Put it in my mouth

8th course: it was a dark and stormy night (voice)

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 03:18:06 GMT

*There is a moment of quiet and then the sound of someone fiddling with the microphone. Steven clears his throat and his chair squeeks.*

Look, I know that I'm not clean and sober like Jack but did anyone else see that fucking Frankenstein walking down the street?

Put that with the wolf man and the mob of villagers with torches and pitch forks and we've got ourselves the the makings of a really bad movie. When the fuck did we get a mob of villagers?

This city is way too fucking crazy to be sober in.

*Her curses softly, mumbling enough that the microphone can't quite pick up exactly what he's saying and his palm slaps against the table top.*

Droplet, Sunrise, Artichoke. Stay inside and away from affected folks. We don't need any creepy kid vampires or Brides of Frankenstein. I'm not feeding you if all you want is brains and Jack's fuckign sweetbreads.

I need a drink.

*There is more rustling as he fiddles to turn the microphone off and then silence*

7th course: image unavailable

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 18:40:11 GMT

I may or may not have a bit of a crush on Stark's car. It's a very, very good car and the bastard built it himself. Which means I might actually have a bit of a crush on his brain.

... Ugh. Very hung over and Jack, little bastard, decided that wobbly wiggly runny scrambled eggs were a good thing to make for breakfast. I hate hurling.

Tosh. Artichoke. While I don't expect you to come nurse me when I'm hung over I was thinking we should go shoot pool and drink beers sometime this week. I know, I know monopolizing your time. I'm awful. The regret just oozes from me.

Private//For Tosh's eyes only
I'm still thinking about you in those whites. Just those whites and those heels? Jack really liked that, you know how foul his mouth gets. Thought I might have to restrain him.

Lets do it again soon
/Private

God I need a tylenol.

6th course: cooking's not just a hobby, kids

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:44:58 GMT

That was shitty marinara. I say that not just as a pretentious little bitch. I also say that as a trained chef. Heavy on the garlic, low on any real flavor. A good marinara is blood simple, children. You'd think that all powerful gods could figure it out but no, of course not. What the fuck with they come up with next?

Fucking bullshit.

It was very much a staying inside day. I'd say it was relaxing but fucking Jack is anything but relaxing. I'll be bruised for a good long while yet. God was it fucking fantastic. And fantastic fucking. But honestly, next time the deities need something food related we'll be more than happy to help if it'll mean it's not the half assed from the bottle sort of marinara.

Pathetic.

Artichoke, when do you have another day off? Jack and I want to see you again. And I want to see you again. Just the two us, thought I could teach you to cook something and you could teach me about coding and filters. Fair trade? Also it would really turn me on to teach you how to cook. What d'you say, Tosh?

5th course: relief rushes through me like an awesome wave

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 04:54:11 GMT

Look. Yesterday was a curse day. Yes it was all very funny. Yuck it up.

The Dawning was –

She’s the sort –

I don’t want to be in her knickers. But I do want to have her about. So thank you, sunrise, for spending time with me when I was old and wrinkled and awful. I’ll make you flan, as promised, next time. And that thing we talked about it. Is it... sorting itself?

And that is entirely enough about that curse. We’ll never speak of it again.

Okay, maybe once more. Jack? Come to daddy.

In much more interesting, less curse related news it looks like we have a space for our restaurant. And a name. A very, very good name at that. Smug sonovabitch. Artichoke is going to be the City's finest. I fucking promise you that. ~~Head Chef Easy Fucking Slut~~ Jack behind the wheel and no Mimi breathing down our necks? There is nothing that's going to stop us from being ... well I don't have the words for how amazing we're going to be.

Pretty Kyle said that what was better than an orgasm and more personal was giving an orgasm to the person you love. That is how good our food is going to be.

... Also I think I have a date. I know I have a date. Only I don't really date. I have sex with people. Sometimes semi-publicly. This is going to be interesting. And before you say a word, Cocksucker, I'm not wearing a suit. ~~Sunrise, help?~~

I'm just hoping she doesn't send her minions - or her Jack - after me if I screw this up.

4th course: old like last week's fish special

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:33:02 GMT

I think I may have a small problem. This is going to be fun. No actually this is going to bloody fucking suck. I'm one of those Goddamn crotchety old Englishmen who are no fun and drool on themselves.

Alright so there's been no drool and there had better not be. And it does look like these are all my own teeth. So there's that very small blessing.

This goes away at midnight right? In just over 23 hours I'm back to being sexy Steven Daedalus right?

This is -

I don't -

*Steven gives an inarticulate yell of annoyance and there is the sound of something most definitely breaking*

There is a reason I do so many drugs and brine myself in alcohol. I was hoping to be dead in an orgy related accident before I got to ... this.

3rd course: Yes, yes, very clever. Fun's over.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 12:51:14 GMT

This whole curse day thing is the deities taking the piss, is what it is. First I'm using "lolspeak" -not a fucking word Jack Bourdain or we'll see if you ever get to fuck my mouth again- and then everyone and their dog forgets everything.

How am I supposed to find perfect veal when my connections can't remember that they're dealing in premium cuts of meat? This new restaurant is never going to go anywhere if this bloody curse day shite doesn't knock the fuck off.

