Aoi Hana-bi, Floor Twenty Eight, Kitchen
"Well you sometimes have to do grunt work even when you're at the top, hun," Ella replied to Mr. Bourtoulenne and Bluerick. "Now quit your bitching, and get on with it." She turned around, stormed off and yelled at someone else because of a dirty fork amongst the clean forks. Amateurs, the lot of them so far tonight!
Red meanwhile got to cooking the fish, cooking them on a barbecue grill with heat rocks and gas burning beneath it. The oil on the muipo sent plumes of flame into the air as it sweated off of the fillets of dust trout. The kitchen facilities themselves were top notch, they had an entire floor of the hotel dedicated to cooking the meals of the wealthy. Perhaps old Bluerick was too used to having it so good, like on the Crimson Kestrel.
At least cooking this, he didn't have to worry about that chalk-skinned freak of nature eating the plates and the cutlery afterwards. He served his barbecued cutlets to Enzo, who plated them up in the bowl with cooked vegetables from other stations together. It was almost like a fish steak soup. Smelled really good though - really good - like a spicy lemon fish curry or something.
Out of the corner of Enzo's eye as he was dishing up, he noticed that Ella was on a phone to someone, but they couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise, or read their lips as their back was to the conman. Perhaps suspicions were raised because of the snippiness.
Aoi Hana-Bi, Floor Twenty Five, Hallways
The 'gravy boat' stopped off at all floors, the interior of which was fairly spartan. It wasn't made for looks or comfort, but it could get staff and equipment anywhere in the hotel. There was room for two trolleys of equipment - whether it was food deliveries, cleaning service, or cargo. The gravy boat stopped at twenty seven cups, and around a corner, the hallway for the room was seen.
Shayla heard something in her ear. "Hello, security? This is Ella, up in, uh," she seemed to be remembering something, "the couch, and I think I've got two folks with a dash of oil in my kitchen." She seemed slightly peeved with the way things were going this evening, given the guests they had. "They arrived late, they were spaced out, and they're answering back, the ungrateful pricks. They're temps filling in for our main chef tonight. Temps don't get the right to answer back until they've run a kitchen and know what its like to work under pressure."
Some of this sounded just plain strange to Shayla. She was put under pressure worse than a kitchen plenty of times. "Just give 'em a look over when you get to my floor, I'll point them out." The line then cut out. Floor - er, cup twenty five meanwhile seemed to be all calm. The carpets were red and plush, a woman not matching Yotsuyuki Kuu's description left her room and went to the elevator.
When she was walking through cup twenty six, she got a message from Nostrovia in her other earpiece - the one given to her for this mission. "How goes patrol? I think Melissa saw you in the window at the end of the hallway on the twenty fifth or twenty fourth floor. She thinks ground floor is the first and then it counts one two three and so on."
"Ah shaddap." Melissa snipped back over radio. "Point is, I got ya covered. All seems calm. Security outside seems normal. Anythin' interestin' to report?" It seemed safe to answer questions so long as she disabled the security headset's microphone for a moment.
Aoi Hana-bi, Floor Twenty Seven, Soruk's Room
There was a lady in the Hotel's VIP service staff uniform standing in front of Room Six, knocking on the door gently with a clipboard in her hands. "Excuse me Sir, you may now head upstairs to the restaurant to be seated." Soruk heard gently from the other side of the door, after he'd spent some time looking good for his dinner date. He was confident that he'd make a good impression. Looking out the window for a moment, he saw shooting stars in the night sky.
He got a message from Nostrovia. "Shayla's gotten in, she's on patrol as a security officer around your area. You might bump into her - pretend you don't know each other. Saw Enzo and Red walk in too, so presumably they're cooking."
Meanwhile, Nostrovia's current position was unknown to the rest of the team. If they didn't know, it was likely nobody else did either, not even the hotel staff.
"Well you sometimes have to do grunt work even when you're at the top, hun," Ella replied to Mr. Bourtoulenne and Bluerick. "Now quit your bitching, and get on with it." She turned around, stormed off and yelled at someone else because of a dirty fork amongst the clean forks. Amateurs, the lot of them so far tonight!
Red meanwhile got to cooking the fish, cooking them on a barbecue grill with heat rocks and gas burning beneath it. The oil on the muipo sent plumes of flame into the air as it sweated off of the fillets of dust trout. The kitchen facilities themselves were top notch, they had an entire floor of the hotel dedicated to cooking the meals of the wealthy. Perhaps old Bluerick was too used to having it so good, like on the Crimson Kestrel.
At least cooking this, he didn't have to worry about that chalk-skinned freak of nature eating the plates and the cutlery afterwards. He served his barbecued cutlets to Enzo, who plated them up in the bowl with cooked vegetables from other stations together. It was almost like a fish steak soup. Smelled really good though - really good - like a spicy lemon fish curry or something.
Out of the corner of Enzo's eye as he was dishing up, he noticed that Ella was on a phone to someone, but they couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise, or read their lips as their back was to the conman. Perhaps suspicions were raised because of the snippiness.
Aoi Hana-Bi, Floor Twenty Five, Hallways
The 'gravy boat' stopped off at all floors, the interior of which was fairly spartan. It wasn't made for looks or comfort, but it could get staff and equipment anywhere in the hotel. There was room for two trolleys of equipment - whether it was food deliveries, cleaning service, or cargo. The gravy boat stopped at twenty seven cups, and around a corner, the hallway for the room was seen.
Shayla heard something in her ear. "Hello, security? This is Ella, up in, uh," she seemed to be remembering something, "the couch, and I think I've got two folks with a dash of oil in my kitchen." She seemed slightly peeved with the way things were going this evening, given the guests they had. "They arrived late, they were spaced out, and they're answering back, the ungrateful pricks. They're temps filling in for our main chef tonight. Temps don't get the right to answer back until they've run a kitchen and know what its like to work under pressure."
Some of this sounded just plain strange to Shayla. She was put under pressure worse than a kitchen plenty of times. "Just give 'em a look over when you get to my floor, I'll point them out." The line then cut out. Floor - er, cup twenty five meanwhile seemed to be all calm. The carpets were red and plush, a woman not matching Yotsuyuki Kuu's description left her room and went to the elevator.
When she was walking through cup twenty six, she got a message from Nostrovia in her other earpiece - the one given to her for this mission. "How goes patrol? I think Melissa saw you in the window at the end of the hallway on the twenty fifth or twenty fourth floor. She thinks ground floor is the first and then it counts one two three and so on."
"Ah shaddap." Melissa snipped back over radio. "Point is, I got ya covered. All seems calm. Security outside seems normal. Anythin' interestin' to report?" It seemed safe to answer questions so long as she disabled the security headset's microphone for a moment.
Aoi Hana-bi, Floor Twenty Seven, Soruk's Room
There was a lady in the Hotel's VIP service staff uniform standing in front of Room Six, knocking on the door gently with a clipboard in her hands. "Excuse me Sir, you may now head upstairs to the restaurant to be seated." Soruk heard gently from the other side of the door, after he'd spent some time looking good for his dinner date. He was confident that he'd make a good impression. Looking out the window for a moment, he saw shooting stars in the night sky.
He got a message from Nostrovia. "Shayla's gotten in, she's on patrol as a security officer around your area. You might bump into her - pretend you don't know each other. Saw Enzo and Red walk in too, so presumably they're cooking."
Meanwhile, Nostrovia's current position was unknown to the rest of the team. If they didn't know, it was likely nobody else did either, not even the hotel staff.
