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hotelcaelum2023-12-29 02:25 pm
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le reveillon
WHO: French people and you
WHERE: The restaurant complex industrial kitchen floor/a random ballroom and entertainment floor
WHEN: Nebulously between Christmas and New Year’s Eve
WHAT:The Who Pudding Cook-Off Le Reveillon dinner
WARNINGS: Alcohol and boozing; maybe there will be an actual physical fight over the food? Mistletoe shenanigans possible. Let me know if I need to add new warnings.
ALLEZ CUISINE
Anyone interested in contributing food to the dinner will have a place to cook in the giant industrial kitchen. Just a few weeks ago, sentient shadows were stabbing unsuspecting guests in the back here, but today it’s lively and bustling. There may even be a handsome, empty-headed blond vampire wandering around to kick off each round of oven preheating with a hearty catchphrase. Before hopping into the fray, consider grabbing an apron or team varsity jacket from the wardrobe hanger. The old staples are there – “Kiss the Cook,” “I Love You a Latke,” “Sugar and Spice” – but there are also some unusual standouts, like jackets with an extra sleeve attached or aprons that have fashioned the lyrics of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” into death threats.
The kitchen has been incredibly well prepared and stocked, and anything necessary to cook a fine holiday meal is available. Of course, some ingredients may have been shuffled around during the procurement. Maybe cooks need to cross team lines to borrow a cup of sugar, apples will be in the onion basket, or paprika will mysteriously pop out of nowhere in a cloud of spice. Working together is the easiest way to make sure the meal goes smoothly. As a reminder, anyone is welcome to throw a dish or two into the mix regardless of their national cuisine of choice. Get cooking!
FRIENDS AT THE TABLE
Here to cook, or a cook who’s finished their rotation in the kitchen? An adjacent ballroom space has been furnished to hold the dining party, with decorations and ambiance supervised by Sumina. As for the food, there's a plethora of options, with Team France(?) alone providing traditional staples like roasted quail, braised oysters, acorn soup, fennel salad, foie gras and pate with crusty bread wedges, creme caramel, and buche de noel. Menu placards at each table list the dishes on offer, but the full menu information can only be unlocked by answering a discussion question over appetizers – “What’s your New Year’s Resolution? Why? How can we help?”
Alcoholic and virgin bubbly drinks are available for all guests. The effervescence of these drinks is contagious! These drinks have a slight, but pleasant, uplifting effect. Drinking one might make attendees chipper and outgoing enough to chat more openly than normal or literally light on their feet, allowing them to float an inch or two off the ground. No one will be forced to experience sensations or feelings they don’t want to; they are purely opt-in, like the joy that comes from smelling a warm homegrown memory.
In addition to any other decorations, Polaroid-style pictures dot the wall. These snapshots contain representations of happy memories of guests throughout the previous year but can only be viewed by people who want to see them, and only memories of people who are willing the share them will appear. Otherwise, they might contain potential futures, hopes, dreamscapes, aspirations, or other talking points for those who are willing to see them.
SMALL BITES
If anyone truly wants to turn this meal into an epic showdown, feel free to start a rousing debate over different dishes or fashion a scorecard out of the menu placards. Golf pencils are mysteriously available for any and all ranking needs.
Though it’s only nebulously New Year’s Eve, guests who stick around until midnight will see the ballroom dim to a warmer, soothing color, lights twinkling down a countdown the last few minutes to the end of the day. As the time ticks over, guests can hold on to indoor-safe sparkle fireworks or take the floor to give a toast to the upcoming year. Insert other preferred New Year's traditions at will.
The mistletoe is still rumored to be out and about, so take care when mingling.
If asked about any of the weird dinner happenings, Odette hasn’t got a clue. She’s just here for the food. Must be more hotel shenanigans, or maybe someone else put their twist on things.
WHERE: The restaurant complex industrial kitchen floor/a random ballroom and entertainment floor
WHEN: Nebulously between Christmas and New Year’s Eve
WHAT:
WARNINGS: Alcohol and boozing; maybe there will be an actual physical fight over the food? Mistletoe shenanigans possible. Let me know if I need to add new warnings.
