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deercountry2021-10-30 10:27 pm
notimeforfailure) wrote in deercountry2021-10-30 10:27 pm
patisserie lysitherie: preparations
[a. video, un: charon, ota]
Good evening, Trench. The grand opening of... [she frowns as she says the next part] the Patisserie Lysitherie is currently scheduled for November 15th, pending any horrible Trenchian incidents. So most likely, November 30th.
As we prepare for transition into our new space, I'm seeking a few things.
First, Architects or anyone good with woodworking and metalworking to remodel the existing building and to install a few necessary appliances. I need more ovens. Anyone interested in helping with the business is welcome, too, of course.
Second, if any recreational businesses are interested in a steady supply of pastries - for instance, a café or a bookstore - I'm open to partnerships.
Third, if you've got a cake or a sweet from home you're just dying to experience, I'd like to start collecting recipes from all of you Sleepers. I began this business to revive my beloved nostalgic sweets, but I realize... I'd like to be able to bring that experience to others, too.
[b. Willful Machine, early November, ota]
Augh!
[There comes a loud explosion from a rather derelict building in the middle of the Willful Machine district. A half-dozen thumps and clangs follow. ...Then the upper story of the building drops about three feet, releasing an enormous plume of smoke that settles over wary shoppers and merchants. A girl covered in a thick layer of dust stumbles out ten seconds later and falls backwards on the ground.]
I suppose... that takes care of the rodent issue.
[The building belches out a gout of flame behind her.]
[c. Lysithea's home (Gaze), early November, for new and old customers, employees, or other general CR]
[With the bakery operations in full swing and the storefront not yet ready, Lysithea's home is in perpetual activity. Whether she's fulfilling orders, experimenting with new pastries, or bullying her employees, Lysithea works tirelessly to make her dream a reality. For the time being, her work as an Arcane Scholar in the School of Mutter is suspended as she focuses on her craft.]
Look out - hot pan behind you!
Yes, yes, of course - I can do a dozen mini-cakes for you by tomorrow; that won't be a problem.
Here to collect? If you would sign this form here and fill out what you plan to trade...
You've procured the cinnamon? Wonderful! How much did it cost us? Did you have to give up the hematite?
[Regardless of why you're here, she'll open the door with smudges of honey and chocolate all over her face and an exhausted, though satisfied expression.]
Good evening, Trench. The grand opening of... [she frowns as she says the next part] the Patisserie Lysitherie is currently scheduled for November 15th, pending any horrible Trenchian incidents. So most likely, November 30th.
As we prepare for transition into our new space, I'm seeking a few things.
First, Architects or anyone good with woodworking and metalworking to remodel the existing building and to install a few necessary appliances. I need more ovens. Anyone interested in helping with the business is welcome, too, of course.
Second, if any recreational businesses are interested in a steady supply of pastries - for instance, a café or a bookstore - I'm open to partnerships.
Third, if you've got a cake or a sweet from home you're just dying to experience, I'd like to start collecting recipes from all of you Sleepers. I began this business to revive my beloved nostalgic sweets, but I realize... I'd like to be able to bring that experience to others, too.
[b. Willful Machine, early November, ota]
Augh!
[There comes a loud explosion from a rather derelict building in the middle of the Willful Machine district. A half-dozen thumps and clangs follow. ...Then the upper story of the building drops about three feet, releasing an enormous plume of smoke that settles over wary shoppers and merchants. A girl covered in a thick layer of dust stumbles out ten seconds later and falls backwards on the ground.]
I suppose... that takes care of the rodent issue.
[The building belches out a gout of flame behind her.]
[c. Lysithea's home (Gaze), early November, for new and old customers, employees, or other general CR]
[With the bakery operations in full swing and the storefront not yet ready, Lysithea's home is in perpetual activity. Whether she's fulfilling orders, experimenting with new pastries, or bullying her employees, Lysithea works tirelessly to make her dream a reality. For the time being, her work as an Arcane Scholar in the School of Mutter is suspended as she focuses on her craft.]
Look out - hot pan behind you!
Yes, yes, of course - I can do a dozen mini-cakes for you by tomorrow; that won't be a problem.
Here to collect? If you would sign this form here and fill out what you plan to trade...
You've procured the cinnamon? Wonderful! How much did it cost us? Did you have to give up the hematite?
[Regardless of why you're here, she'll open the door with smudges of honey and chocolate all over her face and an exhausted, though satisfied expression.]
no subject
[Lysithea pauses in the fitting of the gloves.]
Do you mean in a sort of cosmic... energy type of way or a more practical 'we can do something good here' way? I dimly remember there was some occasion where we realized we were powering the dream in some way, back in Deerington.
[The water comes on.]
If that's the case, it would probably work to our benefit to obfuscate that goal. I don't mind the helping bit, though.
no subject
[ Mako pushes the last of the cinnamon to dust, frowning at the fine particles everywhere like they have the answers. ]
I just... don't know if I trust the answer to be the nice one.
no subject
[She acknowledges, with a frown.]
All this about new beginnings and fresh starts in a new home and being who we want to be... It would be undercut by the revelation that we're some sort of generator for the survival of the city, wouldn't it?
[As she scrubs absentmindedly, she jerks her head in the direction of a cupboard.]
I've been storing the spices in there if you want to collect that in little pouches.
But really... we don't know enough to jump to the worst conclusions, either. [She gives a little smile.] The trouble is that we were right last time...
no subject
[ Mako could not possibly sound more bitter about that as he goes hunting for little sachets. ]
no subject
[The sound of scrubbing fills the room for some spare moments.]
...Well, if we're just stalling for time, I suppose I might as well open this bakery.
[This lighthearted note is simply meant to convey that she hasn't the slightest idea of what they ought to investigate now.]
I'm amazed this is coming out of my mouth, but... in all seriousness, perhaps we should just allow things to develop and try to enjoy what's present. For now, I mean.
I think that's a lesson we're supposed to be learning.