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@salverplatterskitchen
“Hohoho~”
Indie canon divergent lewis pepper blog,
Multiship - cross over friendly - Selective - AU RP blog - slow activity - dark themes may be present
About X Rules X starters X
Note: most roleplays with this boy will contain feeding or be related to the topic of food.
Boots: ca. 1870, leather boots.
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Platter lightly squeezes Arthur’s hand. Looking down at him as his hair droops but still curls into what appears to be his own soft smile. “I’m happy that the feeling is mutual, it’s been too long, and I look forward to our talks.”
Stepping into the kitchen, Arthur can see that the dining hall and the kitchen has been combined into one giant room, and the chandelier seemed to have gotten bigger and more extravagant, while the kitchen itself only grew.
Two stools are pulled out from one of the kitchen islands. Platter usher’s Arthur to sit down come up before taking a seat himself. “being with you is the best cure for the loneliness, my dear Arthur. Having you in my thoughts, does wonders. But yes, I’d like to tackle this issue with you about my side here… and there are some things I have wanted to tell you!” Platter reaches out and lightly squeezes Arthur’s knee, “I’ve regained some of my memories. From journaling. Isn’t it isn’t that wonderful?”
“Oh wow….” Arthur continues following Platter, but it’s clear his attentions are on the walls, the expansive and elegant sprawl the rooms have changed to be. The architecture was gorgeous, intricate, with colors fitting the pallete of the room interwoven in a delicate display. The drown molding looked like gold against deep, dark mahogany, and it matched the gold leafing on the chairs in the dining room. It was chintzy, and while he wasn’t the kind to want that stuff, it was perfectly Lewis to want something glamorous, to go with excess, and still make it look nice.
The kitchen itself is still simple by comparison, but it doesn’t surprise him, when it’s the room for practical use. The kitchen being fancy isn’t really necessary; in fact, with how artful Lewis tried to be with his food, that should be the main attraction of entering the kitchen. If it was done up as well as the rest of the expansive and sprawling rooms of the house, it might make the food he created feel less special, or hell, the design and fancy decor might get in the way of what the kitchen was meant for.
He takes the offered seat, and listens. It only makes him smile. “That’s amazing! I’m glad you found something to help.” Arthur’s hand covers Platter’s own on his knee, and he smiles up at his plate. “I’m so proud of you, big guy.”
Platters hair twirls, flitting through the air like a wagging tail or a flame, it relaxes into its water like motions and he nods. His tail curls around the supports of his own stool instead of curling around Arthur’s leg.
“It’s all thanks to you, my dear. If you hadn’t encouraged me, I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.” He glows, the rim of his plate and his hair, to the point where the kitchen looked dull in comparison. With his free hand, platter opens up his chest and pulls out a thick journal. There’s a small gust of cold air from his freezer before it’s promptly shut, which platter pays no mind to. He flips it open, revealing pages upon pages of delicate cursive.
“My memories - at least the few that I’ve recovered - have an odd habit of coming up in my sleep, hence why all of these are initially labeled as dreams.” Platter squeezes Arthur’s hand before pulling away to point to the page, “most of the time it is nonsensical, but at other points, I fixate on specific actions and scenes, and the memories unfold as I write about them. For example, my mothers wedding dress-“ There’s a small anime-esc sketch of a mermaid styled wedding gown on a woman resembling mrs. pepper, with lace adorning the length of the dress and a crest detailing the band under the breast, “I discovered it in her closet, I believe. And thus she put it on for me to see how she looked in it. It was wonderful, Arthur. I wish I had gotten to see their wedding once more. I - I believe I was in their wedding. Can you believe that?” Platters voice is light with pride and enjoyment, “my sisters weren’t born yet, so I got to be the ring bearer. If I recall…. I was….” He thinks for a moment, but falls silent, hair drooping and dulling. “I .. can’t remember how old I was, but I was young.”
