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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 26, 2020 19:52:42 GMT -8
This is an psuedo-Omake. You may participate even if your characters do not yet know the characters present, it's just a fun party in a semi-IC way for us all.
Once upon there was a Saiyan former farm boy who had become a King in his own right. A Saiyan in the vein of great lineages who was from a fallen lineage himself, and he never forgot the fall of his lineage. He had been raised on stories of the greatness of his ancestor, Pota the Proud, and of the lineage that led from that great Saiyan to himself. He was not raised to have the pride of a noble, or an elite. He knew what it was like to be hungry.
So now he had an obsession with mastering new recipes. Slowly mastering them and mastering the foods of his new home planet. The Icy Blue eyed Saiyan had as such hunted down the greatest delicacy he could find for the Earthling Holiday 'Thanksgiving'. A Turkeysaurus.
The five story tall creature had been hard to find, and for someone else may have been hard to beat, but Cayle hadn't hesitated, and after it had tried to swallow him it was over. It was defeated like so many dragons and dinosaurs before it, and then carried home.
He began to work on roasting it in a cave beneath the treehouse built for a roast it's size, having made stuffing to go with it and mashed potatoes as well. He had invited many people and told them to invite their friends and associates as well. When he was drunk on Friddar Fren's home made Applejack, he may have even called random other numbers and when people asked who he was, went on the whole spheal.
“I am Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, himself son of Potaset Potaset, who was himself the son of Potaset Pota, who was himself the son of Pota Onio- the same Pota Onio who was the son of Onio Pota, the very same Pota Onio who was the fifth born son of Pota the Proud. Come to my thanksgiving party. I have a lot of food. Okay, bye! Buuuuuuuuuurp.”
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Post by Alaric on Nov 26, 2020 20:38:02 GMT -8
"What do you mean I'm going to be here by myself?"Alaric's voice definitely didn't come out whiney. It was more... indignant he decided. His mom patted his shoulder, not bothering to put down the suitcase in her other hand as she tried to soothe him, "Look, honey, your father and I haven't had much time to ourselves lately, and we won these tickets to visit Oolong City! Please understand, we can't just pass it up. We'll make it up to you when we get back." Alaric watched sullenly as his parents walked out to the car and left him home by himself on Thanksgiving. No Turkeysaurus Rex, no dino-gravy, none of his mom's excellent turkey-saurus eggrolls from the leftovers the next day... and no pumpkin pie! He glumly considered trying to cook himself, but the thought was just too much. There was no way he would want to waste all of that food anyway... maybe he could get a microwave Thanksgiving dinner at the market or something. Dejected he went in and hit the gym to tire himself out for bed. The next morning Alaric went and flopped on the couch and turned on the tv, mindlessly beginning to flip through the channels. He started watching the Central City Thanksgiving Day parade, with the famous Pig Demon Weatherman, Pal Porker. As the parade ended, his phone began to ring, without even thinking about it, he picked it up and said, "Hello?"He cocked his head and his brows knit in confusion as he listened to a drunken? Saiyan man rambling about a THANKSGIVING PARTY with... A LOT OF FOOD! Al's stomach rumbled as he hopped to his feet and ran to the fridge to grab the pad for the grocery lists, "Sounds great! So... where do I go? Should I bring anything?"* * *Alaric walked up to the cave with a bit of trepidation. He had never heard of a Thanksgiving party in a cave before. As he reached the entrance and hesitated, the smell of roasting Turkeysaurus hit his nostrils like a mac truck and almost rocked him on his heels. His mouth starting watering with almost alarming intensity and he took a moment to compose himself before he stepped in and looked around. Seeing a dark haired saiyan man busily cooking he cleared his throat and began, "Uhhh... I'm Alaric Sharpe. You called me earlier and invited me? Not sure how you got my number... but nice to meet you, Mr Pota. I guess the important thing is you have a turkey and I brought some cornbread to go along with it. Hope that's ok... where can I set this down?" [443/443]
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Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 26, 2020 20:54:27 GMT -8
Cayle had just finished the 90th basting of the Turkey in the cave and temperature check to make sure it was properly cooking when he heard the voice of someone alien to him introduce themselves and then mention having been invited by Cayle and having brought Cornbread. This made the Saiyan former farm boy grimace at the ghost of the hangover he had, surely he had done it when drunk on the apple cider that Friddar had promised 'had no edge at all'. Either way, Cayle gave a nod and then turned to smile at the new comer.
A teenager, like his friends Tiger Lily Kalabasa and Achido Nakamura it seemed, and truly like what was effectively the case for him and Konja. They were the same age as the teenagers for all they actually knew, though Ty, Cayle, and Konja didn't attend any sort of school. Whatever the case, with the basting with a giant butter mop and an olive oil mop done, it was time to leave the Cave-Oven.
“Just follow me up the stair case. I'm surprised you wandered down here.” the Saiyan said, perfectly cognizant as he did. “Are you a martial artist by any chance?” Cayle had worked in kitchens enough to know what 'extreme heat' was for humans and Alaric hadn't shown any signs of distress from the cave-oven that he had wandered into.
When they went up the staircase, they would find themselves on a hilly cliffside plateau with a grove of huge trees which both seemed to be saplings and seemed to be bigger than most trees could ever muster. On the cleared areas between the grove were an outdoor grill, several warehouses or sheds, and a sizable number of foldable tables and chairs with checkered red, white, and green table cloths on top of them.
“You can put the Cornbread over there.” he pointed, before also pointing up to the largest of the sapling-trees, this one so big that it had a cellar-basement built at the bottom of it and a 4 story treehouse buiilt in its branches. “If you need to use the facilities, you can up there or there.” he pointed to one of the warehouses, which had a crescent moon sign above it and apparently was actually an unattached restroom.
