[Open] Accidents In The Banquet Hall
Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 7:45 pm
Banquet Hall | Dentis 26th | Evening
The kitchens of Brunnhold were fast-paced and ever hot, and not a place most enjoyed spending their time. Though there was plenty of time between meals to make sure that everything was always prepared and ready to go, it still typically wound itself into a storm of chaos, almost always in emotional form. The gated passives at work hardly spoke a word to one another while prepping and preparing food, yet there was almost always tension in the air; always at least one total stop-clocker on duty that just had to ruin the mood for everyone.
Perhaps these were things only Lars picked up on, or maybe he was the only one that felt that way. After all, most of the other passives in servitude tended to feel more... solidarity with each other. He simply wanted them out of his way, and out of the clocking kitchen. He had work to do, and wasn't going to let his time be consumed with conversation with fellow passives; he would much rather focus on the food.
Food was always kind, food was always respectful. It only did what he allowed it to do. Sometimes he liked to dwell on the thought of having power over something, anything. It was an interesting thought, albeit a useless one.
After spending most of his day stacking and organizing books in the library, the evening promised kitchen duty; Lars' favorite. It was why he entered the main kitchen with a relatively pleasant expression, and got to work immediately. Formal dinner for the sixth years, and Lars liked to do his best on nights such as these. Nights when professors and other respectable galdori ate the food he (and his fellow servants, sure) created. Had to be on his best behavior.
Lars much preferred the baking of desserts, and so spent the majority of his shift before dinner working on them. A handful of cheesecakes; some with a sweet blistleberry sauce over top, the others with a sweet pumble puree swirled within in a marbled fashion. For those that opposed cheesecake, Lars worked on apple cinnamon pies with a golden, sugared crust, as well as little cups of sweet, thickened cream mixed with leftover blistleberry sauce.
Finding the selection of desserts adequate for the moment, he worked then on the main courses. Hingle slow-roasted with vegetables, fresh vegetables and fruit for those that disliked the delicate taste of hingle, and a myriad of other options Lars was too busy to notice. In any matter, he was halfway through cleaning up when the banquet hall began to fill, bringing students and professors alike.
Even before stepping out of the kitchen, Lars could feel the energy. All of their fields, though he felt them every day, were still strange and a source of confusion to the passive. Mainly, knowing that he didn't have one.
It was soon after that he was grabbing for trays, following the other gated passives as they exited the kitchen and started setting everything out on the tables for the galdori to begin their formal dinner.
Perhaps these were things only Lars picked up on, or maybe he was the only one that felt that way. After all, most of the other passives in servitude tended to feel more... solidarity with each other. He simply wanted them out of his way, and out of the clocking kitchen. He had work to do, and wasn't going to let his time be consumed with conversation with fellow passives; he would much rather focus on the food.
Food was always kind, food was always respectful. It only did what he allowed it to do. Sometimes he liked to dwell on the thought of having power over something, anything. It was an interesting thought, albeit a useless one.
After spending most of his day stacking and organizing books in the library, the evening promised kitchen duty; Lars' favorite. It was why he entered the main kitchen with a relatively pleasant expression, and got to work immediately. Formal dinner for the sixth years, and Lars liked to do his best on nights such as these. Nights when professors and other respectable galdori ate the food he (and his fellow servants, sure) created. Had to be on his best behavior.
Lars much preferred the baking of desserts, and so spent the majority of his shift before dinner working on them. A handful of cheesecakes; some with a sweet blistleberry sauce over top, the others with a sweet pumble puree swirled within in a marbled fashion. For those that opposed cheesecake, Lars worked on apple cinnamon pies with a golden, sugared crust, as well as little cups of sweet, thickened cream mixed with leftover blistleberry sauce.
Finding the selection of desserts adequate for the moment, he worked then on the main courses. Hingle slow-roasted with vegetables, fresh vegetables and fruit for those that disliked the delicate taste of hingle, and a myriad of other options Lars was too busy to notice. In any matter, he was halfway through cleaning up when the banquet hall began to fill, bringing students and professors alike.
Even before stepping out of the kitchen, Lars could feel the energy. All of their fields, though he felt them every day, were still strange and a source of confusion to the passive. Mainly, knowing that he didn't have one.
It was soon after that he was grabbing for trays, following the other gated passives as they exited the kitchen and started setting everything out on the tables for the galdori to begin their formal dinner.