Logs:Rendezvous and Cake
|Rendezvous and Cake|
|Dramatis Personae|| |
29 January, 2018
After a close call with an exploding ship Molly, Ting, and Isrieal meet up back at Izzy's club and are soon joined by others.
Isrieals panting by the time she reaches the club and she flops down beside the hottub, sticking her legs in it with boots on and all. "Why..../every/ time!" Sure enough there is a Ting as promised. She gives herself a moment to catch her breath and waits for Molls to show as well.
Molly has arrived, wearing her grey overcoat with the fuzzy collar, over her diving outfit. Stepping in and lookinag around, she hasn't been on this level before. It does not take much to notice the Ting, over in the tub. turning, she wanders over that direction, moving to sit on the edge of the hot tub. "Hey, sunshine, are you ok? I saw you swim off so figured you didnt get singed. I know Spooks is ok, I called her."
Ting is not ok, but she opens her eyes and summons a big smile. Appearances are important. "I am ok. Are you ok? Come in," she says, patting the underwater seat beside her. It's not a question. Where the Spring is always, always polite she is making demands now. Polite demands? "My Queen," she whispers, so as not to address Isrieal openly in such a strange way, "...may I have a drink? I don't have any money." The Waterborn never has money. This is a universal truth by now. "Poison, king, towers, assassination. Sounds like nobility? Something Gentry related?" Things are said in a hushed tone, with important words mouthed. The way people say 'rape' and 'cancer.' Issy mouths 'Keeper' and Ting stiffens. "I'm scared." It's a real emotion. She just hands it over to them.
Vocat arrives on the floor wearing what has become his typical uniform for the club: a three piece white suit with purple accents, a top hat with a purple band, and white boots (because the platforms have been killing him. Expertly balanced upon an upwards palm is a serving tray and upon said tray is a delightful assortment of cake pops in all sorts of fantastical color combinations which match the club aesthetic: cheese-cake, black forest, german chocolate, carrot, and more.. the roaming culinary genius has all one might want in a dessert. Additionally, some birthday cake shots adorn the tray, for those who wish a more liquid dessert. When he hears the question 'May I have a drink', he's almost just simply there! "Good Evening, how may I be of service? I have some fantastic shots.. and an assortment of cake pops if you wish to try one. Otherwise, I'd gladly take an order for cocktails." He bows at the hip to lower the tray.
Cake? And cake shots? Delivered by a handsome man in a wicked cool suit? Ting is dead. She is sure of it. That means Mol and Is are dead too. How horrible. To be dead. And yet, how lovely to be dead together. "Did we die? Was it painful?" She look up at Vocat and nods. Yes, bring the bottle her expression seems to say. The Spring stands in the hot tub and peers over at the bartender/chef. "Please?" It sounds almost pitiful. "May I have a cake pop and the drink thing? Maybe... two?" she ventures. Isrieal did say she can have whatever she wants. "He is... safe?" Like they can speak openly around him? Is he a robot? Robots are cool.
"We're alive Ting, I swear." She tells her then nods to Molly. "He is fairly safe, I'm certain." She eyes Vocat for a moment. "I did hire him after all." Yes. He's safe. She does take one of those cake drinks that he made and sips on it, alchohol is good after a weekend like this. "Ish is going to kill me if I even tell him about this one."
Vocat twirls the zester in his fingertips and then proceeds to zest the peel of a orange over a glass of rum. "A zester is a fine grater which is used to 'zest' things.. typically it's used on citrus fruit and the zest of the fruit is added while cooking or preparing drinks." The rum is deposited before Molly. "It adds notes of orange to the drink. It's a good thing." He grins at Ting, his skills now able to shine as he draws a knife, removes a protective sheath, and proceeds to cut the fruit. He does a little trickery and manages to produce what looks like flowers from the peels to garnish the glass of rum after he deposits bits of fruit into it. A brief stir and then the concoction is served to Ting. "I'm safe.. and quite -awake- to the goings of the world and its shadows." He tips his hat and then stands by.
