Closed [The Rearing Inn]The Cat and her Cook (Orin and Sylvette)

[Eludine]

25 Spring, 515 AV
30 Chimes after the 11th bell

The sun was out and it was a beautiful day in Syliras. Now that Eludine was all unpacked, and quite comfortable in her new home, she decided that is was time to finally get out and explore this strange new town, perhaps even meet the people. So, after cleaning up her breakfast, she put on her boots and did up her makeup and hair a little bit. She put a few Mizas in her pocket before heading out into the street.

She stood outside her house for a second, wondering which way she should go. Staring at the sky for a second, Eludine finally decided to go right, towards the center of the city. Whenever someone would pass her on the street, she would avert her eyes, trying not to make eye contact with any of these people. This place was not the same as Mura, and she did not know the nature of the people yet.

It was a few chimes later when Eludine came upon a small tavern, it seemed. The sign outside, swaying in the breeze, read The Rearing Stallion. That sounds pleasant, she thought to herself, before pushing open the door and walking in. Perhaps she could find employment within, for she found herself running out of food and she would need a way to pay for the food eventually.

The place was lit quite well inside, and a few people here and there were eating and talking. It did not seem dangerous, and so slowly and carefully Eludine walked up to the bar where she sat down.

[Orin Fenix]

Orin Fenix Food Equals Love Orin was dealing with his least favorite task: cleanup. ”You’d think that it would be easy not to make a mess wouldn’t you? Apparently no one told our patrons that.” Orin muttered to Ginger as he passed from the noisy common room to the marginally less noisy kitchen. Remi heard his comment and chuckled, winking at him as he passed. Orin had been taken off his kitchen duties for the day for two reasons. One, a barmaid was sick. She had sent a message this morning that she had a fever. Remi and Kevith had told all their employees that any sickness beyond a cold was not welcome in their tavern. Ever since Sayana had stumbled in one night, barely able to stand, it had become official policy. Kevith and Remi knew how fast an illness could spread in the confines of the city. Many people passed through The Rearing Stallion each day and the two owners didn’t want to be responsible for an outbreak. However, this normally wouldn’t have been enough for Orin to be working in the front room. Someone, though, whose name might just happen, to be Rondo, had, in a spree of cooking, forgotten to keep track of the kitchen plates. They had too many dishes on the plates that would normally be circulating around outside, and the way Rondo had cooked meant that none of his dishes could be combined. So, they needed Orin to go out and grab them from patrons as soon as they were finished, wash them, and send them back out again. Remi was fuming but there wasn’t anything she could do. Orin harbored a secret belief that Rondo had done all this on purpose to assert his dominance in the kitchen. Orin was getting supremely tired of the power plays and politics going on around here. It was a kitchen, by the gods, not the inner sanctum of the Council of Three. Especially since it keep shoving Orin into increasingly more ridiculous scenarios. Placing the plates in the already soapy washbasin, Orin began scrubbing at the dirt and the grime and the remains of the meal that had been on it. Soon the water was dark with accumulated crud and the cloth wasn’t looking much better. Orin’s hands were reddened and cracked and stinging from the harsh soap they used. But the plate was clean. It was whisked out of his hands by Rondo who inspected it. Orin knew it was clean, and he met the man glare for glare. Rondo looked away first, and Orin smiled in satisfaction. While normally Orin was cheerful and carefree, he held a daily deepening hatred for Rondo that was entirely out of character for him, but also entirely justified. Picking up the washbasin with a grunt, Orin staggered to the back door. It was incredibly heavy with all that water in it. Orin had to concentrate of his footing to make sure none of it slopped over the edge. If it did Orin would had to clean up the spill despite the fact that it wouldn’t harm the floor none. Reaching the doorway, Orin tossed the dirty water outside, carefully avoiding hitting either the passersby or the bushes and plants growing on the side of the road. Orin couldn’t imagine soap would help their growth. Taking the now significantly lighter basin to the pump, Orin filled it until it approached its former weight. Making his careful way back to the washing station, Orin placed the basin down with a distinct feeling of relief. His arms were burning from an entire morning of hauling that load back and forth from the door. The plates Orin had cleaned had already been pressed into service. Shaking his arms out, Orin walked to the door to the main portion of the tavern. Pausing for just a moment, Orin squared his shoulders before pushing the door open and taking the plunge. Immediately he was assaulted by a riot of sights, sounds, and colors. The tavern was quickly filling up as people started taking their lunches, which wasn’t helping with Orin’s plate problem any. Sighing, he darted between two tables to snag an empty plate, practically from under a customer’s hand. The lunch rush was always crazy and today was no exception. Making his way to the outside of the room, Orin scanned the room for another plate Orin could rescue. People were shouting to make themselves heard and gesticulating wildly and Orin had trouble spotting anything at all in this mess. That is, other than a woman who stood in the doorway before making her way to the bar, seating herself at it gracefully. Orin quickly moved to intercept her so that when she was seated he would appear almost immediately at her side. She had blonde hair that almost seemed to shimmer with hidden color, though Orin was sure his eyes were just playing tricks on him. She was a few inches shorter than Orin, with pale skin and, as Orin saw when he got closer, eyes that were a striking shade of blue green. She was quite pretty, and if it hadn’t been Orin’s job to interact with her he would’ve been too terrified to approach. As it was, he didn’t have a choice. But he was confident enough in his duties and his authorities not to let his usual fear of socializing with others interfere. ”Hi, I’m Orin and I work here at The Rearing Stallion. Can I get you anything to eat or drink? Our special today is delicious if you’d like to hear it.” His tone was polite and enthusiastic. Remi had drilled all her servers on the proper etiquette when approaching customers and Orin could feign a cheery mein if he had too in his sleep now. But he didn’t need that particular trick at the moment. It was only when customers started getting aggressive or demanding that the mask started to slide into place. As long as this woman stayed friendly and didn’t overstep what Orin was comfortable with, there was no reason Orin couldn’t treat her friendly enough.

