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Post by Chaldea-san on Oct 30, 2015 22:25:42 GMT
[ Official mood song] It's Halloween night and the living quarters are bursting with life. It seems the cafeteria staff prepared some treats, having a table set up with cakes and other goodies, a small crowd gathering around it. Some of the more giddy Agents are even trying to go trick or treating, dashing from residence to residence. Chaldea's made up by people from many places and origins, but this event seems to have gotten an unexpected level of adherence..
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Post by emiya on Oct 30, 2015 23:09:48 GMT
Fire. Heat. Occassional pain. Pressure. These were things the Heroic Spirit EMIYA was very much accustomed to these. However, in just about every situation, they were connected with the endless despair he faced as a Guardian of the world.
The current circumstances were far more pleasant.
“Cake number 3 is finished, take out the pan of muffins and prepare a recharge of batter for the machine. Keep the friers moving, there’s no telling how much Heroic Spirits will eat, any logic that accompanies a human stomach is thrown out when dealing with them.” Emiya worked hard and fast, barking out orders to the other cooks as the master of the kitchen. It was having a marked effect, seeming to turning the herculean task of providing food to a near-unnumbered amount of Heroic Spirits and human agents within Chaldea’s walls into something that could be managed.
The results were grand, though. Pumpkin-shaped pastries covered with orange-colored sugar crystals were the obvious mainstay and highlight, but cupcakes, full-size cakes, pies, and cookies accompanied them on a massive tray that he had to help two full-size men on the other side carry out to the center table in the agent lounge. “Just keep following the recipes and directions I provided, and you should be able to keep this up. I’ll be on-call if you need further assistance.”
With that, he took a pumpkin in his hand, and left the table, commingling with the other partygoers. As much as he wouldn’t admit it, he greatly enjoyed spending time around lively, happy people. The fact they were enjoying his food as much as they were certainly helped.
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 30, 2015 23:59:57 GMT
Ah such liveliness, such excitement, the people in the halls were such a rowdy bunch.
“Why did I come here again…?” the witch mumbled as several magi and servants alike ran frenzied with cakes and decorations all over the place. There was something in this time of the year, they called it “Halloween”, that seemed to diminish the overall solemn atmosphere of Chaldea. Baba Yaga wandered through these festive areas and the people that usually fear or avoid her simply ignored her. Some younger magi and people that she had never seen would even come up to her and ask her how she managed such a good costume.
“It seems so real! You even smell like a zombie! How did you pull it off like that? ”
“Centuries of dark magic.” That was the cold response they got. Regretting the question, they simply smiled awkwardly and stopped talking to her, resuming the celebrations elsewhere.
They were lucky; this is the witch in a good mood. The fake blood and all of the gruesome decorations all about made her feel at home, even if they were mere plastic and sugar contraptions. Since she couldn’t use her real home (yet), this would have to do.
In the spirit of honoring vampires, witches and other monsters, she was on her best behaviour. However, her hunger was not something that could easily be satiated… But since eating children is deemed “wrong” she simply stole quite a few muffins with blood (strawberry) topping, eating them as subtly as she could. A witch of her reputation, seen eating pastry would seriously damage the way she wants to be seen. In fact she was not herself today, its best they don’t get used to it. It may cost some people a one way trip to her oven…
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Post by Hoshoku-sha Rokushiki on Oct 31, 2015 0:03:46 GMT
Running around, back and forth... so stressful and bothersome. Why was she here again? Hm... because they said they wanted her to help. Something about carrying food to others. This was stupid, she wanted to have the food, but they said she could not eat it. But she definitely could, it was right in front of her... she could not smell any poison either, so it was surely fine right? Even so, they had said she could not... so trying it would be going against their word.
Ceasing her mental complaints about this entire situation, Hoshoku-sha kept running around, loaded with plates and dishes full of food, the fluffy part of her pumpkin costume bouncing around as she charged through the rooms with no holds barred. After witnessing how easy it was to talk her into meaningless tasks, the personell of Chaldea had promptly designated her a waitress for this evening. So as she ran, her senses stretched out to the scents associated with the people that had asked for these dishes, placing them before them hurriedly, before charging back to the kitchen at break-neck speeds.
