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[oi_theoi]

Who: You
When: Day 40, Early Afternoon
Where: Kitchen(= In the common area
What: Magic!

[At approximately the 3 o'clock hour on day 40, there is a loud, odd noise, a bit like a party blower crossed with an explosion. On the wall in the common area you will find the large, irridescent words:]

Well done.

[And you might be somewhat taken with very obvious changes to the building in the north-east corner of the level 3 common area.

First off, it's low front wall has now been covered with a shining metal counter top, complete with indents and glass covers, rather like any mess hall food line. Beyond that you can see a fully formed, industrial grade kitchen. Metal counters for prep areas, shelving for storage, white ceramic plate, bowls, silverware and glasses. Shelves full of stainless steel pots and pans of every size and need, and drawers full of excellent cooking knives (but having come from Hok, they will instantly go dull if used for any purpose other than cooking). Bakeware can also be found, including sheet pans and bread pans, muffin trays and bunt pans.

Large appliances have been taken care of too. There are at least four large ovens, several gas stovetop burners and a large griddle that has a grill attachment. In the corner there is even a brick oven, perfect for wood fire baking. There are several deep sinks, for cleaning dishes and plenty of space to dry them. An entire shelf is full of bright, durable white towels for the task.

And, if you venture into the kitchen and to the back, you will discover walk in pantry, fridge, and freezer. The pantry has been generously stocked with spices, as well as some basic god given baking supplies: sugar, flour, cocoa, yeast, and so on.

Finally, just outside the kitchen itself, there are several long, mess hall style wooden tables.

Basically, Thusia, you have a fully stocked kitchen, with everything you need to feed the populace, minus the actual food and, of course, chefs.]

Comments

[luckydog]

Yeah, that's me. The lucky dog.

[larcenous]

[her fingers twitch, tightening briefly]

Dumb lucky puppy.

[luckydog]

Does it gotta be a puppy?

[larcenous]

Puppies are cute.

[luckydog]

I dunno if I wanna be cute.

[larcenous]

Nothin' wrong with being cute.

[luckydog]

I've got some manly pride left in me.

[larcenous]

We'll haveta fix that.

[luckydog]

Hey...

[larcenous]

What?

[luckydog]

Sorry for worryin' ya.

[larcenous]

...

Just try not to do it again, 'kay?

[luckydog]

I'll be more careful, yeah.

[larcenous]

n' I'll keep a better eye on ya.

[luckydog]

I'm not the one needing a babysitter around here.

[larcenous]

Who is?

[luckydog]

The guys who come back missing limbs and stuff.

[larcenous]

Uh huh.

... 'sides, it ain't babysittin'.

[luckydog]

Yeah it is.

[larcenous]

Ain't. It's called bein' a responsible... thing.

[luckydog]

A responsible thing.

[larcenous]

Well, it's that or I start talkin' sappy just to see if you'll twitch.

[luckydog]

Pass~

[larcenous]

Note to self: talk sappy at Gian later.

As for you, shower time. [WE ARE HERE, shoves him towards the bathroom]

[luckydog]

[ Booooooo but okay fine showering. ]