... I wonder how many blowjobs getting the Chef some truffles would earn me?

And I am stating it officially. I'm staying inside on curse days. I really just can't be assed to deal with all this fuckery.

The City isn't all bad though. There is an awful lot of pretty isn't there?

This. Is. CURSE DAY!

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 19:30:33 GMT

Oh hai!

Is cursed. Has a grumpy. Go wai, nuffin to see. Ragey Steven is on the rage-ohol. Jack. Your beejs I wants them nao. City are a n00b.

Imma nom and hide till midnight thirty. NO RLY!

OOC Post: Contact/Crit post

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:35:15 GMT

Okie dokie. So this is my crit/contact/whatever ooc post. You can drop me a line here if you need to reach me for any number of reasons. I've left anonymous posting on but if you abuse it I'll turn it off and everyone loses so don't be a jerk and we'll all stay happy.

I'm going to screen the comments - even though I hate that - because hey, we all feel a little more comfortable if what we're saying is private. If you don't mind me unscreening it so we can get a little dialogue going on? Awesome. Let me know and we'll do that. If you want a bit of back and forth but you don't want to unscreen the comments give me your email or your messenger or whatever and we'll talk there.

I check my email all the time so if you desperately need me you can find me at goyave.de.morte [at] gmail.com and on AIM I'm xxnightbright or xxwitchlingxx on YIM.

1st course: Accidental voice postage

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:26:29 GMT

*There is a low groan and soft rustle of fabric followed by the quiet thump as his knife kit rolls of his chest and Steven pushes up on his hands until he's sitting up. He doesn't look surprised so much as annoyed*

Oh, you have got to be bloody kidding me! That's right! Man celebrates just a little too hard and you leave him passed out in a park! You little fuckers!

*he pushes gracelessly to his feet with much rustling of chef whites and swearing. There is a long moment of dead silence*

... No hangover.

Alright, now someone really is bloody well taking the piss. Seth! Fun's over! Get out here so I can wring your bloody throat!

*another long moment of quiet and then the sound of Steven kicking the side of the fountain*

Jack? Look, I'm really sorry about that veal, eh? It's not really stealing though is it? I mean, it's more like reinvesting and those truffles I got for it were well worth it. I know we talked about this but you've got to be – Jack?

*there is a loud bang and Steven swears as he quite literally stumbles upon the lap top*

Hello? Jack? Anybody? I have some very expensive, very rare, wriggly baby eels to acquire so that we win the FUCKING Epicure. And unless I get the fuck back on that my chef's going to gut me like a delicious, Hawaiian moon fish. Hello?!

OOC Post: So it begins (Zero post)

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 00:55:33 GMT

Alright. I'm here. I'll make sure to get the crit/contact post up ASAP but for now you just get my text app for Steven Daedelus of Kitchen Confidential. We all want to make sure we keep the story straight, don't we.

[series]: Kitchen Confidential

[character]: Steven Daedelus

[character history / background]: Steven has worked with Jack Bourdain for almost a decade. They were best friends during the bad old days – girls in the walk in, drugs, booze, brawling all of Steven's favourite things – and when Jack was called on to be the head chef for Nolita, Steven became his sous.

The English chef is not known for his even temper and initially had trouble settling in to working at Nolita. Going from being a master thief who acquired expensive ingredients by stealing and dealing to managing to behave in an almost civilized manner took considerable work and several reminders from Jack. He is however an incredibly talented chef although the two things he does best, well, they both end in jail. He's dedicated to Jack Bourdain and makes it his business to do the things Jack can't do for himself.

[character abilities]: Steven always knows a guy, who knows a guy who has a cousin who can get you whatever you're looking for. He's a brawler, relying more on sheer size and enthusiasm rather than practiced skill to see him through in a fight, he's also a womanizer and he debones a chicken in no time flat. Steven's a genuinely talented, passionate chef although he doesn't have the innate talent and creativity that Jack has. He will never be a head chef in his own right but he makes an excellent team with Jack.

[character personality]: Steven is a man of many passions. Food may be first and foremost in his heart but it is a close race with boozing, balling and brawling following right after. For all of his many faults – and my but there are many - Steven's ultimately a good guy. Sort of.

His first priority is to do what's right for his chef and his kitchen. He knows all about the kitchen crew being closer than family. And also all about jail. He likes to pinch things from the places he works, and people he knows, and also people he doesn't know. He really just likes to pinch things, but he's working on that because Jack gives him that look whenever he does it. Steven doesn't think about the things he does before he does them; he's the sort of man that needs a more level headed influence to keep him from getting into trouble. It's part of the reason that Jack and Steven get on so well. Steven can do the things Jack won't let himself do any longer and Jack keeps Steven from doing something truly awful to anyone.

Still, he's a caveman. He is a stirrer of pots and a disturber of shit, just because he likes to watch the fall out. He never watches his mouth and frankly he's a vulgar, shagging troll but he's an ace in the kitchen. His only real sophistication comes out in his food. For Steven good food, truly great food, is the ultimate hedonistic pursuit in life. Food is the only thing in the world that trumps sex because for Steven it is sex but with more variety. And he gets to play with big knives and fire. He likes that part a lot, too.

[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Just after the crew finds out that they're up for the Epicure award in "And the Award Goes To...".