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Post by Ty on Nov 27, 2020 0:47:08 GMT -8
Cayle snapped a picture early in the morning when Ty was dressed in blouse, belt, long skirt that reached her knees, and ankle lace up boots. Rosemary was a fluffy fennec fox so she was normally warm blooded by nature, she wore her usual knit crop top, and designer skirt, with a pair of knee high boots. Both of them formed V for victory on their hands when they posed and split off doing the chores after a room temperature cider break. After a spell, Ty was piling several logs of wood, using her saiyan strength to form a teepee, and Rosemary began to stuff the inside with tinder made of dry leaves, wool scraps, shredded paper, and a hillside of twigs. The half saiyan teenager began to sing as she stood by idly: Nian Gao was hoppin' around Oolong City like a big playground When suddenly Maxine burst from the shade And hit Nian Gao with a pulse grenade Nian Gao got pissed and began to attack But didn't expect to be blocked by Will O. Wisp Who proceeded to open up a can of catfu When Carter Bane came out of the blue And he started beating up Will O’ Wisp Then they both got flattened by Maxine’s black limousine But before she could make it back to her Tuffle Bunker Silver Snow popped out of her grave And took an AK-47 out from under her eye patch And blew Maxine away with a rat-a-tat-tat But she ran out of bullets and she ran away Because Koma Daimao came to save the day This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Good guys bad guys and explosions As far as the eye can see And only one will survive I wonder who it will be This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Nian Gao took a bite out of Koma Daimao Like Wakana Waka took a bite out of crime Then Will O’ Wisp came back covered in a tire track But Zaru jumped out and landed on his back And Maxine was injured and trying to get steady When Silver Snow came back with a machete But suddenly something caught her leg and she tripped Luther took her out with his whip (slang for car)Then he saw Nian Gao sneaking up from behind And he reached for his gun which he just couldn't find Because Maxine stole it and she shot and she missed And Zaru deflected it with his fist Then he jumped in the air and he did a somersault While Silver Snow tried to polevault Onto Koma Daimao, but they collided in the air Then they both got hit by Majin Zam ’s Candy Beam Stare This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Good guys bad guys and explosions As far as the eye can see And only one will survive I wonder who it will be This is the ultimate showdown Angels sang out In immaculate chorus Down from the heavens Descended Cayle Pota Who delivered a kick Which could shatter bones Into the crotch Of Luther Jones Who fell over on the ground Writhing in pain As Maxine changed back Into a Maid But Cayle Pota saw through Her clever disguise And he crushed Maxine's head In between his thighs Then Kiryu Miyazawa And Lilith Nevermore And Nase and General Cerola’s ISLET Battalion And Misaki Kazamiya, Fenrir And Juniper Tea And Queen Taras, Shibito, And Bass the salaryman Inx, Vidar, Berry, Baccer, Riku Cabin, Jade, Barlei and Every single Planet Vegeta Saiyan Amara And Majin Nal Cain the skeleton And Gabu Yew and Alaric Flare and Gris Cilan, Cylie, and Goken Note, Echo, and Chardonnay Aventus the wolf All came out of nowhere lightning fast And they kicked Cayle Pota in his saiyan ass It was the bloodiest battle that the world ever saw With civilians looking on in total awe The fight raged on for a century Many lives were claimed but eventually The champion stood The rest saw their better Arashi the storm Dragon in a blood stained sweater This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny Good guys bad guys and explosions As far as the eye can see And only one will survive I wonder who it will be This is the ultimate showdown (This is the ultimate showdown) This is the ultimate showdown! (This is the ultimate showdown) This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny
Tiger Lily was done singing a catchy strange song, mentioning names she never heard of, it was whatever came to her mind in her drunken state after drinking too much spiked Apple Cider. One would think that apple cider was normal given the one in Oolong City at Hotel Z was safe. While she mentioned several names breaking the fourth wall, she failed to mention her own, or her best friend Achido. The saiyan blood in her veins sobered her up long enough to simply hum the tune for a while until her ocean teal eyes looked around. Rosemary the fennec fox was dancing along with the tune after she finished igniting the giant bon fire to signal their guests where to find them which was visible from the coast of the southern islands as well as every corner of the territories. After a while she sang the song verbatim. “Those are strange lyrics to the tune I am humming, Rosemary.” Ty giggled, she failed to realize the lyrics were her own, and she continued to hum to the tune. In the distance she could see Cayle greet their first guest from a far off distance in the cave that was turned into an oven for a giant turkeysaurus. In the meantime, the red headed teenager occupied herself with slicing up entire logs of trees, perfectly in half using ki blade, until an entire hill of halved logs was piled up to feed the roaring fire that doubled as a smoke signal. [395]
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Post by Arashi on Nov 27, 2020 1:57:41 GMT -8
Arashi was pretty excited to be apart of this party. He was also amazed at the size of the bird that Cayle had ended up killing and cooking. It was so, MASSIVE. The smell of it cooking made his mouth water, and he tried to help Cayle however he could, though there probably wasn't much he could actually do. Maybe grab some salt. He knew what salt was at least, but as far as any other herbs went he knew few to none. His blood mother and father had done little in the way of cooking, usually retaining a more feral form compared to his own humanoid form. For those who did not know him, he had small horns on his head, a pair of small wings each about a foot long to the left and right of his back, and a swinging blue scaled tail. He appeared about six years old, standing around four feet tall. Aside from the food, Arashi had grabbed some soda and juice for the party. The names of the drinks were frankly odd to him, but he didn't question it. Eating some of that giant turkey and mashed potatoes with, and having a glass of juice, and another glass of soda. It was the first time he had tried soda, the way it fizzed in his mouth made his cheeks flush with delight. "Ohaah~!" He called shivering and smiling to everyone who had come to the party. He wasn't done though. He intended to have a little over everything everyone was bringing to the party. He might actually eat so much he got a tummy ache from it. But he didn't care. When Alaric came with cornbread he practically dove at it, having a slice and munching it down. "Hey Alaric!" He called though it might have been muffled a bit by the food. "Want some juice or soda?" He asked with a grin, happy to see the older boy once again after meeting that one time before. Alaric had seemed nice enough then, maybe he could almost call the older boy a friend. Arashi perked hearing Lily as she started to sing, laughing and clapping his hands before leaping at the older girl to hug her. "Haha~ Yes, I am the best!" He called eagerly for the whole world to hear, letting loose a very childlike roar, in spite of the fact he could actually give a roar, a real one that could have shaken the treehouse. But he didn't in favor of just having fun and being cuter while clinging to Lily for a minute with a happy hug, eventually letting her go so he could move on to eating more tasty things. WC: 412
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Post by Alaric on Nov 27, 2020 5:53:17 GMT -8
Alaric moved to follow the man past the truly enormous bird and up the staircase, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief and getting a last whiff of roasting meat as they left the heat of the cave. It hadn't been painfully hot, exactly, but it had been warmer than he was comfortable with. He shrugged and nodded at Cayle's question, "My mom has been teaching me since I was small. She says I have to live up to our ancestor, but I just want to be the best I can be. How about you?"
