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phantasmalrift2018-04-02 08:48 pm
shiritai) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-04-02 08:48 pm
♩ gentle and warm as the light
Who: Violet and you!
What: Violet decides to step up and take a shot at cooking. She has... decidedly mixed results.
When: March 26th, early afternoon and night
Where: The kitchen (afternoon) and the viewing deck (night)
Warnings: Terrible violence comitted upon the concept of a scrambled egg.
[ So if you go down tothe woods the kitchen today, you might be in for a bit of a surprise. You'll find one (1) Violet Evergarden hard at work at one of the counters with a recipe book cracked open and... just some eggs? Well, if she's starting simple, eggs are a good place to jump off from. How wrong can you go with eggs?
Very wrong, it turns out.
Maybe you'll find her utterly failing at cracking eggs into the bowl. It's a bit of a crapshoot whether she ends up with egg all over the counter or actually gets it into the bowl, but either way it ends with her having a mixture composed of roughly 60% egg and 40% shell. Or maybe you'll find her pouring that mixture into a bowl and... doesn't that look like way, way too much egg for one girl?
Or maybe you'll just see Violet examining the sorry results of her work once she's done. It looks sort of like a badly mutilated omlette but it's so huge she's had to spread it across two plates. One side is burned to a crisp, one looks slightly soggy and undercooked and the whole thing just looks like a slightly greyish yellow hunk of rubber. Violet stares down at it pensively for a long moment before carefully picking up both plates and making her way straight to the trashcan. Atta girl, Violet.
That night, if you happen to be the sort of weirdo who lurks around on the viewing deck after dark, you'll find you've got company. Violet's there, settled on one of the seats with the duvet from her bed wrapped around her nice and snug, to stave off the worst of the sea breeze. She's got her eyes up to the roof, where the night sky would be, if it wasn't for the absolutely torrential rain pouring down and obscuring much of anything. She looks a little bit disappointed (or as disappointed as Violet ever looks, anyway) but she's sat there gazing up diligently at the roof anyway. Very odd. ]
What: Violet decides to step up and take a shot at cooking. She has... decidedly mixed results.
When: March 26th, early afternoon and night
Where: The kitchen (afternoon) and the viewing deck (night)
Warnings: Terrible violence comitted upon the concept of a scrambled egg.
[ So if you go down to
Very wrong, it turns out.
Maybe you'll find her utterly failing at cracking eggs into the bowl. It's a bit of a crapshoot whether she ends up with egg all over the counter or actually gets it into the bowl, but either way it ends with her having a mixture composed of roughly 60% egg and 40% shell. Or maybe you'll find her pouring that mixture into a bowl and... doesn't that look like way, way too much egg for one girl?
Or maybe you'll just see Violet examining the sorry results of her work once she's done. It looks sort of like a badly mutilated omlette but it's so huge she's had to spread it across two plates. One side is burned to a crisp, one looks slightly soggy and undercooked and the whole thing just looks like a slightly greyish yellow hunk of rubber. Violet stares down at it pensively for a long moment before carefully picking up both plates and making her way straight to the trashcan. Atta girl, Violet.
That night, if you happen to be the sort of weirdo who lurks around on the viewing deck after dark, you'll find you've got company. Violet's there, settled on one of the seats with the duvet from her bed wrapped around her nice and snug, to stave off the worst of the sea breeze. She's got her eyes up to the roof, where the night sky would be, if it wasn't for the absolutely torrential rain pouring down and obscuring much of anything. She looks a little bit disappointed (or as disappointed as Violet ever looks, anyway) but she's sat there gazing up diligently at the roof anyway. Very odd. ]
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[Jetshard's paused in the doorway, making an effort not to sneak up on Violet; with human night vision being what it apparently is, she doesn't like to assume that most residents of the station will see her coming in the dark when they're focused on something else.]
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Yes. [ it comes out a bit muffled, since she's still blanket burrito'd in. ] I'm waiting for the rain and the clouds to pass, so that I might be able to see the stars.
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[She comes out onto the deck and finds a chair - not directly next to Violet's, but close enough to be companionable - and sits, perched at the edge of the seat. Not exactly wary, but still, not exactly settling in, either.]
I don't think we've been introduced? I'm Jetshard.
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[ And she does look disappointed. Maybe with the severe line of her mouth covered up by the blanket bundle, it's a little easier to read her eyes and therefore her face than usual.
She'd usually give a curtsey here, however abbreviated, but bundled up as she is, she's out of luck. So instead, Violet gives a polite nod. ]
Yes, I believe this is the first time we've met. My name is Violet Evergarden -- have you been here at the station for long?
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[The girl's name is familiar, but it takes her a moment to place it. Once she does, her expression brightens a little in recognition.]
But ah, you were the one who posted on the network offering... some kind of clerical services, right? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't remember your exact title. [This admission is distinctly sheepish - Jetshard doesn't often stand on formality, but still, the designations people choose to publicly claim can be important. She knows there'd been some specific job title that Violet had cited, but it had been confusing and hadn't fit the pattern of troll titles and she can't recall it now.]
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[ And now, of course, she stands up, abandoning her blanket to the chair. Because an introduction of herself is one thing, but when introducing herself to a potential client, Violet knows to present herself properly. Without any explanation, she spreads the skirts of her dress and drops into a deep, respectful curtsey. ]
I will run as fast as I can to wherever my customer desires. [ and then she drops her skirts and lifts her head back up. ] Auto Memoir Doll, Violet Evergarden, at your service.
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It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm afraid that's not a position I'm familiar with, and I only very lightly skimmed the responses on your post.
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[ She's explained this enough times now, to people from worlds utterly alien to Leidenschaft, that she's gotten a fairly decent grasp on getting across the most important parts. So long as this doesn't derail into another discussion of the word Doll. She would like for that to be the case. ]