The Head Chef is watching as guests of all classes sample the different foods and drinks his underlings have to offer.
Sergei sips a couple different drink, looking uncomfortably at the head chef. He says to himself, “How unsettling…”
Chef Barbeau seems to somehow hear this from half the deck away. He turns suddenly and walks over. "How are you enjoying your samples, sir?" The lips of the mask don't move when he talks. Every other minute expression is tracked, but somehow speech is not.
Sergei fumbles his drink a little. “Uh-I…delicious! I just love fruity drinks. He. Hehe.”
"I can understand if my appearance disturbs you, but please, for the sake of my artists, be completely honest. If you don't enjoy it now, I doubt you'll enjoy it served at the Whalebone for every remaining day of your trip. Don't worry about how I'll respond. I'm harmless. The only thing on this ship that hurts me is when the guests aren't happy with what we make."
“No, no. It’s truly very good. Is there a pineapple drink by any chance?”
"Of course. Brewmaster Hawkshaw!" He calls, not aggressively, just raising his voice loud enough to be heard. A short, grey-skinned creature with a long nose and large ears shuffles over, carrying a tray of bright yellow drinks. "Yes, Chef." "Thank you. Your Pineapple Rawshock, please." Barbeau turns back to Sergei. "You seem like the type of man who likes his drinks hard."
The goblin(?) offers a sugar-rimmed glass to Sergei.
“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
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No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Of course. Brewmaster Hawkshaw!" He calls, not aggressively, just raising his voice loud enough to be heard. A short, grey-skinned creature with a long nose and large ears shuffles over, carrying a tray of bright yellow drinks. "Yes, Chef." "Thank you. Your Pineapple Rawshock, please." Barbeau turns back to Sergei. "You seem like the type of man who likes his drinks hard."
The goblin(?) offers a sugar-rimmed glass to Sergei.
“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
"I apologize, then. I jumped to conclusions before asking questions. How very un-chef-like of me. We have pineapple soft drinks as well if you would like some of that. Our soda is some of the best in the world."
Sergei has likely never heard of fruit soda, let alone experienced fizzy soft drinks at all.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course. Brewmaster Hawkshaw!" He calls, not aggressively, just raising his voice loud enough to be heard. A short, grey-skinned creature with a long nose and large ears shuffles over, carrying a tray of bright yellow drinks. "Yes, Chef." "Thank you. Your Pineapple Rawshock, please." Barbeau turns back to Sergei. "You seem like the type of man who likes his drinks hard."
The goblin(?) offers a sugar-rimmed glass to Sergei.
“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
"I apologize, then. I jumped to conclusions before asking questions. How very un-chef-like of me. We have pineapple soft drinks as well if you would like some of that. Our soda is some of the best in the world."
Sergei has likely never heard of fruit soda, let alone experienced fizzy soft drinks at all.
Never. He comes from a poor town, he only got enough money for this cruise from a scholarship.
“Soft drink? I suppose most drinks are technically soft, as they aren’t sharp or tough.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
"I apologize, then. I jumped to conclusions before asking questions. How very un-chef-like of me. We have pineapple soft drinks as well if you would like some of that. Our soda is some of the best in the world."
Sergei has likely never heard of fruit soda, let alone experienced fizzy soft drinks at all.
Never. He comes from a poor town, he only got enough money for this cruise from a scholarship.
“Soft drink? I suppose most drinks are technically soft, as they aren’t sharp or tough.”
"Soft and hard refers to alcohol content. Hard means it contains some, while soft means it contains none." He calmly explains.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
"I apologize, then. I jumped to conclusions before asking questions. How very un-chef-like of me. We have pineapple soft drinks as well if you would like some of that. Our soda is some of the best in the world."
Sergei has likely never heard of fruit soda, let alone experienced fizzy soft drinks at all.
Never. He comes from a poor town, he only got enough money for this cruise from a scholarship.
“Soft drink? I suppose most drinks are technically soft, as they aren’t sharp or tough.”
"Soft and hard refers to alcohol content. Hard means it contains some, while soft means it contains none." He calmly explains.
“I see. So a soft drink would be like a smoothie? I’ve had plenty before.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Soft and hard refers to alcohol content. Hard means it contains some, while soft means it contains none." He calmly explains.
“I see. So a soft drink would be like a smoothie? I’ve had plenty before.”
"We have a type of soft drink that is fairly rare, but it comes free with your stay. It fizzes like sparkling wine, and it tastes like whatever you choose to flavor it like it. Typically fruit, but some people want patent medicine flavors. We don't judge."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Soft and hard refers to alcohol content. Hard means it contains some, while soft means it contains none." He calmly explains.
