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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 2:58 pm
**catches the Spatula**
And I would be honored to teach, thank you Master Chef.
**Takes a second to get oriented with the kitchen, pulls back his hair, and washes his hands. The he starts grabbing the ingredients while he's tells the Black Chef what he will need**
Alright, we need one loaf of bread, six eggs, a third of a cup of milk, 1 ounce of ground cinnamon, half of an ounce of ground nutmeg, and a little butter.
**starts the burners up again, sets a pan approperate for cooking french toast on it, and grabs a mixing bowl and describes what he's doing while he's doing it**
You mix all six eggs with the cinnamon, nutmeg and milk in a bowl and blend it together with a whisk while the pan heats.
**cleans as he goes, then goes back to the pan**
Once the pan is heated, you add a little butter to the pan to prevent sticking and to add flavor. Use as much as you like, but usually no more than a tablespoon will be needed.
**while the butter starts sizzling**
Then you slice the bread into one inch wide strips and dunk them in the egg mixture to coat them completely. Then place them in the pan to cook on each side for about a minute or until it's a golden brown.
**while the batter dipped bread starts cooking, Lanhie grabs the powdered sugar and the butter as well as a plate and utensils for the Black Chef**
I try to do it about six strips at a time to not get overwhelmed, but you're much more skilled in here than I, so once you get comfortable with it you can do however many you feel comfortable with.
**once they're done, Lanhie takes the cooked french toast sticks out of the pan and places them on the plate and smears the butter and powdered sugar over them while preping another set**
Here you go!
**slides the plate over to the Black Chef and hands him a fork**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:04 pm
Umm, I don't know how exactly to ask this, so please bare with me. I've gathered that you and the captain are close and I was just wondering if you could help me with a slight, quest I guess you could call it, concerning a crew member.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:09 pm
Close as can be 'luv. 'Course Kitty, come on in.
::The woman was naked. Even on Gaia thats not normal. So she stepped into her room and gestured for Marissa to folow. She wouldnt wait for Marissa to finish, she would dress while she spoke. Tight green pants, a shirt with a slit straight down the middle from neck to belly button, and a large flamboyant hat with a large red feather. Fingerless gloves followed, and were inturn followed by long black leather boots. And she sat upon her bed waiting for Marissa to finish up.::
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Ehhh, who are you? Oh yeah, Birdbrain...uh hold on.
::After another 53 unclicks a giant door slid open leading into a pitchblack room, and a single semi-glowing snake eye could be seen and a hand gesturing for him to come in.::
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::He took a bite and there was a pause. A hint. A wait.::
Fw-fw-fw-fw-fw-fwa!? It cannot be!
::He finds himself launched back several feet with nearly visible stars floating around his eyes.::
It cannot be. I owe you very big great time giant favor!
::He bowed several times and scooted back up to the chair.::
How can I ever repay you Master Long Hair Chef Man!
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:21 pm
::she follows the fire spirit into her room.:: it is in refernce to the contracts the captain makes all workers signed. If he deceived a signer about the location of a destince, is there any way the contract may be broken?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:22 pm
:: walks into the captain's room ::
I just wanted to ask you a few things.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:22 pm
**a Huge, happy smile crosses Lanhie's face**
You've done more than enough, Thank you Master Chef. And please, call me Lanhie. biggrin
**Bows to the Black Chef**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:31 pm
He-he-he....hahahahaaa...your cute kitty.
::She said as she folded her legs.::
You dont know how many times I hear that. The cap'ns a snake. Outside and inside, you should see his room.
::She shook her head, assuming she'd figured this whole situation out, patted Marissa on the head and started making her way out the room.::
A lil' time on board'll do alot for ya. We cant be making a buncha extra stops luv, you three get off in Guldor, its only a couple days away. You'll survive, your a big girl, I saw...we all saw.
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--SLAM--
::As the giant door shuts with 53 locks engaging again.::
Uh-huh?
::A flick is heard as the lights turn on and....snakes. From from to back. Snake-skin boots, books, wallpaper, and not painted, REAL SNAKE SKIN. Over the giant bed shaped liked a coiled snake was the head of a giant snake leaning downward. Beside the bed were 3 pythons in rather large tanks, waiting to be fed.
...Their tanks filled with feathers.
Lick, Lick.::
Whats up Birdy?
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No!
::He bowed again several times.::
Master Long Hair Chef Lanhie! Thank you to eternity!
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:34 pm
I was wondering how you've managed to operate a ship this large all on your own? How do you keep the crew in check? I've always had a problem with such things and was wanting your person experience on the subject.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:34 pm
Its not myself or my two companions. Its one of the old crew members, Mackey. Is there anything that could be done to break Mackey's contract?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:39 pm
::Now that was interesting, Audi stopped in mid stop and turned around, with a look of curiousity smattered across her face.::
Mackey? He's been here forever, no ones ever asked about him...why would you want to do a thing like that?
::Her arms folded across her chest as she awaited an answer.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:44 pm
Mackey reminds me a lot of home. Also he may well be from my home, its just not on Gaia and the captain did not inform him of this so he has been on this ship for 83 years. Also Mackey has a lot of potential that needs to be tapped, but I haven't come across anyone so far who has that capability; please take no insult from that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:50 pm
Aye, I know. The Cap'n got him good. But he got us all pretty good. Sure, I'm here now on my own will but...
::With a wave of her hand, her hand finds itself enveloped in flame and then snuffed as she clenches her fist.::
I wasnt always so...agreeable.
::She shakes her head.::
The Cap'n preys on beasts with honor, and those that dont know where they're goin'. I was going to "fire land". There aint a fire land.
::She laughs, the memory of her own naivity.::
He might let someone else fill Mackey's place, but Mackey would have to agree. What can I say? I dont agree with the Cap'n but Mackeys a good worker...he wont be easy to tear out of his coils.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:52 pm
Thank you for your advice. I have 2 days to come up with something so I will leave you, find my room and think. Again, thank you. ::she leaves the fire spirits presence and goes to find her room and think::
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:06 pm
**looks confused for a flicker of a second**
Suit yourself on the name thing Master Chef, but you're welcome for the french toast sticks recipe.
**finishes cooking up the mix while thinking**
I wonder if Marissa would like some of these. Then again, I don't want to upset her. She's really easily upset right now, and we haven't even been gone a day.
**looks to the Black Chef**
What do you think I should do?
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:16 pm
Uh....
::He scratches his chin, and looks completely and utterly confused for a moment until a loud thump smashes into the kitchen. Well, not literally, but the mans foot kicking the door sounded akin to a thundercrack.
As the door flew open a loud man stepped through. He was bout 8ft tall, 320 lbs, and had about 8 arms. Most of the wieght came from the muscle and extra muscle mass around 8 muscular arms. Each rested on his "hip/shoulder", and he boisterously shouted.::
China Chef! Wheres's the shrimp!?
::The Black Chef suddenly got a bit jittery but stood up the 8 armed man.::
I uh, I ated it myself Hachi-son.
IDIOT!
::The voice shouted back across at him four arms performed a unified smack across the mans face, chest, and torso sending it flying to the side and into a wall with a loud thud which K.O'd the poor man.::
You!
::The 8 armed man pointed directly at Lahnie.::
Whaddya think yer lookin' at!?
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