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A different meaning to Hell's Kitchen...
May. 30th, 2018 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foolishjusticeWho: Goro Akechi and poor unfortunate souls (AKA, open)
What: Goro tries to cook...it goes even worse than usual.
When: May 17
Where: One of the kitchens
Warnings: Crimes against food.
[It starts innocently enough. Goro is bustling around the kitchen, encouraged by his slowly improving cooking skills to try to prepare something for the expedition this weekend. From the ingredients he's working with, it seems like he's making an attempt at a venison curry.
It goes wrong. It goes horribly wrong. The vile concoction he pulls off the stove an hour or two later doesn't even bear a passing resemblance to what he put into it. Bubbles rise slowly through the sludge, releasing noxious smelling fumes as they pop with a sick burbling sound. The color, at least, is right...perhaps a little darker than it should be, but reasonable for curry. Except the smoke that wafts off the burned food is tinted an acrid purple.
As Goro moves to pull the 'food' off the heat, Morrigan the magpie settles on his shoulder, hoping to beg a taste...only to let out a caw of distress and fly away in a panic as one of the bubbles bursts. The face the would-be chef makes as he sets the pot on the table is one of pure pain. How...how did this happen.]
What: Goro tries to cook...it goes even worse than usual.
When: May 17
Where: One of the kitchens
Warnings: Crimes against food.
[It starts innocently enough. Goro is bustling around the kitchen, encouraged by his slowly improving cooking skills to try to prepare something for the expedition this weekend. From the ingredients he's working with, it seems like he's making an attempt at a venison curry.
It goes wrong. It goes horribly wrong. The vile concoction he pulls off the stove an hour or two later doesn't even bear a passing resemblance to what he put into it. Bubbles rise slowly through the sludge, releasing noxious smelling fumes as they pop with a sick burbling sound. The color, at least, is right...perhaps a little darker than it should be, but reasonable for curry. Except the smoke that wafts off the burned food is tinted an acrid purple.
As Goro moves to pull the 'food' off the heat, Morrigan the magpie settles on his shoulder, hoping to beg a taste...only to let out a caw of distress and fly away in a panic as one of the bubbles bursts. The face the would-be chef makes as he sets the pot on the table is one of pure pain. How...how did this happen.]