Molly leans a little to Ting, "Sure, he is welcome to, but its Spooks place, so as long as she is cool with it." Looking off vacantly as she holds the glass of rum, "Oh thank you, mister. Smells wonderful...maybe I'll have to get some of those zesters for receptions we do." Making a fist, she lightly hammers it down on the side of the tub, out of frustration. "Damn it, I was so useless in there. It was a -ship- for fucksakes. I should have pulled that thing right on out into open waters and we could have cleared off the bombs and handled the bodies, but noo...I'm just rushing aorund half blind and unable to even get the log book out. Glad you all had -me- along o that."
"Guys, its no ones fault. We can't help what happened. A lot of weird things have been going on lately." She tells them. "Tomi is allowed. I stopped by to visit him earlier. Besides, I'm not going to tell people not to come to a club." She says with a bit of a laugh. Isrieal nods to Vocat. "Thanks. These are good."
"You are full of details. Oh! Flowers!" Ting is visibly charmed. She picks up an orange flower from the rim of her drink and sniffs it. "This is pretty. See?" she asks Molly, shoving it into her face. "He made flowers." When Vocat assures her that he is safe and awake she nods. "You look awake. I'm awake too." What's a Mage? She doesn't know or is really good at playing dumb. Maybe both. "I'm Ting," she tells him with a wide grin and a hot-tub-wet hand coming his way for a shake. Is he really just there to serve them? The Waterborn looks to the girls and grins. "Um, do you have something with chocolate pudding?" She's already on her third cake pop. This one is pink. Strawberry.
The Waterborn looks to Molly when she hits her fist down and jumps a little. "If we needed you to captain it things would have been different. It was encased in ice. Wired with bombs. That's sort of like cheating." She places a hand on Mol's shoulder and pats. She looks to Vocat again and knots her brow up in concern. "For real we can talk in front of him?" Paranoia is a good thing.
Vocat tips his hat again toward Izzy. "Do not hesitate to let me know if there is anything else I can do for you. I go by 'Vocat' if you need to call for me by name." He reaches forward and accepts Ting's hand offering it a polite shake. He hums curiously at her request and stands up right. He taps his chin with his index finger. "I have a chocolate mousse I was considering using for Neopolitan mousse cake." He eyes Ting for a moment and nods. "I'll be right back, need to stop by the kitchen for this one." And with that, he's off.
Molly waves to him, "Wait, I want one too if you can, Mr Vocat." Looking over to Izzy, "We can tip him, right? I don't care what he hears about dead people but when it comes to the skull stuff, we should try to keep that packed up from most people's ears. Where are we keeping that skull these days?"
The Spring looks between Isrieal and Molly. "He does everything," she whispers. "You must pay him a fortune. I want to own a club." Ah, the perks of the rich. Even now Ting is still always amazed. "If at all possible, I would prefer details about me not be the focus of the conversation." Ah, a private Ting. Who knew. "The skull and mirror are sensitive. As are the children in the hospital, but if he can 'do' things maybe we could get his help?" All of this is whispered. He could be scrying away, but she is precautious regardless. "How did you wake up, Issy? We definitely need a big meeting. With cooperation." Ting is so about togetherness and communication. When it does not involve her.
Vocat returns after a few minutes with a new tray. This one contains glass cups filled with a rich airy chocolate mousse. Fresh mint leaves have been gently pressed onto the surface to give the dish a little color.. and because Vocat struggles with serving anything without some kind of garnish. Plating is important! He considers the merits of asking to have a dumbwaiter installed, just so he can 'pretend' to use it while bending space and time to retrieve delectables. He has, of course, missed the commentary about the Skull. "Here you are ladies. I bought three just in case the Lady of the House would like one as well." He sets each delicately down within reach.
Molly takes one and leans back. "Maybe we can find a spot to gather at. I don't think it should be here or anywhere normal. Like I can rent a warehouse maybe. If this....action of ours is causing attention, the last thing we need is some ...crime here or anywhere that is part of our actual lives."
