[In Person] Sebastian Michaelis | 6:00 am - Prepare Breakfast

[demon_andbutler]

[Early morning dawns on your new home. It is a good thing the manor comes fully equipped with a handsome 19th century butler! Come near the kitchen and you'll smell something heavenly being cooked.

He's found the various prepackaged foodstuffs lacking for a proper breakfast, so he's improvising. Eggs have been cracked into a large bowl and beaten. He's figured out the modern stove, although there are other appliances he hasn't even touched, including the Blackberry that he still has in a breast pocket, near to his pocket watch. It's quite a mystery, his being here, and so far from his master that he can't even sense the boy's presence. But that's no matter. There's a schedule to keep and, he can tell, guests to be served.

He's producing omelets, using the various ingredients available to him. He moves with grace and poise, dressed in an impeccable black uniform; long coattails, white gloves, high collar with tie, and head butler's pin on his lapel. The only things that might strike one as out of place are his carelessly mussed hair and unnaturally red eyes.

Come on in and request something! Don't be shy! He's here to serve!]

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[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

[Since Willy wakes up early every morning, it wasn't unusual for him to be out and about. Better to explore a place when he had the chance and things were less crowded than to be caught unawares and embarrassed later on when someone asks for directions in a hotel...or whatever this place was.

The scent of spices, eggs and butter wafted through the air and caught his attention.]

Ahh, the kitchen. Gotta check that place first.

[He made his way through the Victorian style halls and highly polished wood and velvet draperies toward the source. He looks to the left and to the right and smiles the moment he reaches the kitchen and spots the butler.]

Wow! They really pull no punches at this resort! Dad certainly has good taste....er...Hm-Hm!

[He giggles slightly as he steps in.]

[demon_andbutler]

[Sebastian smiles brightly at the dandy interestingly dressed man who enters.] Good morning to you, sir. Are you the master of the house?

[Because if you've somehow managed to kidnap him and separate him from his master, he may have to kill you.]

[In Person]

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

[He giggles and tilts his head back to the side with his hand raised in an effeminate manner.]

Me? Oh Heavens no. I live a factory. This is a resort and I thought you worked here. Um...which is kinda weird that...well...where's the rest of the staff?

[He looks around the corner and then to the other.]

Huh....weird.

[In Person]

[demon_andbutler]

A factory. You are rather distinguished-looking for a factory worker, sir, if you do not mind my saying.

[He's not so sure about the resort bit, but he won't disagree outright.]

I'm unsure, myself. Perhaps it was presumptuous of me to take over, but I dislike sitting idly by when there is work to be done.

Are you hungry?

[In Person]

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't exactly work there anymore but I do miss it. You see, I make candy and chocolates and I only live there because it just made sense. I own it. It's a passion of mine and I like to stay close to it if I can. I'm just a little confused as to how I got here other than I think I fell asleep when my elevator was taking me home from Charlie's after dropping him off.

[He shrugs and sighs then looks back to Sebastian.]

Oh, yes please. Would you like some help? If the staff is being lazy, maybe it'll help me cope a little better if I have something to do.

[In Person]

[demon_andbutler]

Ah, I do understand. A chocolatier, then.

[Again, he won't comment on the how they got here bit. Idle speculation is generally pointless, and he isn't being asked for his opinion. The offer to help surprises him, however. Being offered help by someone who might actually be competent at handling food.]

If you would like to, please feel free. It would not do to be short food for all the guests.

[In Person]

[makerofimage.livejournal.com]

Precisely!

[He smiled and looked at Sebastian and realized that they hadn't exchanged names.]

I'm Willy Wonka by the by. And I may be as so bold as to say that you're an outstanding chef. Food is like art. The more time and imagination one uses to make it, the better it tastes, I think.

So what's on the menu?

[In Person]

[demon_andbutler]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wonka. You may call me Sebastian. [A secretive smile.] And I've said, I'm no chef. I'm merely one hell of a butler. If there is no chef present, it goes without saying that I can handle a task so simple.

At the moment, omelets. There is a variety of ingredients that can be added to them, but the other meal options appeared... lacking. [Instant bagels? Really?]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[Drawn by the smell of food, Iroh eventually stumbles into the kitchen. He sees a well-dressed gentleman, though his clothing seems somewhat odd. Central Earth Kingdom, perhaps?]

Why, hello. Are you the...cook?

[He inhales deeply]

It smells wonderful! Tell me, do you know where I am? I'm afraid I woke up here and it's quite foreign to me.

[demon_andbutler]

Me? Oh, no sir, I'm just a butler. But it seems the chef is not in this morning, and there are several people in need of being served.

[He returns to garnishing one of the omelets.] I'm afraid I cannot answer that question. I have found myself here in an identical circumstance.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[He's just watching you, Sebby, a little unsure]

[demon_andbutler]

[Have a sparkly smile, Touya.]

And an omelet for you, sir?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

[demon_andbutler]

You may call me Sebastian. May I ask your name?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

Touya.

[demon_andbutler]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Touya. Are you hungry?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

I can make something for myself.

[demon_andbutler]

But I have already made something for you. [Brandishes the delicious-looking omelet plate at Touya.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[He's got his gun out, but he's not going to fire not yet.]

Turn around slowly with your hands up.

[demon_andbutler]

[Oh, dear. This one sounds like he means business. Sebastian puts down the mixing bowl and turns around calmly, although he doesn't put up his hands.

What an... interesting outfit. And the gun reminds him of the Italian mobsters he's dealt with.]

Good morning, sir. Would you prefer something besides an omelet?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Psh, I wonder why?! Mello takes a few steps forward, gun still up. He notices the red eyes, Sidoh said all the Shinigami looked different. Mello figured there were two possibilities, either Sebastian was a shinigami or Mello WAS in Hell and he was some kind of demon tormentor. Cooking, for some reason. No, this couldn't be Hell, too pleasant. But that left the Shinigami option which meant that there was a Death Note nearby and very probably a human using it. But that brought up the question again, why wasn't he dead? Or maybe this Shinigami was like Sidoh, too cowardly to act as anything but a pet, or in this case...]

So you're the butler, huh? Where's your master?

[demon_andbutler]

My master is not present currently.

[A tad bit worrisome, if he worried about anything. He can't even sense Ciel's presence distantly. It's as if he simply doesn't exist at the moment.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello's a Wammy Kid, he's looking for things when Sebastian talks, visual cues as to what's actually going on in his head. He doesn't think Shinigami work the same way, but then again Sidoh looked so far from human. No matter what, though, it's habit and Mello's not going to stop. God knows how long this forced calm will last, though.]

Does your master own this place?

[demon_andbutler]

[It's really obvious when humans are trying to read others, so he's just going to keep smiling and give nothing away, despite the gun still being pointed at him.]

No, he does not.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello keeps his head, because it's very probable he's telling the truth. He might be as clueless as Mello is. If they're all as fucking stupid as Sidoh then it wouldn't surprise him in the least]

Do you know who does?