Arriving back at it in a jiffy, she simply said:"I hurried." before recieving yet another three plates full of dishes, to carry back into the halls. Once again the man told her to 'hurry' so she bolted back without a moment's delay, continuing this process for a straight hour, before she could finally settle down. Not entirely sure about what to do now, the little, big, pumpkin sat into the corner of the hall, watching the people eat as she wondered why she could not eat the food. And she was so hungry on top of that...
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Post by muramasa on Oct 31, 2015 0:31:34 GMT
Muramasa in the meantime had had another idea. In the time he had been here, he had made a few companions and relationships with some of the operators and mages around and they had come up with an interesting plan. Just that they had needed a strong core to fuel what they wanted to create. And so Muramasa had decided to help, volunteering one of his swords and ordering it with simple commands, the aura the thing radiated now was only even more interesting through it. Very, as they said, Halloween. And so, all of a sudden, a huge creature burst through the door and the smell of candy and cookies intensified by quite a bit. It was literally a Candy Monster , lumbering into the hall and dropping sweets while it moved. The only reason it could move at all was the sword that gave it enough power to hold itself upright. After the initial scare, people began to tuck away at it´s substance, which was magically refilled every time they took anything and roared with a tiny very kitten like mewling. It´s initial expression of anger had faded into a big smile as it stretched it´s arms toward people who looked as if they did not have enough sweets and showered them. Muramasa had walked in a few moments after it and stood close to it, just in case he needed to take care of his sword. But even he, the so called evil swordsmith had a relaxed expression on his face as he took a bite out of a hot pink candy while holding a chocolate glazed cookie in the other. A smile just barely crossing his face in quiet amusement of this.
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Post by King Atlas on Oct 31, 2015 0:50:29 GMT
Atlas was making candy. Ever the genius inventor, he figured it would be a small matter to put it to the use of creating candy. In fact, he was rather happy for it. He had always made the candy for his daughters when they requested it anyway. He was surprised that the modern world had a day like this. He thought they'd be uncultured, overworked savages. At least having a day to enjoy sweets helped improve his opinion at least. So he figured he'd put his skills to use, making candy. For the modern era, he had taken the time to studiously watch a classic of modern cinema. Namely, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. From there, it was a trifle to recreate the candies of that film, complete with all their effects. Apparently part of the joy of this holiday was that there was a trick to go along with the treat. So he had worked it to mimic one scene. He doubted that people would be too bothered with becoming giant blue balloons for a few hours. Carrying the large tray of candies over to the pumpkin waitress, he held them out to her. "Pass them out and see that everyone gets a fair share then place them out in the open for any new arrivals. Take some for yourself if you so wish." The blueness would take about an hour to kick in anyway, that way his trick would be successful. He was celebrating Halloween correctly, wasn't he? "I made them myself."As for a certain somebody... oh yes, he knew all about one of the cooks. He had crafted two bars of chocolate. One for himself, and one for the Counter Guardian in red. For EMIYA's... he mixed it with some ex lax. He just made one for himself without the drug for the sake of a front. And watching as a candy monster burst into the room, that gave him what was honestly a much better excuse than the one he had. Taking a bite of his own bar, he strolled into the kitchen up to EMIYA, holding out the poisoned chocolate bar. "Counter Guardian." He took a bite of his bar before continuing. "Try this chocolate from that Servant's abomination, it came out well."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2015 1:20:04 GMT
"Seconds."
Those were the King of Knight's first words after practically inhaling an entire tray of Archer's baked goods. Admittedly, his past self spent a lot of time making Japanese food rather than sweets, but it seems such a thing was not beyond his capabilities as a Servant. Calmly she sat and waited with the empty tray set before her, almost as if meditating on her "meal". Even in such a place, at such a time, she radiated a kind of regal aura that only true Kings possessed. The true power of the Charisma skill, making any action one took seem king-like in nature. As the men hired by the red Archer brought out another full tray, she gave a small bow and clapped her hands together.