Isrieal nods. "Yeah I agree. We'll find some secure place that isn't tied to any of us." When Vocat returns she takes up one of the chocolate mousse dishes. These people here really seem to love sweets. "We'll figure this out." She assures them then stares at her phone, texting back and forth a few times. She even seems to snap a picture of a bird in a nest outside the window nearby and sends that along too. "How do you like it here so far?" She asks Vocat. "Everything going well for you?"
Mousse. Ting takes one and actually dips her tongue into it for a taste. Oops. Manners. Then she looks at the other unmolested cup and up-nods her chin when Isrieal takes it. "Sorry. Thank you. Vocat. You're super cool. I bake cakes. Maybe I could bring you one and you could give me some tips?" The Spring loves to learn, and cakes are her passion, so... That and Contract Magic, but that's not important now. She glances to Molly and nods. "A private meeting area. A secure meeting area. We need that. Yes. I also think we should stay in groups. Pairs at least." Says the wayward wandering Ting. She leans back in the hot tub and holds the cake pop against her lips. "Today was very tiring."
Wandering into the club, Charley is on a mission of sorts. Weird things happened at the cemetery she visited recently and was looking for one of the people she had encountered there. Hearing that the club owner is on the rooftop area, the medium makes her way up there. She's definitely not dressed in clubwear, opting for her more comfortable and usual style. A simple jacket, leggings, and sneakers, her trusty messenger bag hanging from her shoulders. Spotting the very striking Isrieal, she pauses for a moment before slowly making her way to approach her and the others with her. A hand lifts to give a slightly nervous wave. "Uh, hey there."
Vocat nods to Izzy and tips his hat in Holmes' direction though he retreats somewhat as its clear people have business with the owner. His phone buzzes, and he chimes, 'Break time!' He pulls up a chair and sits somewhat close to Ting. He leans over. "So what sort of cakes do you enjoy to bake? I'm a big fan of carrot myself. Though I do enjoy chocolate done well with a little orange zest added." He pours himself a glass of rum from the Santa Teresa bottle, briefly counts his tip from Molly, and then settles down, folding a leg over the other.
Once she's close enough to the gathered group, Charley slows to a stop. A glance is made over those in the immediate area, then she returns her attention to Isrieal. "Everything is okay enough, yeah," she answers with a small nod of her head. "I just uh, wanted to talk about that cemetery stuff? Like, obviously not right here right now," she says with a brief gesture to the crowd and the open area. "But, sometime maybe?" she suggests, raising her brows with both curiosity and hopefulness.
"It might be in popular in the club because I have a desperate sweet tooth and deadly sugar addiction. I'm a dessert junkie," Ting whispers to Vocat. "Baking in the kitchen is so relaxing for me and seeing someone close their eyes and drool a little bit when I feed them..." Did she just pant a little? "It's nice," she ends with, grinning a toothy grin at him. "I don't care about calories. I swim a lot. A lot." A lot. It is important to note that she swims almost every day, even in this wretched weather. A lot a lot. "Lemon on steamed vegetables is a really simple pairing I am addicted to right now. Broccoli with lemon and sesame seeds is making me crazy this week. Strange things excite me," she admits. "Sauteed onions on cheese and toast. Just that. Slays me." The cake pop in her hand is nibbled. "These are amazing. The mocha one made my mouth water so much I felt like I was slurping it." Charley and Holmes seem to be mistaking their presence for intrusion, so the Waterborn turns her back on them, as if to say that Issy is totally free and ignoring her and Vocat. "The private room," she whispers to the chef. "How soon? I would like to share with you. Did you go to culinary school?" Mixing topics is a thing she does.
Isrieal takes the number from her. "Thank you. I'll call soon." She nods to Holmes as well. "Yes. Of course I'll stop by, just call me when you are free." She tells him. So much to do! "I should probably go get some sleep, I'm really tired from earlier." Ting understands. "But thatnks for coming by. Feel free to help yourselves guys." She waves to them and goes to head out.