They know the fate of the world is lying in their hands

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Characters: Guy Cecil (guyexplains) and YOU
Location: Everyone's fairy tales
Time: Solstice Event
Summary: The Wonder Chef wanders the land, imparting the joy of cooking to all.
Warnings: Silliness.

There's an object you don't recall being there yesterday. Maybe it's the fact that it's a giant yellow rubber duck sitting in Robin Hood's base in Sherwood, or the fact that it's a green pumpkin in the Princess's chambers. It could be because it's a large bus stop sign leaning on the wall of the evil witch or wizard's labratory. It could be a lucky waving cat on the wicked queen's vanity or a statue of a wooden bear in the fairy godmother's cottage, in any event, the object is new and out of place.

It clearly needs to be investigated.

((OOC: Okay, so this is how I decided to do it. One log for everyone. Post a comment with your fairy tale character interacting with the new mysterious object in their setting, and they'll get to meet Guy the Wonder Chef and be magically taught a recipe. Feel free to have this interaction at any point in your character's fairy tale--right before the happily ever after wedding, or in the middle of the dramatic fight scene or just in some down time, any sort of situation and scenario is fair game!))

((Any format is fine with me, action spam, formal third person, past or present tense. WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT.))

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[collector]

Irving Braxiatel wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up with a blue beard (well, black, but the English language tended to play fast and loose with colour signifiers for many years, as did French, so he was willing to work with it) but he did think he should see if he could find that room with all the dead ex-wives in it. Preferably before the secondary personality kicked in.

He was not entirely sure what a sombrero was doing in a medieval French castle. Braxiatel decided to pick it up.

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

The moment Braxiatel touched the sombrero there was a dramatic puff of smoke and a young blond man in a orange chef's coat, yellow apron, and white poofy hat, wielding a giant fork like one might hold a trident, stood in the sombrero's place. He even had a cape.

"I am the mysterious gourmet, the Wonder Chef!" As he spoke, it was clear his declaration was supposed to be enthusiastic, but he sounded a bit awkward instead. "The simple yet complex flavor of rice lovingly molded by hand is delightfully nostalgic. I shall teach you the recipe for rice ball."

[collector]

Braxiatel looked at the young man for a moment. "I really can't remember this bit in Perrault. And unless I'm sorely mistaken, which is improbable rice balls have hardly made it to Europe at this time."

You could always count on Irving Braxiatel to lapse into pedantry when all other reason was lost.

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

Guy just regarded Braxiatel for a moment than sighed, leaning on his fork. "I don't really get it myself. And I can't say I understand what you're talking about. But I--" He felt it welling up, that kind of alter-ego urge to spread the love of all recipes, to teach and inspire cooking!

"The only necessary ingredient is rice!" He produced a bag of it, quite possibly magically, he wasn't sure how, and offered it to Braxiatel. But at least he could carry on a conversation again now.

"Er. Sorry about that. Would you mind letting me teach you though? It'll be painless I promise."

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch has already memorized every nook and cranny of his tower prison. Which is why he's particularly surprised to find something brightly-colored and cute laying in the middle of his floor. Not that he would find it cute-- it's a pink octopus, and he'd sooner boot it out the window than let that thing sit on his bed.

Or at least that's what he tells himself. He's already wearing what clothes he could find, and that means dressing like a pampered prince (http://i.imgur.com/W2SLs.png)ss... with very, very long hair.

He moves to pick up the stuffed toy.]

What...?

[explains]

[As soon as Asch touches the octopus there's a large poof of smoke. And then Guy stands there, dressed as the Wonder Chef, only in orange, with the cape and fork for a trident and the silly hat.]

I am the mysterious gourmet, the Wond-- [He stops mid-sentence, staring at Asch for a minute, before a suspicious hint of amusement enters his voice.]

Asch, what are you wearing?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[What the hell? He's already jumping back and reaching for the nearest candlestick to defend himself with. He has no sword and his life sucks.]

-- Guy?

[His surprise is genuine, and he slowly lowers the candlestick.]

So you got wrapped up in this too.

[The attention to his outfit makes his cheeks flush a little. He is defiant.]

The same thing I always wear. What's your problem?

[Those thigh-highs...]

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

This is what you always wear?

[The most skeptical of raised eyebrows--no, he can't keep his face straight anymore. He has to use his fork to hold himself upright as he start laughing. And laughing. This is too rich.]

[Don't mind him cracking up over here at your expense or anything Asch. It's not like he's dressed totally ridiculously himself.]

[hypospraying]

Princess Christine was floating in the air, attached to a tree by a tether. She was simply swimming in the air, not bothered by anything, but as she came closer to the tree, she spotted something amongst the boughs.

"How funny!" she exclaimed, pushing twigs aside to see bright, multicolored beach ball balanced on a branch. As the princess's kingdom had never manufactured beach balls, she had no idea what it was, besides round. But she knew she liked it.

She pulled herself closer and reached for it.

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

As soon as Christine touched the beach ball a poof of smoke obscured it. When the smoke cleared, Guy stood there, decked out in an orange chef uniform, red cape, and white chef's hat. He also wielded a giant fork, which he was waving wildly as he attempted not to counter-balance and fall out of the tree.

"I am the--Whoaaaa!" Falling to his knees and grabbing the branch Guy barely managed to keep from letting gravity have its way.

"Yikes!" ...Was there a woman floating right there? This was definitely a new situation. "Er--haha, hello...?"

[hypospraying]

The princess watched him nearly fall and had a good laugh over it. He looked so silly, arms flapping. But he could not float; not like her.

"You are a silly man!" she cried. "If you're a man at all, for you were a big, shiny round thing a moment ago."

