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

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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[Asch's expression sours even more, if that is possible.]

Stop laughing! I've been trapped here for days because of some ridiculous experiment.

[He should hit Guy with the candlestick anyway.]

Edited 2011-07-12 11:59 (UTC)

[Still giggling. It's funny okay, especially wish Asch's expression as it is. But he's happy, it's a relief every time. Because Asch is grumpy or angry or whatever--it means he's alive. ~~At least here.~~]

Sorry. [He doesn't sound at all sorry.] It just... Doesn't really suit you.

Have you been alright?

Like you're the judge of that.

[Anger is the only way Asch knows he's alive sometimes. But right now, there's that conflicting feeling again. He... he wants to spend time with Guy, but he doesn't. He wants to get as far away from him as possible. It's irritating and frightening, and yet Guy is here being Guy and completely genuine.

What is his life?

Also, there's nowhere to run when you're a princess in a tower. He huffs a bit and turns away.]

I'm fine... aside from being a prisoner.

I think I can safely say it's really not your color.

[He looks at Asch's back with a mix of fondness and sadness. He can let that expression slip, when Asch isn't looking. It worries him, that Asch is a prisoner here, but he already knows he can't do anything about it. The Wonder Chef doesn't free people, he teaches them how to cook. The only villains he fights are evil chefs, and the only battlefield he fights in is the kitchen.]

[It's a little frustrating. So he resists it for as long as he can--because if nothing else, he can visit Asch a little, right?]

That doesn't sound fine--what's your story?

[He wants to say something really venomous in response to that. Something like, 'You don't dress me anymore.' But he doesn't. He... can't. Strangely enough, he finds himself wanting to start over as much as Guy does. But that's impossible when they each have a few different roles to play-- especially the ones with costumes.

He adjusts his arm-warmers and sits down on a comfy, elegant chair that makes Asch look awkward.]

Apparently, I was given away to a witch when I was born. He's the one who placed me in this tower without a way in or out.

[Half of the awkwardness comes from the way Asch regards his hair, but even now, his fingers filter through it idly.]

Except for this.

Your hair?

[How is that a way in or out even if it's ridiculously long? The mental jump just does not occur to Guy, it's too strange.]

What's that got to do with it--And who's the witch?

I spend hours braiding it just so that he can use it as a rope. [He does not enjoy this very much. It's evident from his expression.] This experiment is completely nonsensical.

[He looks away pointedly at the last question.]

... Van.

[Oh yeah. There's some anger there. He might throw Van out of the tower himself... if not for his sudden princesslike frailty.]

... Wow.

[He doesn't even know what else he can say to that.]

Though it kind of fits, if you think about it.

[Tact. Sometimes he lacks it.]

[That was not what he needed to hear.]

Shut up!

[Oops.] Sorry. I--

Am the mysterious gourmet, the Wonder Chef! You have done well to find me! That sweet enchantment, the delicate hand-held delight, I'll teach you how to make cupcakes!

[Complete personality flip here for a moment, don't mind him.]

[Asch stares.

And stares.

And stares.]

... No.

It can't be rejected! The recipe is yours! I'll give you this, so you may practice! You must sharpen your skills in the kitchen, for only the pure of heart may master the true art of coking.

[Is this fable seeming really familiar Asch? Because the Wonder Chef is cheerfully handing you a recipe card.]

[Yes, yes it does. And the more it continues, the more uncomfortable he's getting all around. He'd rather be alone than deal with this... or so he tells himself.

He snatches the recipe card out of Guy's hand.]

Fine. Whatever. Just get out.

[The Wonder Chef Personality retreats, job done and Guy just... Grimaces. He does need to be going, but he worries, too.]

Sorry about that... Just be careful, okay?

[Stop worrying about Asch. It makes him feel insecure. But whatever insult he was about to unleash simply dissolves beneath the usual facade of irritation, and he turns his head away.]

I can take care of myself. [... says the defenseless princess in pink.]

Go save the world with your soup or something.

Yeah... Sure. [This is not skepticism at your ability to take care of yourself NOT AT ALL. Then again his believe in Asch's ability to take care of himself is rather limited even when Asch isn't in pink trapped in a tower and with ridiculous hair.]

Hah... If only the world were that easy to save.

Duty calls I guess. Until we meet again!

[And with a flash of smoke and light, the Wonder Chef vanished.]

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

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