As they emerged from the stairs onto the plateau, a fresh breeze washed across him and was especially refreshing after the cave. He took in the sight of the huge saplings, grills, and the rather nice setup for the meal with the checkered cloth covered tables. When his attention was brought to the facilities, he also noticed... what couldn't properly be called a tree house. Because it was more properly a tree MANSION or something; he had never imagined anything like it. A soft "Wow..." escaped his lips as he surveyed the structure.
He shook some of the amazement off long enough to set his cornbread down in the designated area and began to look around for other guests. He noticed a red haired girl chopping trees down with a blade... made of her own ki it seemed like. He clumsily opened his senses and... confirmed his suspicions. His mom had taught him enough to be able to harness his ki and to fire a blast... he wondered if she even knew how to do stuff like this, or if she was just hiding it from him until he was ready. He noticed his cornbread was being attacked mercilessly and turned to see who was into it... and recognized this person.
"Heya, Arashi! Good to see you again!" Alaric's face split into a big grin and he flashed a peace sign at the boy, "Should have known if you were here you were going to be eating after the last time we met, huh? I would love a soda, thanks!"
He turned back to the red haired girl and her companion who looked to have fox ears. He approached them as Arashi ran up to her and gave her a big hug, "Uhhh... Hi there! I'm Alaric, pleased to meet you! YOu seems to have everything in hand, but is there anything I can help with?"
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Nov 27, 2020 8:00:47 GMT -8
A party? He had never been invited to a party before. Then again, down in the lab, parties were rarely thrown. That was not to say that parties did not happen. They did. In fact, he recalled that a few parties had been thrown in the hidden lab of Doctor Kringle, usually by scientists in the beginning, the early stages of Vidar's experimentation. He did not recall going to those parties; he recalled that usually those parties happened whilst he was in stasis. He was somewhat aware of his surroundings, inside of the lab, due to - in the beginning- the stasis pods not being fully perfected. He was in the midst of a half-sleeping, half-awake almost coma-like state. It did not bother him, it allowed him to keep tabs on his status as the scientists tended to talk quite openly around him while he was in stasis. Vidar could only theorize that they had not noticed that he was not fully asleep in the metal coffin that was his stasis chamber.
Still, more than once, whilst they were discussing his vital signs, and the status of his newest cybernetic augmentation which they would soon implement, one of the scientists would break character, or more like break away from the stuffy almost boring conversation about metal alloys and cybernetic limbs to discuss the party that was being thrown in the mess hall. They rarely got to leave the lab, usually only to bring more supplies, so the idea of having a party was useful in alleviating some of the stress of being underground for so long.
So, parties were had. They just were not as frequent.
Vidar had been attempting to find more information inside of Doctor Kringle's fragmented files when a call interrupted his search; the name of the call was CAYLE POTA, son of Pota Potaset, himself son of Potaset Po- (he hadn't been able to fit the entire name into his built in address book) and, oddly enough, as soon as he picked up the call, and before Vidar could speak even a simple greeting, the slurred drunken voice of Cayle unloaded a regurgitated and long speal of his family's lineage before inviting him to a party because he had a lot of food then ok bye and the call was cut off.
All throughout that call, Vidar had not been able to speak a single word and was left moderately confused, staring ahead as he attempted to figure out what had just happened. Did someone get the license plate number of that speeding truck that just ran the blonde cyborg over? Someone could easily joke.
He had been invited to a party. He didn't mind going. He didn't know where the party was, per se, and he was unaware of what he should bring - people brought things to parties, right? He was sure that was a thing that people did, bring food?
Well, first thing's first, he went out to find some food. It wasn't too difficult. If he knew Cayle at all, he had a feeling that he could eat quite a feast. So, he went hunting for something to cook; he had not cooked before. But he looked up recipes for various meats whilst hunting for something large enough for the banquet. He found his answer in the form of an enormous fowl that his computer dubbed TURKEYSAURUS.