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“Oh nonsense, don’t fret my dear.” Platter floats around him, tail whipping eagerly. Then arthur Is scooped into a great big hug. Squeezed tight before being set on the floor with a gentle head Pat.
“We’ve been- alright. Lonely isn’t a word in my dictionary but I suppose it suits us quite well. It was nice having you and all of your friends stay here with me. I can’t help but miss it.”
The doors open and platter guide’s arthur Inside with a hand on his back, directing him to the kitchen.
Arthur makes a small ‘oof’ at the hug, letting out a smattering of laughter. He grins at the pat to his head, at least until he spoke again. It softens then, to something tender and furtive.
“I missed you, too. A lot, actually.” He took one of Platter’s hands now that he was in just socks. “Let’s do what we can to help with the loneliness. How about it?”
Platter lightly squeezes Arthur's hand. Looking down at him as his hair droops but still curls into what appears to be his own soft smile. "I'm happy that the feeling is mutual, it's been too long, and I look forward to our talks."
Stepping into the kitchen, Arthur can see that the dining hall and the kitchen has been combined into one giant room, and the chandelier seemed to have gotten bigger and more extravagant, while the kitchen itself only grew.
Two stools are pulled out from one of the kitchen islands. Platter usher's Arthur to sit down come up before taking a seat himself. "being with you is the best cure for the loneliness, my dear Arthur. Having you in my thoughts, does wonders. But yes, I'd like to tackle this issue with you about my side here… and there are some things I have wanted to tell you!" Platter reaches out and lightly squeezes Arthur's knee, "I've regained some of my memories. From journaling. Isn't it isn't that wonderful?"
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There’s a hint of familiarity in her appearance. One that takes him several seconds to figure out or place. it’s been a long time since hes been home common and been an even longer time since he’s seen a gal such as yourself… it almost makes him nostalgic, Almost gives him a sense to scoop her up and keep her inside and never let her go. But he doesn’t. No. He must restrain himself, and show that he is a proper and good host. Not that her enthusiasm wasn’t rubbing off on him.
“Hohoho~ Well aren’t you the charmer? I’m flattered really,” he leans down and holds out his hand for her, both bowing and so she didn’t have to crane her neck like that. It would do her no good if she were to get a crick in her neck because of someone like him “my name is salver platter, Although many would have referred to me as Lewis pepper if not for my unusual appearance. It’s nice to meet you Vivi. It’s been a long time since I’ve had company like you.”
There’s so much to take in all at once, Vivi’s eyes dart around the ghost in eager bursts, one detail catching her attention immediately after the next even if she’s not quite ready to move on. The general consensus? Oh he was so cool! She’s so excited she feels like she could just up and climb him like a pole! To what extent? To see him better of course! To explore! Her eyes are so wide, so filled with sparkles, it takes everything in her power not to explode.
And then he’s leaning down, offering his hand to her, and her grin surely couldn’t get any bigger than it already was. Vivi takes his hand as best as she can and gee— it’s so much bigger than her own! “Salver Pl—“ In a single moment her voice dies, enthusiasm gone. A purple glow overcomes her eyes, and her expression falls completely. It’s like that for a few moments, with her eyebrows furrowed and a look of distress there, but finally she manages to shake her head and clear it away. She offers another smile, but it’s slightly smaller now. “Sorry, uh… Salver Platter, right? I’m so excited to meet you! Do you live here?” She wastes no time in picking back up her earlier eagerness, at least.
She's bouncey, and all of her movements were entransing. Platter couldn't help but watch her With interest as he saw her enthusiasm grow minute by minute. It almost felt strange to see so much happiness on her face, it's been so long since he has. If he could smile he would be, but since he has a lack of lips, his hair curls and twists into what appears to be either a mustache…. or his own grin.
...That lost expression was one he recognized. One he saw meant times before he… before... before he ended up here. He remembered seeing that face in his dreams. But never the purple. How odd.