ALLEZ CUISINE
Anyone interested in contributing food to the dinner will have a place to cook in the giant industrial kitchen. Just a few weeks ago, sentient shadows were stabbing unsuspecting guests in the back here, but today it’s lively and bustling. There may even be a handsome, empty-headed blond vampire wandering around to kick off each round of oven preheating with a hearty catchphrase. Before hopping into the fray, consider grabbing an apron or team varsity jacket from the wardrobe hanger. The old staples are there – “Kiss the Cook,” “I Love You a Latke,” “Sugar and Spice” – but there are also some unusual standouts, like jackets with an extra sleeve attached or aprons that have fashioned the lyrics of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” into death threats.
The kitchen has been incredibly well prepared and stocked, and anything necessary to cook a fine holiday meal is available. Of course, some ingredients may have been shuffled around during the procurement. Maybe cooks need to cross team lines to borrow a cup of sugar, apples will be in the onion basket, or paprika will mysteriously pop out of nowhere in a cloud of spice. Working together is the easiest way to make sure the meal goes smoothly. As a reminder, anyone is welcome to throw a dish or two into the mix regardless of their national cuisine of choice. Get cooking!
FRIENDS AT THE TABLE
Here to cook, or a cook who’s finished their rotation in the kitchen? An adjacent ballroom space has been furnished to hold the dining party, with decorations and ambiance supervised by Sumina. As for the food, there's a plethora of options, with Team France(?) alone providing traditional staples like roasted quail, braised oysters, acorn soup, fennel salad, foie gras and pate with crusty bread wedges, creme caramel, and buche de noel. Menu placards at each table list the dishes on offer, but the full menu information can only be unlocked by answering a discussion question over appetizers – “What’s your New Year’s Resolution? Why? How can we help?”
Alcoholic and virgin bubbly drinks are available for all guests. The effervescence of these drinks is contagious! These drinks have a slight, but pleasant, uplifting effect. Drinking one might make attendees chipper and outgoing enough to chat more openly than normal or literally light on their feet, allowing them to float an inch or two off the ground. No one will be forced to experience sensations or feelings they don’t want to; they are purely opt-in, like the joy that comes from smelling a warm homegrown memory.
In addition to any other decorations, Polaroid-style pictures dot the wall. These snapshots contain representations of happy memories of guests throughout the previous year but can only be viewed by people who want to see them, and only memories of people who are willing the share them will appear. Otherwise, they might contain potential futures, hopes, dreamscapes, aspirations, or other talking points for those who are willing to see them.
SMALL BITES
If anyone truly wants to turn this meal into an epic showdown, feel free to start a rousing debate over different dishes or fashion a scorecard out of the menu placards. Golf pencils are mysteriously available for any and all ranking needs.
Though it’s only nebulously New Year’s Eve, guests who stick around until midnight will see the ballroom dim to a warmer, soothing color, lights twinkling down a countdown the last few minutes to the end of the day. As the time ticks over, guests can hold on to indoor-safe sparkle fireworks or take the floor to give a toast to the upcoming year. Insert other preferred New Year's traditions at will.
The mistletoe is still rumored to be out and about, so take care when mingling.
If asked about any of the weird dinner happenings, Odette hasn’t got a clue. She’s just here for the food. Must be more hotel shenanigans, or maybe someone else put their twist on things.
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At least he resists the urge to be more obnoxious about it, because she said please. It occurs to him that she also can't grab food from the plate, and he can easy help with that — in a second. She draws his attention back to the photographs, and as he swallows his mouthful of greenspear, he can't help a chuckle. ]
Oh, yeah, that's Panda. One of our second-years. He's actually a cursed corpse — which isn't as bad as it sounds. Principal Yaga created him!
[ Better just to think of him as an actual talking panda than a cursed corpse, in his opinion. ]
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[ No, even with his reassurance that it's not as bad as it sounds, she has to ask. ]
I think you might have to explain it to me in some more detail, Satoru. To me, a "cursed corpse" sounds like something along the lines of an undead construct.