It took some time to bring down, and Vidar almost lost his other arm in the process, but he did manage to bring down the immense bird and then got to work preparing it. Oh, the amount of ingredients used to season it and then cook it were...astounding. But, ultimately once it was cooked, it smelled quite pleasant. He then capsuled the bird away, keeping it warm and ready to serve. Once that was done, he prepared something called GLAZED CARROTS, a recipe that had come along the Turkeysaurus roast recipe, as if the two were written by the same person to be accompanied by one another when served.
Then, came the second problem he had to deal with, locating the party venue. Now that took a bit of time; he had to triangulate the source of the phone call, backtracking the call using his HUD. Once he did that, his HUD was able to ascertain the coordinates. Packing up his food, he took off and flew in that direction.
He was certainly not the first to arrive, but he was, at least, not the last. He could sense several energy signatures already there; Cayle's was the most prominent. But then he also spotted the energy signature of Arashi as well as Ty, both of whom he knew personally. Alaric he was not quite as knowledgeable about. But he was sure he would, sooner or later, speak to him during this little party. He arrived, landing softly near the others, and then walked over as he added his own contribution to the feast....another Turkeysaurus....They saw the immense bird just poof into existence, perfectly roasted and still steaming, surrounded by a massive bed of glazed carrots atop an immense platter that he placed upon a reinforced metal table built to withstand the weight of the roast bird atop of it.
"I bring offerings of roasted fowl and vegetables." He motioned to the food. "I believe that is what people do when invited to a party."
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Nov 27, 2020 16:13:42 GMT -8
Will was taking a nap in a hammock on his humble abode on his island before he got the text. Before being woken up by his ringtone, a popular old cat food commercial song "Cat Loves Food" which is just the words "Cat loves food yeah yeah yeah cat loves food" over and over, and he answers the call from the drunken. It seems Cayle is preparing for a big Thanksgiving feast for him and his friends. Will gets up and walks inside to his kitchen to see what he could make to bring over. He had some rice he could cook, some sweet potatoes he was going to make for his own, various vegetables that could be made into a salad, and ingredients to make a pumpkin pie. Hmm, still though there doesn't seem to be any meat, luckily shouldn't be too hard to catch some fresh meat. First, he put the rice into an electirc rice cooker and set the heat on low as he went outside. He pulls a rope on the beach and finds a cage filled with a couple of lobsters and some crabs. Perfect, but he can do better than that, especially with the appetite a lot of the guests will have he needs to make sure everyone gets a portion. He brings the shellfish to the kitchen and promptly knock each out and quickly clean them in the sink before heading out. Diving into the ocean with a net in hand he swims around catching more sea critters. A lot of shrimp, some octopus, squid, and a very large flounder that he brought back with him. Hmm, he could a crab and shrimp stuffed flounder and use the rest of the shrimp octopuses to make takoyaki. And with the squid he can make some calimari. It is a special day today so it wouldn't to cheat a little bit on one's diet. With the rice fully cooked he pours it out of the rice cooker into a big bowl for people to grab as much rice as they needed. Then he got the lobsters and proceeded to put them and the crabs in a pot to boil before prepping the flounder. Cutting it in a perfect slab of fisht meat to be stuffed before putting in the oven. After dicing the octopus he gets the flour and other things he needs to make takoyaki including the special pan. As he prepares and whips up the batter for the tempura and calamari, after which he then then dip the shrimp and calamari in their respective batters as he then places them in separate fryers. Setting an egg timer to tell him when he's ready as he gets plates ready to place them when they're done. While doing so he makes the batter for the takoyaki and pours it into the spherical chambers of the pan for it to be made. Before putting the diced octopus into each batter. As the egg timer makes a ringing telling him the fried foods are done. He goes and gets them out onto their plates and puts some of the tempura scraps into the takoyaki mix as he puts some slices of green onion in with them before placing them in the oven. With the crabs and lobsters done boiling he sets the lobsters up on a big platter. And starts collecting the meat from the crabs into the flounder meat, along with some shrimp and other ingredients. As he puts it to bake in a seperate oven. The timer rings as he pulls the takoyaki out and sets them on a plate with toothpicks embedded into each one. And begins to grab as many vegetables as he can to toss a big salad into a bowl. Placing a couple choices of dressing next to the salad bowl. As the stuffed flounder is done he pulls it out out and finishes it off by squirting some lemon juice on top of it. As he puts the stuffed flounder onto a platter he looks at the spread on the table and almost forgot to make the last thing, some dessert. He then bakes some sweet potatoes and makes a pumpkin pie that he manages to put on the table with the rest of his spread before putting it all into a capsule for safe and easy storage. Although with all of the cooking he's been doing and being in the ocean he goes and cleans himself up, including brushing his teeth. As he then flies over to Cayle's tree house, following the Ki signatures of him and Ty. "Sorry if I am a bit late, I had to catch some of the stuff fresh, I hope you guys don't mind me bringing seafood for Thanksgiving," Will said. He then throws the capsule showing the large spread of food that laid before them. He may have gone a little overboard but he likes to cook ever since he learned how to do it himself.
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Post by Ty on Nov 28, 2020 4:53:40 GMT -8
Rosemary looked over to Alaric, “Hi! Nice to meet you!” She wagged her tail, “Uh, if the fire starts to dim down from a roaring flame, could you help us add more logs over time? We can all take turns to keep it going for all to see and marvel!”
With the fire was lit, Tiger Lily took out a thermos filled with more of the cider, the strong alcoholic smell caused Rosemary to wiggle her nose from the odor. The thermos was set aside by the log pile. Once again Ty was drunk, her eye lids felt heavy, and Arashi rushed over to hug her which made her giggle. While the half saiyan kept her hands to herself typically, she picked up the small dragon boy, and began to spin him high up as another tune came across her head. After a single spin, she held him up by his stomach, imitating his ability to fly one day.
