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Jean-Paul Belmonde ([info]polaire) wrote in [info]conspiracy_x,
@ 2007-11-17 20:10:00


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Who: Jean-Paul (NORTHSTAR), OPEN
Where: Erik and Jean-Paul's flat
When: Nighttime, the day before the briefing.
What: Potluck!
Rating: PG-13 because the Alpha kids tend to be potty mouths.

Given the choice, Jean-Paul didn't suffer crappy food for long. Painful as that highly nutritional gruel at base was for all of them, he would dare say it was ten times worse for him. He had to eat ten times more, so it was simple math. But never mind their sordid past - he is making up for it now by calling upon his cooking skills to spare his stomach and those of the rest of his housemates. For the past few hours, while also watching Law and Order reruns over his shoulder, he's been preparing chicken vegetable stirfry, lasagna, sweet potatoes and spinach cheese casserole.

And though surely the smell of food is enough to bring the others over, sticky notes if not direct invites were passed around, and, now that it's near serving time, the front door left unlocked. In the other room Lenny Briscoe says something punny, and Jean-Paul pulls the lasagna out of the oven.


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[info]ticktock_boom
2007-11-17 23:21 (link)
It had taken Tabitha about two, three seconds at hearing about 'home' cooked food before stomping over in glee. Sure, they weren't eating that shitty slop anymore and now were getting real food, but there's some strange taste difference (in Tabs' mind anyways) between takeout and food someone prepares at 'home.' It tasted better somehow? Never explain logic to the illogical. What really hit Tabs' nose though was the sweet potatoes. They smelled familiar somehow, as though it was something her mom made when she was really young in some sort of smarmy happy moment. Whatever.

Quiet entrances not being her thing, she all but kicked the door down to announce her arrival. "Bring on the food and booze, bitches!" Law and Order distracted her for a moment and she ran over to plop on the couch before turning and throwing a cheeky smile JP's way. "Hey Suzy Homemaker!" She has a very skewed idea of how to say hello.

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[info]polaire
2007-11-18 05:51 (link)
"..." Jean-Paul can't quite say he's startled. He does, however, manage an exaggerated raise of the eyebrow, holding the bubbling lasagna in two oversized-oven-mitted hands.

"That's what I'm missing," he finally deadpans in return. "An apron. Damn, how could I forget." He sets the lasagna down. Tossing his oven mitts off, he surveys the kitchen - everything is cooling to something nearer edible temperature, and there's nothing more to do than make sure the oven is off - check - and wait. He wanders to the door between the kitchen and the living room, and throws a mitt at Tabitha.

"You're just mad you'll never find a man who can cook as good as I can." Which is a lie. They're appearing on those reality cooking shows all the time. But he's a little behind in his pop culture.

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[info]scaleface
2007-11-18 13:38 (link)
"Thanks for waiting up, bitch," is the second greeting, called in even before the door is opened again, this time by Scaleface. This time there isn't even a hello to Jean-Paul, the girl just heads in and starts making herself right at home. The kids have left the frozen tundra of Siberia far behind, not that you can tell by looking at Scaleface, who is bundled in an almost comical amount of coats, scarves and gloves in order to combat the chill. Say what you will about being able to turn into a giant lizard, but it really sucks when you can't generate enough of your own body heat to be warm. Ever.

By the time Scaleface manages to shed most of her outer layers (leaving a trail of winter apparel like breadcrumbs in her wake) she has reached the kitchen area, led there entirely by her nose, judging by the way she's sniffing the air. The first direct thing she says to Jean-Paul is, "No beef?" She at least had the good manners (?) not to look annoyed at the fact that Jean-Paul hadn't prepared a specially cooked fancy mean exactly to her liking, instead she just looked sort of sad. Chicken barely qualified as meat, after all. Still, it smelled good, and she would make sure to tell him that. Eventually. Once she stopped sulking.

For now, she makes her way to the fridge in search of beer. "Anyone want a brew?" she asks in an unprecedented display of generosity. Well... generosity since she's being generous with someone else's stuff.

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[info]ticktock_boom
2007-11-18 17:38 (link)
Tabitha snorts at JP's line, dodging and catching the mitt. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist, at least I didn't call you a pussy...oh wait." She grinned smugly, creating a tiny marble of energy and popping it in the mitt. ::BAMF!:: The mitt, now a bit smokey and singed, she tossed it back at the smartass. She rolled back on the couch. "Law and Order? Could you be any more boring?" She was about to start flipping through the channels but then there was another greeting.

"Hey bitch!" Tabs turned her head and grinned, clearly the line was said with no malice. "I'll take whatever you're having," she continued, gesturing her hand towards the fridge.

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[info]polaire
2007-11-18 18:03 (link)
Jean-Paul catches the mitt, and points accusingly at Tabitha with the other hand. "Lenny Briscoe owns you." That's all he has to say on the matter, the juvenile insults most certainly not worth his time. Not when the honor of Law & Order is being threatened. He's just turning back to the kitchen when another "bitch!" rings in greeting across the apartment.

"There's beef!" he greets Scaleface in return, looking both hurt and aghast. "The lasagna has beef." He puts his hand - the one still holding the singed mitt - to his heart, as if wounded. But however deep it may have been, it is healed quickly with, "Beer? Yes."