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[ He teases, before reaching for another greenspear. ]
In jujutsu sorcery, a cursed corpse is any type of inanimate object that's been possessed by a curse. The principal of Jujutsu Tech is the foremost expert on their creation, and I couldn't give you the nitty-gritty, but they're more like puppets or automatons than actual corpses.
[ Raising the asparagus in one hand: ] No actual corpses were harmed in the creation of Panda. [ ... ] I think.
[ Anyway, now he's reaching over to pop the asparagus right into her mouth! ]
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[ Help. But the explanation does help allay her worst assumptions. She has an artificer friend at home who works on such constructs, but she thinks it would be a very cold day in all Nine Hells before Declan Steelsong would call any of his creations a "corpse." ]
I understand, but still... Maybe if you succeed in reforming jujutsu society, you can start calling them "curse vessels" or "constructs" instead of "cursed corpses." Wouldn't it be hard on Panda to be called a corpse—
[ and then she is promptly cut off by a surprise greenspear in her mouth. ]
Mmph—!?
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I think it's kinda like calling a slug, well, a slug. Hehe...
[ Taking a sip of his cider, his grin can be seen around the rim of the glass. ]
What, don't you want one, too?
[ She couldn't feed it to herself, soooo... ]
1/2
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—Mmm!
[ And just like that, she has been placated. ]
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As she nibbles at the greenspear, he'll continue to hold it for her, until she is able to take the rest of it in her mouth. I didn't mean for that to sound so lewd, but here we are. ]
Heheh...thought so. Pretty good, riiight? My compliments to the chef.
[ Whichever one of the French that may be. ]
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Mina nibbles dutifully - in a way, it's almost like playing the Pocky game, except there is no thread of kissing and also the Pocky is a greenspear with bacon wrapped around it. But soon enough Satoru won't have to hold it for her when she's able to... yeah there's no winning with this one.
Anyhow, she nods, and when she finally makes it through all of it: ]
Wow... That bacon was the perfect texture. Just a little bit crispy but chewy, too, and that smoky flavor... You really can't go wrong with bacon-wrapped greenspears!
[ "the way to a girl's heart is through her stomach" is so real with this one. ]
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Heh, you can't, can you? [ As he chews and swallows: ] I like when you get that look in your eye.
[ The look of someone so enamored with what they're tasting. She's really grown into it more, since they first met, letting herself just...unwind and express herself. He'll feed her a thousand greenspears if it means seeing her face light up like that. ]
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[ She's not aware of any such look in her eye. Ahh... What's with him tonight? Self-conscious and unsure of how to respond to that remark, Sumina glances away with warmed cheeks to take a sip of her own cider... ]
You seem to be in a funny mood tonight, Satoru... [ And quickly she adds, before he can say anything more to fluster her: ] What about this photo? You look younger in this one. And these two children are...?
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Oh, that's Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi's sister. When they were younger, after I graduated I kind of...took them under my wing? Their parents were... [ smash cut to gojo shooting a laser to obliterate half of toji fushiguro ] Dead. I just stepped in to make sure they didn't get manhandled by the other sorcerer clans.
[ The Zenin clan, to be specific, and there was a little more to it than that, but Satoru doesn't want to make it sound like he fully adopted them, or something. It was a complex situation, and like hell he knew the first thing about raising kids. Still... ]
I like to think I had a pretty good influence on them, heh.
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Looking back at the photo once more, her lips curl into a small, fond smile. ]
I'm sure you were some kind of influence on them.
[ (Affectionate...?) ]
Though, ah... What did the other sorcerer clans want with them?
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Heh, yeah, I've heard that before...usually from Megumi and Tsumiki themselves.
[ There's no small measure of fondness in his expression as he gazes at the photograph himself. Those early days after Suguru's departure had felt...unreal, in a lot of ways, but the presence of Megumi and Tsumiki were a constant that had done as much for him as he had done for them. ]
Megumi's dad was from one of the three major sorcerer families, the Zenins. If they had gotten their hands on him, they would have no doubt used his skills to their own ends. He wouldn't have had the chance to be a normal kid at all. [ His tone darkens just a bit. ] No one deserves to go through what they would have selfishly used him for. His dad wanted him to grow up away from all that, so...I did what I could.