Then she began to sing:
High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck. Yeah, yeah. Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man? Now it's time for me to tell you about Young Lilith Nevermore, archrival and nemesis of Wonderboy, with powers comparable to Wonderboy. What powers you ask? I dunno how 'bout the power of flight? That do anything for ya? That's levitation, holmes. How 'bout the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away... with mind bullets! That's telekinesis, Cayle. How 'bout the power to move you? History of Wonderboy and Lilith Nevermore, Riggah-goo-goo, riggah-goo-goo. A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold, And blasting forth with three-part harmony, yeow! Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man? Well, Wonderboy and Liith Nevermore joined forces; they formed a band the likes of which have never been seen, and they called themselves Tenacious Dragon. That's right, We're now Tenacious Dragon! Come fly with me, fly! Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man, Oh! [spoken] Take my hand! Arashi, and we'll fly! Bring out your icesword. There's the hydra. Slice his throat! And grab his scroat. You take the high road, I'll take the low. There, the crevasse, Fill it with your mighty juice.
Just when Rosemary was going to examine the thermos with the cider Ty had been drinking, two more people arrived, who all seemed to know Cayle, and there was a cat on a cloud. The fennec fox's ears straighten up until a DynoCapsule was released with even more food on a long table. In a few hops she was at the table, using her humanoid fingers to try some of it. “Is this all home made? It sure tastes like it! My name is Rosemary what is yours?” The vixen wagged her fluffy tail, “Alaric! Try some!” When she looked over to Ty she was already at the table, with Arashi sitting on her shoulders, and once again she seemed to have sobered up. “Eh, Tiger Lily, I think there is something wrong with your apple cider.” “What? Why do you say that? It tasted fine.”
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Post by Fenrir on Nov 28, 2020 8:23:14 GMT -8
There was an air of excitement in the kitchen. The Zen Tea House kitchen staff was working overtime, to get everything prepared. Among them was the seven foot tall wolf; why was he in there? Well, he wanted to help. Whenever he could help the staff at the Tea House, he found any excuse to help them. If they had to do cooking for large gatherings, he was in the kitchen, when they sent people to gather supplies from the nearby city to replenish their stock, he was there, etc. So, there he stood, in comfortable clothes, working on various different meals all at the same time.
This particular meal was not for the inhabitants of the estate; although they would get their own meal. This one was one that Fenrir suggested to the staff, and it was a meal for themselves and for their families; they could bring their families to the estate, there was plenty of room there for them all, and they could set up an area for their families to share the feast together. They could meet, talk, discuss, they could make friends, etc. He wanted them to break bread and he wanted to be there to help them prepare it. They had worked hard all year, they deserved a good meal in their honor, and as a way to say thanks to them all and their families.
He had just finished putting the finishing touches on one of the various desserts when the call came in. A young woman came running over and handed him the phone and he brought it up to his ear as he began to chop up carrots. He didn't catch the whole message but he did catch the last part, " - who was the son of Onio Pota, the very same Pota Onio who was the fifth born son of Pota the Proud. Come to my thanksgiving party. I have a lot of food. Okay, bye!" this was followed by a long strong and powerful belch that he heard ringing in his ear even after the person had hung up.
"...." He looked at the phone in momentary silence then peered over at the woman that brought him said phone with the same amount of confusion she had on her face, "...Who was that?"
"They said they were Cayle Potato? Something like that, they sounded drunk," The girl didn't know how to react to the call at all. She didn't know who Cayle Potato was but apparently he knew people who lived in the Zen Tea Estate and had the estate's number.
"...Alright. Well, from what I got, he's inviting ...whomever... to a Thanksgiving party. He sounds like he's already had a few, more than a few, sips of the hard stuff. Hm, I guess I could check it out. Bring something to eat. I'll finish up here and then I'll make something for that party. By the way, what's your favorite dessert?" He said coquettishly as he leaned in to the young woman with a big toothy grin crossing his face; a red splash of color crossing her cheeks as she looked up at the wolf.
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The cake he had created was one that was suggested to him by the pretty faced young woman whom had given Fenrir the telephone; it was a cake that he had never tried personally but from the way she described it, it sounded quite divine. So, she had stood by, giving him instructions and tips on how best to prepare the confection. Ultimately, Fenrir had to admit, he was somewhat proud of the results. When the whole process began, the young woman looked at the wolf with her blazing eyes - they were a pretty shamrock green color - filled with energy and asked whether he wanted to make the cake using the hard way, the harder way, or the hardest way...He went with option C which made her smile. It also earned him a date, which made him smile.
Still, the cake was quite beautiful (so beautiful in fact, that Fenrir made at least six more; three of which would be left for the feast for the workers and the other three he would take with him to the party.) The honey cake was eight thin layers filled and frosted with a sweet but slightly tangy whipped frosting - the tang came from the sour cream he added to it - and then dusted with crumbled leftover cake pieces to give it a real nice appealing look. He then placed several bees on top of each cake, made out of colored fondant, and accompanied the bees with some candy sunflowers. Once that was done, he placed the cakes in a nice cooler, protected and capsuled it all.
Then he gathered the ingredients for a nice tea that will be served alongside the cakes.
Finding out the address to the party was slightly harder than baking the cakes for it. But, once he had it, he made his way there rather quickly. He had long since known how to fly, so he found that was the fastest and most efficient way to travel; if he didn't want to spend time enjoying the scenery or attempting to get a date here or there with any man or woman that caught his eye. Once he arrived, he landed softly on the grass and made his way to where the food was being set up. There was already quite a lot of food there; two Turkeysaurus roasts, he had to admit they were impressive in their size.