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

Guy smiled awkward, getting his balance and climbing back to his feet on the branch. He balanced easily enough now that he was transforming in mid-air unexpectedly.

"Sorry about that miss." He nodded, raised a hand to keep his unwieldy chef's hat from flopping over. "You see, I am the mysterious gourmet, the Wonder Chef! Congratulations on finding me!" The lines seemed to take over. "The creamy rice and warm spices, I'll teach you how to make Risotto!"

That out of the way... "Haha, yeah I'm a man. The round thing was a beach ball, a disguise."

[punkblaze]

[Eithan's stuck in a plain, boring, stone room with a fuckton of straw and a spinning wheel in the middle. He's been stuck here since sunrise, and is going to continue to be stuck here until all the straw is miraculously gold, or the morning comes and the queen orders him dead. You know, whatever, whichever comes first. Needless to say, he's pissy. He's also pissy about having to wear a dress, but at the moment, that's kind of the least of his worries...

It's easy to spot something out of place when nothing's changed all damn day, especially when no one has come or gone from here. So, the little potted sapling in the corner pretty much sticks out like a sore thumb. He makes his way over, reaches out and pokes one of the leaves...]

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

[A puff of smoke and a flash of light are the immediate reactions to the leaf-poking. When the smoke clears, Guy stands there in a ridiculous orange chef uniform, white chef hat, red cape like a super hero, and holding a giant fork. He smile cheerfully, even as his eyes take in the weird array of the room and the man in the dress--dresses seem pretty popular with the people he visits lately.]

You've found me! I am the mysterious gourmet, the Wonder Chef! Writing the name of your wishes in ketchup, let's learn to make an omelette!

[punkblaze]

Gah--! [Eithan jumps when this weird chef-guy appears out of NOWHERE, gaping. He stares for a long moment. Sorry, Guy, I think you just broke his brain.]

The name of my wishes? In... ketchup? ... What the hell are you talking about?

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

[Guy leaned on his fork, he had a moment or two before the Wonder Chef took over again, he'd more or less gotten the hang of it now. He examined the young man before him and smiled a little awkwardly.]

It's a sort of tradition I think. That aside, what's your story?

[bonnypiperlad]

It's been a good day, but a long one. Jamie, garbed in Lincoln green, is making his way through Sherwood Forest, intending on getting a good night's rest before the tourney on the morrow. Blocking his path is a very large, very yellow....rubber duck.

"Hey?"

After a moment, curiosity gets the better of him, and he reaches out to poke at the thing. After all, it's a duck, right? What could possibly happen?

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

And in answer to what could possibly happen, a flash of light and smoke reveals a blond dressed in an orange chef's uniform, white hat, red cape, and wielding a giant fork like one might hold a quarter-staff. Just a regular old day in Sherwood.

"I am the mysterious gourmet, the Wonder Chef!" The man introduces himself incredibly cheerfully. Might as well get in character. It's almost kind of fun. "I will teach you the mysterious sauce, the exciting spices, the secret of curry!"

[bonnypiperlad]

Okay, that's not what he's expecting, and reflex has him reaching for the nearest weapon before the man's words cause him to do a double take.

"The secret of...what??"

He sounds more incredulous than confused. Robin hasn't a clue as to what curry is. Jamie does a bit, though, and his personality's a bit stronger at the moment, so it makes more sense. But only a little more.

"Why would ye want to go and do that for?"

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

Deep in the heart of Sherwood Forest, Robin Hood and his band of outlaws were settling down for the night. It had fallen upon Much, the Miller's daughter - currently disguised as the Miller's son - to prepare the evening meal. She had wandered away from the camp in search of firewood when she encountered the utterly alien rubber duck among the foliage.

Without hesitation, she drew her trusted knife. She jabbed at the duck with the tip of the blade then, a moment later, touched it with her finger tip.

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

A flash of light and smoke and the Duck was suddenly a man. Dressed like some kind of chef-themed super hero (minus any spandex), wielding a giant fork, then man yelped and jumped back.

"H-hey! Watch it!" He flailed as he stumbled backwards, only keeping from falling on his ass by clutching his fork and a nearby tree. "Do you stab anything weird?!"

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

Much also jumped backwards, startled beyond words and tightening her grip on the hilt of the knife. She only replied when he spoke because she had to reply to such a foolish comment.

"I did not stab you," she exclaimed, gazing at the fork. It had to be a weapon of some sort, but she had never seen a weapon like it. "If I had stabbed you, you would not be able to talk to me now."

[clinical]

Jade the Good found this baton in his hands an interesting change. The dress he didn't feel the need to comment on. It sparkled nicely. There were also enough frills that he could certainly pass off as his sister a woman. But the wand he found interesting. It seemed a very peculiar way to channel energy.

Jade had usurped part of the Good Witch's house to experiment on how, precisely, the wand worked, and it was there that he spotted the bright red barrel. It had Dist's face painted on the top.

Only one thing for it, really. Jade walked over to the barrel and kicked it, hard.

[guyexplains.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" The smoke hadn't even cleared from the transformation before Guy was complaining and backing away a couple of quick steps.

"What the hell was that... for..." He stared at Jade incredulously a moment. So many frills, so many sparkles and the glitter. "Jade?"

[clinical]

Jade took in Guy's reaction as if it was absurd. As if there was nothing at all wrong about the situation. "Is there something I can help you with, Guy? I must say, I didn't expect you of all people to barrel in unannounced." He expected the Wicked Witch instead.

Or the Wizard.

Not for the first time, Jade decided that it was in his best interests to have nothing to do with his childhood friends.