He'll have to ask her about it, but right now wasn't the time. He floats to the side, his tail flicking to beacon her inside. "I'm Eager to make your acquaintance, Vivi. I'm almost just as eager as you are," he ends with a chuckle that has a lot more of his emotion than he wanted to. Being composed might be more difficult in her presence. He'll consider this to be more practice. "and yes I do live here, please come inside. And take your shoes off in the foyer. I imagine that you're hungry, and I would be more than happy to make you something as we chat."
Even from where she stood outside, it was evident that the foyer Was elegant. There's Brown and deep Orange doors on either side, decorated with Golden designs etched into their surfaces. Creating small worlds and even smaller scenes that she could probably spend hours looking at to get the whole story. At the very back was glowing double doors, that stretched high above her. Three small yellow faces seemed to look at her from the doors windows.
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It was very clear to platter that he was about to fall into old habits. One that he had initially wanted to swear off doing, since running with Arthur. After Having the explanations that it does little to no good, this…. Wasn’t going to work.. Not in the slightest.
Arthur takes a step away, and the twitch of his fingers get more persistent.
“Well Arthur.” That had to be this one’s name considering his appearance I mean his appearance, “I am spirit who has a lot more empathy for the stomachs rather than the people.” Platter steps out - or floats out, and the waves of example of exhaustion and jitteriness and dizziness from the young man Fell over him an instant. This will not do. “You’re hungry. You have an eaten in days days. And we’re going to fix this.”
He doesn’t allow Arthur the chance to escape, nor does he give a moment to react. Platter lurches forward and in the next moment Arthur is held to his chest much like a child would be.. In one quick motion play quick motion play platter takes him inside and closes the door.
This feels like a short fuse, one that had been lit the second he laid eyes on the other. It was burning away quickly, considering the way the entire building rumbles and the other twitches. They’re getting more persistent, he can see it in his hands, Arthur knows this is bad news and he’s preparing himself to flee at a moment’s notice.
But oh boy, the other knows his name, and calls him as such. Any color left in the mechanic’s face is gone in an instant, eyes huge with fear as he takes a few more steps backwards. “H…how, how do you know my…. n-name…?” It’s quiet, he’s almost terrified of whatever answer he may get in response. For a moment he’s frozen in place, legs locked hard as the other comes closer, forcing him to crane his head farther and farther back. Oh god everything was spinning, he almost falls over from trying to look up at that plate, only barely able to catch himself by stumbling. “You… huh? Fix..?”
Before he knows what’s happening he’s lifted off the ground, pulled to the other’s chest, being forced inside that rumbling building. Suddenly much more awake as adrenaline shoots through him the mechanic screams, desperately trying to struggle from the other’s arms. Arthur reaches for the door as he’s dragged away, only to see the light vanish as it closes. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I’ll never come back I won’t bother you again please let me go!!”
The light from the sun is blocked out by the door shutting, And is replaced by the flicker of the golden lanterns and glowing Accents that seem to embroider the walls and surround them both. The foyer lights up, as platter readjusts the grip he had on Arthur. He's unfazed by the screaming. Plucking gangly limbs and folding them against Arthurs all took skinny body. Using one arm to hold Arthur steady, platter reaches down and begins removing Arthur shoes. It's a bit difficult with high tops, and he lets out a small Huff of annoyance. However, The double doors of the foyer opens up, And the 3 little yellow dead beats - Spice Girls - peak out. One of them rushes forward with a happy smile, immediately getting to work on undoing the laces and pulling off the shoes. Another one floats nearby and eyes arthur curiously… or with anxiety. It's hard to tell with her expression. then the last one, one that seems more cool and collected, floats up to platter's face and holds up a note.
Platter gives them the A-OK, and the collected dead beat flies off into the manor, while the happy one finishes removing his shoes.
"I know your name because I've met other use other use," platter admits, his voice becoming a little more jolly than before. The rumbling even stopping for a brief moment, "And please don't apologize, I've met plenty of people who don't understand how to take care of their bodies, so it's no big deal to help them. As for letting you go - I will once you eat. You've brought me a lot of pain by showing up to my home the way you have, and now you're going to eat and fix it. "
Platter's touch is firm yet gentle, and when Arthur shoes are off, platter readjusted him again to hold him firmly so that he couldnt escape. He Floats through the double doors, and into a great glittering kitchen.