"I brought the sweets," Fenrir commented to the nearest person, a blonde cyborg with bright yellow irises and black sclera - that was interesting, maybe he'd see if he could check out the young man's hard drive later. Still, he un-capsuled the cakes, placing the four cakes he had brought on the table, made a few last minute additions of extra edible sunflowers to make them look all the more festive, alongside with some fondant pumpkins and a little fondant turkey which he placed on the corner of each cake.
He also then got to work on preparing the tea which would be served with the cake. Once all was said and done, there was a nice sweet scent radiating from where Fenrir stood, emanating from the cakes but also from the nice soothing tea that would be served with them, "Alright, everyone dig in."
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Post by Grisha on Nov 28, 2020 9:37:10 GMT -8
A wagon pulled up to a tall tree house home being drawn by…well, not the ostrich chicken that sat in the back with its feet comically poking out. It was drawn by a giant Saiyan dressed nicely in a charcoal-black sweater and dress pants. The straps to the wagon were secured about his waist as a young girl, wearing a lengthy, sky-blue tunic hopped out. She placed some blocks behind the wagon wheels so it wouldn’t go rolling off. She was wearing some warm leggings and rabbit fur moccasins. A man climbed out of the back into the coach’s chair. He had the same blond hair as the girl, and they resembled each other in features. It was clear the two were related.
“Thank Kami we’re finally here,” Tobias muttered. His shoulders slumped some. Grisha had pulled the wagon so fast that he thought the whole thing was going to come apart. After they had loaded the snow boar in the back, the ostrich chicken hadn’t been strong enough to pull the wagon. Tobias was dressed similar to Grisha, wearing a forest green sweater with dark dress pants. It was a miracle Grisha was wearing anything at all since he always wore his tribal gear around the village. Lena had insisted he look like a gentleman since they were guests to another’s house.
Tobias craned his head to look up at the tree house. It was fancy, and supposedly more Saiyans resided there. As long as they didn’t have to take any home, he didn’t mind. Heck, he hoped he can dump some Saiyans off.
Grisha unbuckled himself from the wagon and announced his arrival with an overjoyed shout, “HAPPY THANKSGIVING!”
Lena walked around the back of the wagon to help the pink ostrich chicken down from the back. She brushed her feather-covered neck and cooed, “There, there Rosy.”
When they had to decide on a name for their ostrich chicken, Rosy had been a better name than Bird. Oddly, both Tobias and Grisha had wanted to call her bird. It was such a lazy name. Lena allowed the ostrich chicken to go free and graze upon the fresh grass.
“Grisha, I need help with the boar,” she called.
The giant walked around the back and reached into the wagon to slide out a massive pot. It was a black, oval roaster with a lid, and it was about the size of the wagon that carried it. Grisha lifted it above his head, supporting the base with a palm. He made the heavy, veiled feast look as light as a serving tray. Lena gazed up at him and asked, “Do you got it? You won’t let it fall, right? I worked very hard on that.”
Grisha held up a determined fist and reassured her, “Keep safe!”
Lena grinned and said, “Okay! Let’s go make some friends.”
Grisha and Lena turned to the tree house and started heading over, seeing others gathered outside. There was a cat, a strange boy with wings…hm…they didn’t look like Saiyans. A cyborg person and two others who looked normal enough. Lena and Grisha were both silently staring at the gathered group. Tobias approached behind them, carrying a rectangular-shaped bundle which was some snow loaf. He blinked and muttered aloud his thoughts, “What a motley crew. I guess this is the right place after all. If this had been a normal gathering, then I wouldn’t have believed it.”
Grisha closed his eyes and flared his nostrils as he took in all the smells. The food all smelled so good and Lena and Tobias both looked at the Saiyan when his stomach belched and rumbled its hunger.
“Settle down there, Big Guy. If we weren’t bringing the snow boar, then you would have been the other reason why we would have needed to bring a wagon,” Tobias said.
Grisha proudly grinned. “Grisha eat everything!”
His tail was already whipping wildly behind him in his excitement. Holidays were always so fun and there was always so much food. He couldn’t wait to eat. Lena rested a hand against his hip and said, “Grisha, I want you to say hello and socialize some before you start pigging out.”
Grisha’s tail stopped as he gave Lena a pathetic look. “Grisha no talk good…”
“You need to try and practice more.”
“Uh…Grisha too dumb. Lena can talk!”
Lena crossed her arms before her chest and glared up at the giant. “Grisha…you’re not getting out of this.”
“You better do as she says,” Tobias suggested.
Grisha sighed in defeat and dropped his head. He just wanted to stuff himself silly and leave. No one said anything about talking all day. He wanted to eat!
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Post by Bass on Nov 28, 2020 10:09:35 GMT -8
Sitting high under a starry night sky as evening had come, the Namekian rested within his new office in the new Momentum Corporation Headquarters. Things were coming together, though this particular location was for the most part still under construction. Parts of the building still had construction workers inside, a lot of the floors still required more electrical work and by kami the plumbing needed to be sorted out. Though Bass couldn't complain about the view and how far he'd come. Sitting in a cushy beige leather chair that was fit to his side, behind him was a glass window that took up the entire wall giving a high up view of South Cities thousands of glowing lights in the night. It felt like a dream in a sense- sure he could fly up high and get a similar feeling, but this came tied with corporate accomplishment and doing it the same way a normal person would. Not to mention his new office, as he span around in the chair to look about the new room. There were some details that still needed to be ironed out, but for the most part the red carpets and wooden finishes gave the room a very rustic and regal feeling as opposed to the modern designs that the rest of the building took. On a series of glass shelf illuminated by a dim and atmospheric light was a collection of figurines from various martial artists. Front and center in a display rack above the entryway was the Armor of Vegeta, his opinion of the artifact changed a lot when he realized it was from an ancient Saiyan. The armor of any ancient warrior was worthy of the same respect that person was. Though, short of holding the door or pleasantries given it was still an object.