"いただきます." she almost habitually spoke to herself before immediately beginning consuming the sweets. No matter its make or color or texture, she consumed it with an inhuman grace and perfection. Her expression did not change as she ate, seeming to carefully contemplate each for a moment before moving onto the next. Each was given equal judgment and all considered as she ate, clearing yet another tray in record time. Every single sweet had its own appeal and charm, and she respected each as they graced her palate. She could not show bias to any, with such careful effort and care put into every single one. It would be an insult to the baker and the baked goods themselves.
"Thirds." Arturia spoke simply, returning to her near meditative state in anticipation for the third tray. The gourmet spirit was not for mere entrees; it covered all courses of a meal and judged them all appropriately. A sweet was a dessert that deserved to be consumed and considered such, no matter if there were preceding courses or not. If she could not do that, then how could she properly consume a whole meal? If an entree was not viewed as an entree, an appetizer as an appetizer, or a dessert as a dessert, then anarchy would take over and nothing would remain of the meal. She had to impartially, but properly view each piece of food and its place in the meal to truly enjoy them.
Long live the King of Gluttons.
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Post by La Maupin on Oct 31, 2015 6:48:26 GMT
It had been far too long since Julie had attended a proper party. This little gathering that Chaldea had arranged for wouldn’t quite measure up to what she was used to, but it would do. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all, and the sweets more than made up for the lack of full frontal nudity and public intoxication. What’s more, the night was still young – there was still time for all of that if she played her cards right.
Cupcake in hand, she surveyed the room. Some of these Servants were to die for. But, short as she was, she was unfortunately having some difficulty admiring them from her position at the end of one of those long dessert tables. Or rather, difficulty admiring all of them. If she was going to focus her attentions on the prettiest then she’d need all of her options in one frame. Easier said than done, but…
This table was for treats, wasn’t it? She was nothing if not a treat.
Deciding that this was enough justification, Julie climbed atop the table and stood there among the cakes and pastries, her eyes roving from blonde to blonde. Because the blondes were the best out of all of them at first glance…but, on the second glance, there were all of those lovely Asians. Different sorts of Asian, it seemed, or perhaps there were some countries that she’d never had an opportunity to learn about in which they were dark and white-haired.
If that one was the chef, then he came with breakfast. But then there was that blonde woman in the blue dress with the impressive appetite. Women with large appetites were always exciting lays, though she’d never been certain as to why that was true. That was the kind of thing that she never questioned – it made more sense to just accept the benefits as they came.
Giggling to herself, she finished her cupcake and licked the frosting off her fingers calmly as if her presence there on the table wasn’t in the least bit strange.
Tonight was going to be interesting.
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Oct 31, 2015 7:19:57 GMT
Assassin still did not understand this "holiday" of sorts. One of the researches had explained the gist of it to the Native American servant, and the summoning knowledge given to her was enough to explain what the day technically was. But it was a matter of not really understanding the spirit of it. To her, it simply seemed like an excuse to do something while their ability to ray-shift was disabled. She got the basic idea of dressing up in outfits, but wasn't terribly... well versed on the whole "ghouls, vampires, and goblins" and what not. Which is why she decided simply wearing a simple, traditional eagle-mask often adorned for rituals was the only addition to her traditional attire needed.
Which in hindsight, in of itself was also not at all necessary.
Bitterly remarking to herself internally, as the Assassin noticed none of the other servants she passed were really particularly disguised. Only the researches seemed to have made any attempt to dress themselves up. Well, that and the lumbering sweet monstrosity that she had passed in the hallways on the way to the table. Maybe she had misinterpreted? Hm. Who knows. Utilizing her classes ability to slink about unnoticed, Naayééʼ Neizghání quietly made her way into the room where the food was being distributed.