It's huge, with pillars stretching up to high ceilings that pretty much couldn't be seen, filled with chandeliers that We're decorated with candles and glowing lights that resembled stars. There is a long table that is centered in the right portion of the room, while the rest of the room seem to be full of Ovens and counters and various other kitchenaids. It almost looked like a kitchen from a restaurant, but very different. There's only 2 doors. The ones Arthur just came in through, and a small silver door along the far wall in the corner.
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“Oh but Selena, you were trying to run away before your meal was ready! We can’t have that. I need to be sure that you’re well nourished and properly hydrated. And from the looks of it you were about to run out on me.. even if you couldn’t.. Not really with the locks on the doors and all that fun stuff.” he tells his head I’m here from the stove with a contemplative look. “If I release you from your bonds, will you sit patiently and wait for your supper?”
Salena tugged a bit on the restraints, more so in a manner that was testing their strength rather than actually making an effort to escape them. She sighed, lowering her ears slightly.
Her attention returned to the specter, staring at him, “Do me a favor would you Salver? I want you to look at me, and then look at the portion size of the meal you’re making for me. Do you see the problem?”
“….Also just for a note, I think you’re just lucky I have people that don’t like me using my gates as often as I am used to.”
Platter gives her a contemplative look at that - or as contemplative as he could, and then his gaze drops down to meal he was planning on serving her. It was pretty filled. With meats and veggies and mashed potatoes all all crowded on the plate, and then another small bowl of fruits and sauces to be added and consumed at her convenience. He then looks backup at her and gives a small shrug.
"I really do not see the problem, you're malnourished, And this should be enough for you to finish. If not in one sitting, then maybe two." he says without a hint of irony, Returning back to the stove and stabbing a fork into the Chicken he was frying. He holds it up and watches as the grease fall before letting out of smaller hum. Gates… interesting. Maybe she'll show him afterwards.
"Would you like entertainment while you eat?" he asks, flipping off the fires On the stove, and taking a seat with a quick swish. Sitting at the opposite side of the table, plate focused on her, while her meal slid across the table and before her. Her restraints give up the smallest bit so she could take bites,
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Ex Voto
A selection of French votive hearts. Many of them have a Marian monogram on the front.
Do you have limits, Mr. Platter sir?
"Pray tell, what do you mean by limits? I suppose I can't necessarily answer unless I understand your question."
"If you mean for what I will and will not serve - then no, I don't have many limits. Mind for harming my guests."
"I would never put them in a situation where they would feel ill, or could possibly die in my presence. Unless… they refuse to follow the rules. As for that, I have very little patience. Except for if it is a child, comma I can spare spare enough decency to keep myself calm around them. Although adults should know better."
A gift is left at the door. Inside is a collection of cookbooks as well as the box set of sailor moon manga. There are several plush animals for the girls as well, and a single gold glittering rose on top of everything, set in a woven basket. A card is left on top, only marking is as a gift for valentines.
Platter tilts his head as he eyes the package sitting on his doorstep. His hair flickering in curiosity and in slight interest before he finally leans down to pick it up. He lifts the rose and gives it a small sniff, Finding it sent to be a pleasant. He would need to prepare a beautiful vase to match its Excellency.
As for the rest… his heart warmed. The girls were going to love it, and there was many books that he could spend his time reading. Maybe as he waited for his cakes to bake and his sour dough to rise, he could spend his Time engrossed in the Manga and seeing what was up with the little sailor scouts. Although it didn't make sense for their not to be a signature. Although maybe that was the point. He knew very few people, and only one of them had introduced him to the world of sailor moon... or reintroduced him that is.
With a warm chuckle, platter brings the gifts into the home and alerts his Spice Girls to come get their presents.