Leaning forward on his desk and adjusting his personal lamp atop it, he put on his accounting spectacles and got back to work. Handling the future of The Momentum Corporation, seizing assets and developing new ones was a logistical nightmare that often took the later hours of his day when he wasn't committing himself to some of the most intense training he'd ever gone through in his life. Numbers, numbers, numbers page after page after page. Those details don't even include the legal side of things, with stacks of forms needing to be signed to authorize and legitimize moves that he was making globally. He underestimated just how much was needed to set up a military, and now realized that perhaps there was more of a reason than he thought that the Red Ribbon Army were remnants instead of a proper army anymore. Just about through another sheet of writing down different transactions from the day gone by the rotary style landline phone on his desk shook as it came to life with a mighty ring that made the whole appliance clatter. Quickly Bass's hand darted over the device and gripped it, bringing it to an ear.
Immediately he heard a voice he hadn't heard in a long voice before. At the same time, it didn't seem like he wanted to catch up on the phone. '“I am Cayle Pota("He-"), son of Pota Potaset("Cayl-"), himself son of Potaset Potaset ("just gim-"), who was himself the son of Potaset Pota("how di-"), who was himself the son of Pota Onio("pl-")- the same Pota Onio who was the son of Onio Pota ("let me-"), the very same Pota Onio who was the fifth born son of Pota the Proud ("how did you-"). Come to my thanksgiving party("DAMNIT CA-"). I have a lot of food("CAYLE!"). Okay("DON'T HANG-"), bye("CAAAAAAAAAAAAAYLE!")! Buuuuuuuuuurp.”'
"KAMI F*ING S***!" Bass grabbed the receiver of the phone and whipped it out of the open window out into the night. After six or so seconds of silence there was the sound of a waste bin eating it up followed by the startled screeches of a couple stray cats. Bass had just wanted to ask how he'd gotten his number, though as he sat there it started to make more sense to him- South City was a pretty specific location in number registries, not to mention it was his office called and not his personal number. Nevertheless what frustrated him the most was just not being able to get a word in, but for all the dramatic theatre he enacted it didn't mean too much. He wasn't even all that serious about it, the receiver had already been put into damages and would be reimbursed from his own pocket back on his table in tip top shape before midnight.
After a couple of minutes had passed, Bass considered what was actually said. Some kind of thanksgiving party, he thought he'd gotten passed all of the Human traditions but he'd seemingly missed thanksgiving, maybe because it was largely a family celebration. Though technically Christmas was as well, but he knew what Christmas was. Nevertheless it was some kind of gathering for a party. Bass could tell that he wasn't nearly the first to see this, as multiple impressive power signatures were converging on a single spot. It definitely made it easy for Bass to get there. Taking a deep breath and letting out a long sigh he went into a room attached to his office to reveal an astonishing wardrobe fit with formal and casual outfits.
He decided just to put on a soft orange t-shirt along with some brownish jeans. It was nighttime, so no real need for sunglasses. Nor was there a need for a hat given the sun wasn't out- but even if it was he wanted those rays anyways. Deciding on just the simple bassics, he'd close his eyes and shake out his limbs. Cracking a few bones and working out a few kinks he'd raise two digits to his forehead and lock onto the heavy collection of familiar and unfamiliar figures.
And then, he was standing among them.
"So, what is this 'thanksgiving party' all about anyways?"
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Post by Cayle Pota on Dec 1, 2020 1:45:55 GMT -8
While walking up with Alaric, Cayle nodded. “That's funnily enough not far from my own childhood, though it was my father, grandfather, grandmother and numerous others telling me the same thing and training me, at least before the attack.” He didn't explain more about that, but didn't seem to clam up at saying it, either.
Then they were at the top, and Cayle made his speech about the locations of the restrooms, and Alaric got caught up with interactions with Arashi, which meant the young Dragonling had friends.
Cayle, while profoundly serious in most cases, couldn't help but laugh a bit at Tiger Lily's initial song. It was definitely amusing, and he couldn't imagine how much time she had put into thinking it, or if she had heard it from some other place and modified it in a few places. Either way, it was amusing – and so he didn't do more than give her a loving smile when she showed up and a wave to Rosemary and Tiger Lily in general.
“Well, you will be the best if you work hard, Arashi.” Cayle told the young Dragonling, correcting him and trying to also be loving and friendly about it, a loving, encouraging tone being used rather than simply talking down to the young martial artist.
Then he was back into host mode, and soon saw Vidar, who Cayle greeted with a grin and a wave. “Welcome, welcome, Vidar. If you'd like any food please help yourself to what's already out, you can put the food you brought on the tables, they're Capsule Corp specially made and keep trays warm without having to warm the table themselves up.”
After that, Will O' Wisp arrived and Cayle had to step away to greet the cat martial artist, who seemed to have brought a lot of food himself. “Welcome, you can put it on the tables over there if you want to, feel free to help yourself to any food or drink already out.” he mentioned, only to be stopped in his foot prints by Tiger Lily singing yet another song. It would've been normal but he had never seen her so compulsively sing. Indeed he had never even heard her sing before, and he almost thought she was slurring her words slightly.
