only one."

And with that he placed a croquette on a plate and offered it to her.

[phoenixstrut]

She smirked, and shook her head, stifling a small laugh. At least he had a good sense of humor toward it.

"I would say I'm flattered to be the only one, but admittedly I'm still a little freaked out by the whole experience," she grinned up at him. At the plate he placed before her, she gave a curious look. "So what is this? It smells good..."

[wolfstrike]

"Just a little something I whipped up. They're croquettes, mashed potatoes and some meat in the middle."

It was a simple enough dish, but one he had grown rather fond of.

[phoenixstrut]

"Hm..." she mused aloud, looking it over a little longer before taking a bite. It was a little heavier than what she was used to-- Angels like her didn't eat too terribly much-- but it was surprisingly good.

"Wow...That's..actually not bad."

[wolfstrike]

"Were you expecting it be bad?" Yuri asked in a slightly teasing voice.

[strokeofgenis]

Genis, for what it's worth, generally likes to make his own food. But sometimes, there's something nice about being served. And today, he's got plenty of time. He rose with the sun, and he's got a few hours before his shift at the restaurant starts. So why not have a decent breakfast? And even better is the chance to learn from someone else who's doing the cooking?

And so naturally he's going to pick something that he's never made himself before: croquettes made with love. After all, how good they are does seem to what people are gushing about in the room. So yes, one order of croquettes, if you please, and make it snappy.

Hi, Yuri, have a bratty genius mage.

[wolfstrike]

One can probably guess why Genis likes to make his own meals, but for now, Yuri is ignorant of this fact.

So with one order of croquettes, Yuri places down a plate with two of them on it and slides it over to Genis.

As if one bratty genius mage in his life wasn't enough.

[strokeofgenis]

Of course, the first thing that's going to hit Genis is the smell. The aroma of these things are to die for. He can smell that onion, the fried potato, and the meat just permeate the air. He's practically salivating already.

He looks up to Yuri with almost a mesmerised look. "Are these yours? They smell fantastic!"

[wolfstrike]

"They're yours now, but yeah, I made them."

Genis' reaction was not all that different from Karol's when he first tried Yuri's croquettes. Though he didn't think they were all that special himself.

[strokeofgenis]

Well that's a sarcastic reply in part. "I know they're mine. I was asking if you made them." Yes, he'll explain it if he has to, even though he knows Yuri's perfectly aware of that fact.

But seriously, he can't stay upset by it that long. "Finally! Someone else on this turtle that appreciates the artistry of cooking unlike so many people I know! You have got to teach me the recipe for this!"

[wolfstrike]

And now Yuri looks amused.

"Some don't, huh? Sure, no problem."

The recipe wasn't that hard at all.

"All you need is potatoes, some kind of meat, onion, and there you have it. A delicious meal. It's almost as good as an apple gel after battle."

[strokeofgenis]

What. And there you have it? Yuri, please.

"Look, that's the ingredients list, but if it were just that simple, everyone could cook just by combining a few things together. It doesn't keep some people from burning it or turning into a thick, inedible paste." Yeah. "It's also about the technique, how long you cook it, and the right quantities of ingredients!" He pauses to add, "Though I will say, you've definitely got my taste. This would be great after working up a sweat!"

[wolfstrike]

"Hey, I just do it as I go. And if it works, it works."

Some people just have natural talent Genis. Surely you can relate with that?

"So what do you do that makes you work up a sweat?"

[strokeofgenis]

"Oh, so you're one of those chefs that just cooks by smell and taste, huh?" Genis asks. Really he can't help but be intrigued. "I can respect that. It's actually a lot harder to do than just following a recipe." And really, Genis' mind is already trying to reverse engineer these things and figure out just how to make them.

"As for what I do? Oh you know, the usual. Coming in the kitchen. Beating up monsters with magic. Travelling all over the world, trying to keep it from dying. Nothing big." Sarcasm alert.

[wolfstrike]

"Monsters, huh? What do you know about fighting monsters?"

That's something he could relate with. As well as traveling all over the world. This kid sounded like someone he could like. Especially with that sarcasm.

[strokeofgenis]

Probably more than you, is what Genis wants to say. But he'll actually be a little nicer because he doesn't exactly know if that's true.

"Oh, I know a thing or two. I mean, I really can't count the number of monsters we beat up as we were travelling all over the world." Yeah, brag it up, Genis. "Probably somewhere in the thousands. There were a couple that were pretty tough, like the dragons, but most of them were piece o' cake for me."

[wolfstrike]

"A world traveler, huh? Sounds pretty exciting."

Yes, he's feeding into it on purpose.

"You don't say. I know a few monster slayers myself. Like the Captain."

[strokeofgenis]

"Well, yeah. I don't mean to brag," he says, completely meaning to brag, "but I don't think there's a spot we couldn't land on that my friends and I haven't explored."

Thanks, Yuri, for making this 12 year old feel important.

"So who's this Captain guy you're talking about. Someone from some sort of guard or something?"

[wolfstrike]

No problem. He's good at that.

"Not exactly. He used to be a member of a guild that hunted monsters. Now he's the boss of our guild."

Granted he's kinda leaving out a few details, but Genis won't know that.

[strokeofgenis]

Leaving out a couple of steps, indeed. Though not that Genis knew any of that.

"Whoa, so you're part of an organisation that goes out and hunts monsters?" Because of course Genis wouldn't only assume that the organisation must be something similar. "Your Captain must be a pretty good monster killer then."

Somewhere, far away, Rita cringes.