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[info]scaleface
2007-11-19 07:59 (link)
"Hey," she says in response to Jean-Paul's defensiveness, putting her hands up in defense. "'Scuse me for not bein' able to tell through all those veggies and shit." For Scaleface, it isn't meat unless it's been dropped down on a plate or served on a stick, still smoking slightly and dripping that wonderful meat-juice.

She rummages around in the fridge very quickly (because, you guessed it: the fridge is cold) and comes out with three beers. One is handed to Jean-Paul, one is kept tucked under her arm and for the third? The Latina lets out a sharp whistle to catch Tabitha's attention and then chucks the beer in an easy underhand towards her current flatmate. She then looks to plunk her ass down on the couch, but first she stops to grab one of her discarded coats so she can drape it over herself as she flops back. "See if they've got one of those survivor shows on," she instructs Tabitha, since yeah: Scaleface + show-about-the-justice-system? Not as much of an OTP as you might think.

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[info]ticktock_boom
2007-11-19 16:35 (link)
"Who to the whatta owns? No one owns me," she snarkily replied. The explosive implanted in the back of her neck said otherwise, but she could at least pretend, right? She was most certainly not afraid of this Lenny guy, he sounded like a low level Italian mobster anyways.

She managed not to squeal (too girly) as the beer came flying toward her, but she caught it in time. She likes Scaleface, even if she gets cold easily. She got attitude, and sometimes keeping one's spirit up is all they can really do. And she can bite your face off literally. How could that NOT be cool? Tabs smirked and said, "Sure thing," flipping through the channels with verocity until she found The Amazing Race. "Suzy!" She popped open her bottle and took a big swig before continuing, "Food." She's hungry.

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[info]polaire
2007-11-19 18:42 (link)
"By all those veggies you mean... the tomato sauce?" Jean-Paul notes a bit of burnt cheese that could have been mistaken for something vaguely healthy, but as this weakens his case he does not point it out. Instead, he takes his beer, popping the cap off with the counter edge.

Beer even allows him to let the Lenny Briscoe thing go - though he maintains, as he takes a swig, that the man still owns. Just in his head.

In the line of sight of the living room, Jean-Paul gives Tabitha the finger. The gesture is brought to an end when he disappears, a brief blur in the kitchen, before rematerializing with a beer in one hand and a plate - his plate - in the other. "You didn't say please."

He nudges one of the girls over with his heel before dropping into an unceremonious seat on the couch.

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[info]magnetised
2007-11-19 18:45 (link)
Erik, of course, couldn't help but get an invitation - after all, he rooms with the cook. That doesn't terribly mean he wants to attend, mind you - of all the group, Jean-Paul is the one he tolerates best, and that still just barely. Sadly, however, shy of fleeing the apartment entirely he can't avoid the gathering, and he comes out of his room with a book - Martin Amis' Fields of London - in hand.

"So good to see that relative freedom has improved everyone's manners," he comments, moving past the living room into the kitchen and looking at Jean-Paul's handiwork. "You have been busy. Are you sure you made enough, though? Some of these 'ladies' - and I use the term loosely - can put away enough for a hockey team." He sets the book on top of the fridge, and digs out a drink of his own, a vodka cooler with lemon. "I suppose I should just help myself?"

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[info]scaleface
2007-11-21 15:07 (link)
Scaleface looks not at all daunted at Jean-Paul's comment - if she even hears it. She doesn't even do much more than grunt and shift over when he nudges her and sits down on the couch. The television is on, you see, and that means her braincells can take a nice vacation. When Erik arrives, Scaleface is engrossed in a commercial for a product she will never need, but now feels compelled to buy.

The mention of Jean-Paul maybe not making enough food is enough to make the girl lift her head, and that's how she spots Erik there at all. Mention of putting away enough food for a hockey team makes the Latina grin proudly, showing lots of her teeth. "Man, screw that," she says, "I can put away the hockey team too, bam!" To emphasize, she pounds one fist into the opposite palm. Not that she looks all that intimidating at the moment, since she's slouched back into the couch under a warm winter coat which she's wearing backwards to cover her chest.

Amused by her own witty joke, even if no one else seems to be, she does finally realize that the food isn't self-serve and she sighs and gets up. Turning, she decides that rather than walk past either Tabitha or Jean-Paul, the best way to get away from the TV and over to the kitchen is to just walk on the couch, brace one foot on the back and hop over. Boots on the upholstery? Who gives a crap, it's not like it's really their furniture. She makes her way over towards the kitchen to load up her plate with some lasagna.

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[info]polaire
2007-11-23 09:52 (link)
"Hey Erik," says Jean-Paul from the couch, refraining from either speaking with his mouth full or waving with his fork. Around here, that's enough to pass for gentlemanliness.

He shoots Scaleface a sideways look at the fist-to-palm, but doesn't speak up to contradict her. Instead, to Erik, he says, "Go for it. Not nutritionally rich, but it's still a step up from takeout."

When Scaleface starts scaling the couch, he startles a little, and protects his plate, lest a booted foot swing off in the wrong direction - but all is well, and he's safe to take another bite of lasagna.

"What're you reading?" Again, to Erik - since the other two are either eating, drinking, watching TV, or all of the above.

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