The Saiyan excuded himself from the cat with a wave of 'bye' and stepped towards his half-saiyan girlfriend, sniffing the air as she took sips of the thermos.
“Are you drinking the cider that I had a few days ago...? I think Friddar didn't think about it but it's alcoholic, Tiger Lily. Don't drink it... we need to get you some water and coffee instead..”
And so as the others arrived, he became busy flying up to the main kitchen of the treehouse and beginning to make some coffee, hot tea, and water for Tiger Lily to drink to chase the alcohol away with.
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Post by Will O. Wisp on Dec 2, 2020 21:39:25 GMT -8
Will looked to see that Vidar was here before him, and even brought a Turkeysaurus he cooked himself along with some vegetables, two Turkeysauruses in one Thanksgiving Dinner? Hopefully, enough people will come to be able to eat all of this and it doesn't go to waste as most food does. Will would notice a lot of people he does know like Arashi who at the moment is having fun with Ty Lee, though Ty Lee seems to be a bit out of it at the moment and singing a weird song. Though he doesn't know the brown-haired boy that was talking with Arashi, and also a large giant of a man with two blonde siblings, from the Will can hear them talking they seem to be related to the larger man. Well at the very least Will can socialize and meet more of Cayle's friends. Before Cayle arrived he witnessed another person he didn't know bring in a whole bunch of fancy desserts and sweets that made Will wish he made more than baked sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie, but at least he brought some. Can't imagine a Thanksgiving without them. Of course, there's Sweet Potato Casserole with marshmallows but alas Will had no marshmallows when he was cooking. He had to make do with what was near him and most of it was fish. He waves to Bass as he is approached by Rosemary. "Why yes Rosemary, I managed to make this all myself as soon as I got the call, my name is Will O. Wisp of the Turtle School. Nice to meet you." Will said. It is then he is approached by Cayle who greets him kindly and tells him where to put the food. "Thanks, Cayle I know a lot of the food I made was not entirely something people usually bring to Thanksgiving but best I could make due while-" Will said before being interrupted by Ty's singing. The fact that she is drunk worries Will but luckily Will has it handled. As Will set up all of the food he cooked onto the table he got a plate and sampled a bit of what he brought to the party. A plate of rice, a couple of calamari rings, two takoyaki balls, a small slice of stuffed flounder, a crab leg, a lobster claw, and some tempura. Just a bit of each dish he made so that he can have some for himself before everyone can take some. Though perhaps he should've after done cooking he was in a rush. As he takes a bit of each he purrs in delight as he is sampling each. Good to know he didn't forget how to cook well. He gets himself a drink, making sure to pick a nonalcoholic beverage to have, and holds his cup with his tail. He then hears Bass asking about Thanksgiving and walks over to tell him. "You see Thanksgiving was a holiday started as giving thanks for a bountiful harvest long ago. While the first Thanksgiving had Turkey they didn't have a lot of stuff we have now. While they did have turkey, potatoes, and various fruits and vegetables people eat during this day. Cause they were near a beach they also collected a lot of fish and shellfish including even eels for the first Thanksgiving dinner. It's what partially inspired me to decide to fish up some fresh to make dinner, one of the perks of living on an island in the middle of the Southern Sea, you can get a lot of great catches over there," Will said. Will then took a sip of his cup, waiting for Bass to talk or for anyone else to socialize with him. Word Count: 621 Total Word Count: 1,455
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Dec 7, 2020 9:59:06 GMT -8
Vidar had finished setting up his food when he felt a familiar energy approach. He turned and there stood Cayle; he knew this one. He had met him several times before the party; when dealing with pirates at his Taco King boat restaurant and dealing with a massive carrot shaped meteor that wasn't a meteor but instead a massive carrot shaped spaceship - which, once again made the blonde cyborg question why all of the ills plaguing Pilaf Land appeared to be vegetable based? Still, shaking those thoughts aside, he nodded to Cayle politely, "I brought this massive roasted fowl. I thought it would suffice as the protein for the meal. However, I see that another one had already been brought before me." He did notice that someone had brought another Turkeysaurus before he brought his.
He shrugged a bit, "More food for everyone." He did motion to the rather large array of glazed carrots that he had served his with, however; that made it somewhat different, right? "I'm not sure if anyone here enjoys carrots. I had to find a recipe that looked and sounded appetizing." It helped that he had access to a vast amount of carrots thanks to having aided Pilaf Land with their carrot fields.
He was unable to ask Cayle any questions regarding Thanksgiving, but, thankfully, someone else had also spoken up - in the form of a tall blue skinned ... eh whatever Bass was - and the small talking cat that was there - Will.O.Wisp began to explain it.
As Will spoke, Vidar listened and recorded the information, mentally taking note of it to store in his memory banks. Why? Well, any information was good information.
"Thanksgiving is a celebration in order to give thanks for...what you have?" It made sense, it was simple but effective; why wouldn't people give thanks for what they have? And what better way to do that than to throw a feast and invite other people to share what they had with them? It was a strangely simple but altruistic celebration.
"Doctor Kringle would approve." The cyborg mostly said that to himself then he peered over at the Turkeysaurus and wondered if he should have brought more of them along.
He did note that a very tall light haired man in red leather had shown up, bringing with him several beautifully decorated cakes; he even decorated them further after setting them up at the table.
"Those are impressive," Vidar looked over at the cakes, taking mental pictures using his HUD before the tall man finished decorating the cakes and stepped away from the table to mingle around the Thanksgiving party.
The cyborg then decided to try out some of the food as he walked over to the table and grabbed a plate as he began to serve small servings of everything that he could see. He may as well try a little bit of everything.
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