[Sylvette Sciath]

Following Orin around was Sylvette hobby when she wasn't napping, He was her master and she never tired of observing him, from the way he wiped his sweat or the small ways you could read his mood. This particular evening they had him doing odd jobs that involved cleaning rather than cooking, which unsurprisingly irritated him, though the irritation was logical considering the source was the rather unpleasant head chef called Rondo who had a tendency to make things more difficult than they had to be. Sylvette's favorite place was too paces off from Orin's right side, it was from there she followed him home every day and back to work in the morning, It had actually been something she had started doing unconsciously until she had realized that it was her preferred place to be when Orin walked to close to a wall for her to walk there and it had bothered her, though in hindsight it had been a rather amusing discovery, one that showed just how close she was becoming to her master. Following her master around Sylvette was beginning to get a pretty decent understanding of the job Orin did and the things one had to do to do it, the cooking Orin did on a daily basis was beginning to seem like a more interesting thing to do on a daily basis and so were the multitude of other things Orin liked to busy himself with, from herbs to spices. Though on this aprticular day Orin was working the front so Sylvette was much more mobile following him to and from the kitchen and the dining area. Sylvette had taken rather well to the Stallion, though she was occasionally chased out of the kitchens by rondo the occasional pets and belly rubs from Remi made up for it in full. Sylvette found that she rather liked that woman, though not as much as her master. Following Orin out the door the back again as he dumped water out the back and doing a little hop when she was nearly splashed by some of the water, Sylvette made a mental note to follow from a slightly greater distance when water was involved from her on out. Following her master back to the kitchen where he filled the basin again with water, watching from a larger distance than she previously had and putting it back so that he could begin the process of cleaning plates anew. After that he again headed out into the front, a place that judging from the slight shudder he made before pushing his way out, made him nervous Sylvette again followed on his right side pausing when her master did to greet a very pale woman who had just entered the tavern and after He had made his Greeting Sylvette punctuated his Hello with her most Polite "meow".

[Eludine]

Most of the time Eludine took to minding her own business and keeping her head down but in a new environment like this she couldn't help but take a quick glance around. Unlike Mura, which screamed grace and beauty, this place was just... normal. Made of wood and cobblestone, lit with fires, it was like the places humans stayed in in Eludine’s books. Very stereotypical. She was learning more and more about the human culture by the second. Eludine hadn’t practically put her elbows on the table when a man swept up beside her and made her flinch with shock. Her eyes looked over and then up at his face. ”Hi, I’m Orin and...” Eludine studied his features with her observant eyes, looking at the way his eyes and eyebrows were aligned, as well as the way his lips moved. Her Konti side told her that this was a nice man, a man that would prove to be helpful. Instantly she relaxed, though she still remained curious about him. She wondered if she would be able to touch him, to hear what his personality would be like. “...special today is delicious if you’d like to hear it.” Oh no. What had he said? Eludine had only heard the last part. Oh well, it didn’t matter. With a nod, Eludine said quietly, “Yes, the special sounds nice.” Part of her felt anxious, she wasn’t sure what the social etiquette in Syliras was on ordering in a tavern. That, and she wasn’t sure of this man’s view on other races, let alone Kontis. It was a well known fact to all non-humans that a lot of the human race was very against them. And so it was always good to be cautious in these situations. Syliras was good, Eludine had read that most of the people here didn’t mind Kontis because the race took up a lot of their Syliran knights. That was somewhat relieving. The woman wasn’t about to go and try to hide her being a humanoid. It would be no use anyway. Between her scales, and her webbed hands and feet, as well as her snow white skin, anyone up close knew what she was. She just hoped it didn’t make a difference to this man.

[Karyk]

 

Eludine

Hi Eludine,

I see your CS has an intervention on it. When the intervention is lifted, and your CS is up to date, PM me. Until then, your grade is being withheld. Thanks!

Skills
Lores
Miscellaneous

 

Notes and Comments

CS Checkmarked: X
CS Reviewed by Me: N/A
Season Request was Submitted for Grade: N/A
Season Thread was Started (IC & OOC): N/A
Is that Season's expenses paid?:N/A
Eligible for grade? No

 

Orin Fenix

Skills
Cleaning: 1
Bodybuilding: 1
Lores
Rearing Stallion: The power play of owners is tedious
Miscellaneous

 

Notes and Comments

CS Checkmarked: ✓
CS Reviewed by Me: ✓
Season Request was Submitted for Grade: Summer 517
Season Thread was Started (IC & OOC): Spring 515 & Spring 515
Is that Season's expenses paid?: ✓
Eligible for grade? Yes

 

Sylvette Sciath

Hi Sylvette,

I see that your ledger isn't up to date for Spring 515 AV. As such I must withhold your grade. When you update your Ledger, shoot me a PM, and I'll release your grade. Thanks!

Skills
Lores
Miscellaneous

 

Notes and Comments

CS Checkmarked: ✓
CS Reviewed by Me: ✓
Season Request was Submitted for Grade: Summer 517
Season Thread was Started (IC & OOC): Spring 515 & Spring 515
Is that Season's expenses paid?: X
Eligible for grade? No

Always a shame to see a thread go unfinished. Please mark your post in Queue as graded.