[ To honor a dying man's wish. ]
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And in knowing that, and learning of what Satoru did for those children... Her expression is soft, appreciative when she smiles at him. ]
Their lives would have been incredibly different if you hadn't stepped in, then. I'm sure they appreciate that in their own ways.
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Heheh, of course they do! They would've been walked all over if it weren't for me. Don't worry — I treat Megumi just the same as my other students.
[ Which is to say, he's an utter menace. Megumi just knows what to expect out of him more than Yuji and Nobara. That also means he knows how to counter Gojo's antic better, but that never stops him. Not even those he's closest to can escape his obnoxious behavior. Often, they get it the worst.
As Sumina is probably learning... ]
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Which is to say, yes, she is most certainly learning... ]
Then he's had to put up with your antics for much longer than the rest. He must have a deep well of patience to draw on.
[ She shakes her head, though she can't seem to stop smiling. Still, now is a great time for Sumina to enact revenge, using her power of Service Industry Worker to dexterously balance the plate on her forearm so that she can use her hand to hold her drink, freeing the other to pick up a deviled egg from the plate to try and shove into his mouth, assuming that he's not going to be boring and stop her with Limitless!! ]
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[ But, oh, he can't finish ragging on Megumi, because Sumina cuts him short by popping a deviled egg into his mouth. Maybe he could have stopped her with Limitless, but with how long it's been since he bothered to keep it up around her, it would take more work to lean into that instinct these days.
Also, he's not going to say no to being fed delicious hors d'oeuvres but his cute crush. Immediately, he falls silent with his noms, demurely taking a bite out of the deviled egg. ]
Mmm, tasty...
[ He says, chewing and swallowing before taking the rest of the egg from her with his teeth. He has not heeded her request to not talk with his mouth full. ]
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[ She reaches up and just... presses her hand to the underside of his jaw, as if to keep his mouth closed while he's chewing on the rest of the deviled egg. ]
Even after I asked you not to...
[ Her tone is a bit accusatory, a bit scolding, though beside her on the wall of photos, a few pictures depicting none other than Sumina and Satoru during their their various encounters at the hotel betray her apparent exasperation. ]
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Hehe, you know what they say about old habits — [ His gaze trails to the side, catching sight of the images that have materialized in the pictures next to her, brows darting up beneath his hair. ] Wait — waaah, Mina-chan it’s us!
[ Emphatically, he pokes a finger into a picture of them dancing at the Halloween party, and then another, of them playing in the water at the beach together. There’s quite a few of them here… ]
Is that what my hair looked like that day…? Hehe, you looked cute, though.
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There's also the time he made her pancakes, and sitting at the kotatsu... But most importantly...
She lifts her free hand and splays it over the picture of them at the beach. It was embarrassing enough to feel so exposed in her swimsuit back then, but to see how she looked in that bikini is even worse. ]
S-Stop looking at that one...
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Why?! You look great! Especially when you were wearing my shirt, hehehe...
[ He had little reason to not be a shameless flirt before, but now that she knows about his feelings, all bets are off. ]
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[ Ah. She should just take her cider and splash it on him, but she's fairly certain he'll read that move and thwart her by activating his technique just in time. He's so annoying... She nearly loses their plate of finger foods and her glass of cider, losing a bit of that careful, practiced balance on one arm when she abruptly, practically rips the aforementioned photo off of the wall and then shoves it into his face, :pleading_face: and all. ]
You're impossible. And incorrigible... You idiot!
[ The prized baka, at last... He's gotten it out of her now, but at what cost? Sumina draws her hand away - she couldn't care less if the photo falls to the floor and gets drinks spilled over it!! ...Before she whirls on her heel and walks away!! ]
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He watches her go and doesn't follow, figuring she probably needs a moment to cool off...but she'll definitely be able to hear the tittering of his gremlin laughter following after her. The hehes that she hears in her nightmares... ]