Slipping in, it was almost habit to sneak in rather than just walk in like a normal human being, causing the pumpkin waitress distributing Halloween treats to miss the Assassin entirely. Which was fortunate for everyone involved, given Atlas' polluting of her supply. The Assassin's eyes roamed around quickly, peering through the eye-holes of her mask to identify what she was looking for; The sweets. Her singular goal for even deigning to show up to this ridiculous event. Unfortunately, the sweets she locked onto were quickly devoured by a girl who could be no more than half assassin's size, whom was currently shoveling away food faster and more regally than should be physically possible for a girl her size.
No matter, there should be plenty to go around, right?
Finally settling on a table appropriately adorned with cakes, pastries, and plenty of other food, Assassin slipped out from the corner of the room, approaching the table cautiously. She had barely reached her arm out to grab something when suddenly something, or more accurately someone, suddenly obscured the food as she took it upon herself to simply climb up the table and leer out among the room from atop of it, perching herself atop the table Assassin was currently trying to remove food from. Needless to say, this was somewhat irritating, even if the woman had the most mystifying hair she'd ever seen.
Dropping her Presence Concealment, she grabbed a cupcake out from under the woman, eyeing her through the vaguely avian mask she wore. Ofcourse she couldn't eat the cupcake until she took the mask off, so she simply held it aside, examining it offhandedly between looks at the pink-haired attention seeker.
"Unless you're part of the Menu, I would not stand atop the table. You might irritate those wishing to partake in the food that has been so generously provided."
It was supposed to be a joke.
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Post by Natasha on Oct 31, 2015 10:34:06 GMT
A holiday dedicated to sweets and silly costumes… this was pretty much the best day of the year for Natasha, unsurprisingly. Long gone was that demure white dress shirt and modest skirt; replaced with a pair of black stockings and a short red skirt; while she wore a black corset (admittedly somewhat loosely…) and a white blouse beneath it – however, most striking was the grandiose black and red mantle she wore atop it all… and most telling was the pair of fake fangs poking over her lips. The blonde was smiling away even more than usual; all too happy with her current look – it fit her, didn’t it? She always liked vampires… and hey, she could probably drink blood for prana anyway, so it even worked out! But, she had more important things to feast on at the moment; as she sat at the central tables of the party; lounging like the deviant noble she was dressed like.
Although usually having a similar noble presence to her current competition in Halloween gluttony; Natasha was now quite the different beast – when it came to food, she was every bit a greedy brat. Smirking all the way with cheeks flushed from her eager indulgence; sweets disappeared swiftly around the lady with unnerving speed; and perhaps more notably, unnerving enthusiasm. Unlike the gourmand nature of Arturia, Natasha was a lover of the consumption of food rather than the meaning of it. Perhaps it was due to her not having the same excuse of never having to worry about weight; but in her already rather plush state it seemed that she hardly minded that factor as it was… honesty, with her grand outfit and its somewhat suggestive nature it would perhaps be better to say that she embraced it.
But for the moment, the lady now sulked; casting glares in the other blonde’s direction now and then – of course, it was only natural for the Servant to get fussed over by the cooks! And the asshole king, no less; with the ego the size of a planet; and more to the point, the people willing to stroke that ego every bloody day! And then the gall to act like it was some weight on her shoulders! Obnoxious bitch! That used to be HER role! Her very love in life, taken away from her by this newbie… filthy. At least she still had her food… maybe she’d con Ai into pampering her later; that’d make her feel better. She had the royal rat beaten in that field, anyway! All the noise and fuss coming from there was such a bother... and whoever kept bumping along the tables was beginning to peeve her too. Just leave her to her food, damn it!
Huffing to herself, Natasha returned her attention to the matter at hand – food! Chocolates, liquorice, sherbet, candy bars; they all disappeared into the gluttonous girl’s stomach with ease and enthusiasm. One had to wonder whether that corset would really hold out at this rate, even if it was fairly lose to begin with… but, it was unlikely anyone would be too surprised given her reputation. But, on the subject of surprises, she’d certainly give Ai a surprise after this… that was surely the biggest reward of the evening for Natasha. It was too exciting… she’d probably overdo it at this rate. But it’d be worth it, for sure!
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