Open RP: Free Yuuri Curry!
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The Christmas Disaster left Wolfram without his present and his revenge, but it did leave him with a mission. And although technically the Maou requested it was Wolfram who must hand-out curry to the students at Hogwarts, Wolfram had been the only person around to hear it. So, naturally, he made Yuuri help him too.
Wolfram had not relished the idea of cooking for the school populace, which was mostly comprised of wax-tongued humans who would most likely not appreciate it. But with the school population being suddenly depleted, the blond felt much more encouraged about the level of labor facing him. After waking Yuuri up for the early hour (how could it be comfortable sleeping halfway on the floor, with only your arm tangled in the covers? Wolfram would never understand his fiancé) he marched over to the kitchen to start fixing curry. He had been taught by Jennifer-san herself, so naturally he would be an expert!
After the third (minor) explosion, Yuuri’s distressed expression led the House Elves to offer a helping hand. Thus, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld turned back from the green pepper he was grating to discover he was much further along then he had thought. In fact, he was finished!
And to think, chefs wanted to be paid.
Wolfram von Bielefeld and Shibuya Yuuri stationed the large cauldron of curry near a booth, one that Wolfram arranged to have built the night before. After watching the House Elves carrying bowls and spoons to the necessary place, the blond took out the wand. He tapped it to his chin in careful thought, before nodding decisively and charming the wooden sign to read: "Maou Curry for the Homeless (Will Not Contain Maou)"
Up to this point, Yuuri had found all the preparations satisfactory. He was about to express golly-gee-whiz wonderment at Wolfram's nifty charmwork when the sign's actual implication struck him. "Hey, wait a minute! Don't say 'homeless'. We all live at Hogwarts, so Hogwarts is our home! What it needs to say is that it's for people who don't have a home other than Hogwarts and are therefore homeless in a sense, but that doesn't mean they're not our friends and schoolmates!" That seemed too long to write on a sign, so Yuuri thought about it a moment, then crossed out Homeless and wrote above it Displaced. A little awkward, maybe, but the only other word that came to mind was 'refugees' and that really didn't work well.
Wolfram could have argued about the change, as the blond usually needed to be fighting about something. But he decided to nag Yuuri about using a writing utensil rather than his wand instead.
(( Open to all characters. The curry is edible and not poisoned or drugged. Characters may feel free to take some curry or not, as it suits them; check things out, mutter to one another about the significance of curry, you name it! ))
Wolfram had not relished the idea of cooking for the school populace, which was mostly comprised of wax-tongued humans who would most likely not appreciate it. But with the school population being suddenly depleted, the blond felt much more encouraged about the level of labor facing him. After waking Yuuri up for the early hour (how could it be comfortable sleeping halfway on the floor, with only your arm tangled in the covers? Wolfram would never understand his fiancé) he marched over to the kitchen to start fixing curry. He had been taught by Jennifer-san herself, so naturally he would be an expert!
After the third (minor) explosion, Yuuri’s distressed expression led the House Elves to offer a helping hand. Thus, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld turned back from the green pepper he was grating to discover he was much further along then he had thought. In fact, he was finished!
And to think, chefs wanted to be paid.
Wolfram von Bielefeld and Shibuya Yuuri stationed the large cauldron of curry near a booth, one that Wolfram arranged to have built the night before. After watching the House Elves carrying bowls and spoons to the necessary place, the blond took out the wand. He tapped it to his chin in careful thought, before nodding decisively and charming the wooden sign to read: "Maou Curry for the Homeless (Will Not Contain Maou)"
Up to this point, Yuuri had found all the preparations satisfactory. He was about to express golly-gee-whiz wonderment at Wolfram's nifty charmwork when the sign's actual implication struck him. "Hey, wait a minute! Don't say 'homeless'. We all live at Hogwarts, so Hogwarts is our home! What it needs to say is that it's for people who don't have a home other than Hogwarts and are therefore homeless in a sense, but that doesn't mean they're not our friends and schoolmates!" That seemed too long to write on a sign, so Yuuri thought about it a moment, then crossed out Homeless and wrote above it Displaced. A little awkward, maybe, but the only other word that came to mind was 'refugees' and that really didn't work well.
Wolfram could have argued about the change, as the blond usually needed to be fighting about something. But he decided to nag Yuuri about using a writing utensil rather than his wand instead.
(( Open to all characters. The curry is edible and not poisoned or drugged. Characters may feel free to take some curry or not, as it suits them; check things out, mutter to one another about the significance of curry, you name it! ))