“I see. So a soft drink would be like a smoothie? I’ve had plenty before.”
"We have a type of soft drink that is fairly rare, but it comes free with your stay. It fizzes like sparkling wine, and it tastes like whatever you choose to flavor it like it. Typically fruit, but some people want patent medicine flavors. We don't judge."
“I guess I’ll try it. What do you call it?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 21
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 27
There is one, sleeping behind an ice chest. She seems fine, despite the cold.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Luci is sitting on the deck, looking over the old photo of her parents that the Captain had somehow printed out. She wipes away blooming tears and sniffs. She gently folds the picture into an origami of a small bunny, setting it aside.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 27
There is one, sleeping behind an ice chest. She seems fine, despite the cold.
He stealths around, trying not to wake her. Stealth: 19
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 27
There is one, sleeping behind an ice chest. She seems fine, despite the cold.
He stealths around, trying not to wake her. Stealth: 7
The cook murmurs as Nueve accidentally bumps a hook, causing it to screech loudly against the frozen metal rail it is on.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nueve leaves to poke around some more. “Where was that painting?”
They find it again relatively quickly. It's on the floor, and the door is opened.
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 27
There is one, sleeping behind an ice chest. She seems fine, despite the cold.
He stealths around, trying not to wake her. Stealth: 7
The cook murmurs as Nueve accidentally bumps a hook, causing it to screech loudly against the frozen metal rail it is on.
“Sh:t” He looks for an exit
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
He stealths around, trying not to wake her. Stealth: 7
The cook murmurs as Nueve accidentally bumps a hook, causing it to screech loudly against the frozen metal rail it is on.
“Sh:t” He looks for an exit
The door is still there, but it would be very loud if he knocked down the painting, and there's no guarantee that he would make it in time.
Is the door he came through the only exit?
Sorry, no, there is another, larger door at the end of the hall. It looks like it came straight out of an oversized submarine.
“This place is really a hodgepodge of everything. Random snowy cabins in the middle of nowhere, a submarine door in a walk in freezer, whats next?” He goes over to inspect the sub door.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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“Hard? Oh, no. I’m not sure what the type of man I seem to be, but that’s not it. I won’t bother with returning this drink though.” Sergei sips his drink, and enjoys it very much.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I apologize, then. I jumped to conclusions before asking questions. How very un-chef-like of me. We have pineapple soft drinks as well if you would like some of that. Our soda is some of the best in the world."
Sergei has likely never heard of fruit soda, let alone experienced fizzy soft drinks at all.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Never. He comes from a poor town, he only got enough money for this cruise from a scholarship.
“Soft drink? I suppose most drinks are technically soft, as they aren’t sharp or tough.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He enters and then uses his telekinesis ray to put the painting back up. “What kind of things are really hiding in here…”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Soft and hard refers to alcohol content. Hard means it contains some, while soft means it contains none." He calmly explains.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He finds himself in a very cold room with meat hooks hanging from the ceiling. It seems the Chef and his goons just left through here. There are multiple chairs and ice chests set up, and carcasses hang from some of the hooks. There are even some beholder parts, which I'm not sure if they would horrify or amuse a different beholder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I see. So a soft drink would be like a smoothie? I’ve had plenty before.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"We have a type of soft drink that is fairly rare, but it comes free with your stay. It fizzes like sparkling wine, and it tastes like whatever you choose to flavor it like it. Typically fruit, but some people want patent medicine flavors. We don't judge."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I guess I’ll try it. What do you call it?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Wonderful. Someone’s eating my Uncle Timothy (not a real person).” He looks around to see if there are any cooks left in the room. Perception: 21
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
There is one, sleeping behind an ice chest. She seems fine, despite the cold.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Luci is sitting on the deck, looking over the old photo of her parents that the Captain had somehow printed out. She wipes away blooming tears and sniffs. She gently folds the picture into an origami of a small bunny, setting it aside.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A large warforged lumbers about the top decks, electric blue eyes taking in all of the wonderous things.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
He stealths around, trying not to wake her. Stealth: 19
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The cook murmurs as Nueve accidentally bumps a hook, causing it to screech loudly against the frozen metal rail it is on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sh:t” He looks for an exit
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The door is still there, but it would be very loud if he knocked down the painting, and there's no guarantee that he would make it in time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Is the door he came through the only exit?
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Sorry, no, there is another, larger door at the end of the hall. It looks like it came straight out of an oversized submarine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“This place is really a hodgepodge of everything. Random snowy cabins in the middle of nowhere, a submarine door in a walk in freezer, whats next?” He goes over to inspect the sub door.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor