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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 8:35:22 GMT -6
Gran was sitting at her table near the entrance of the inn. Today, she had decided to take a break and enjoy herself a nice cup of the Inn's tea. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fine, warm air that was wafting from her cup. More times than not, she felt remorse for her collection of tea, rather than at being trapped in this game. She sipped on the hot liquid, willing herself to make it taste like her Lavender Chamomile. It did not.
She sighed and set the tea cup back on its little saucer. Looking about the room, she wondered if there were anyone in this small crowd that would make a nice person to socialise with. She could do with making a new friend to talk to. She smiled and almost laughed at herself. She knew it was just so that she could talk their ear off about things. Most of the kids up to this point had been all about the action and the quests. Combat left and right. That was perfectly fine with her, of course. She loved fighting more than most, really. However, she found herself lamenting the fact that none of them had stricken her as decent conversationalists. Well, there was that one girl, but their relationship was strictly professional now.
Gran's eyes locked on to a particular girl who seemed to be tinkering around with something. For the life of her, Gran couldn't seem to figure it out from that distance. Curiosity was a good enough reason to start talking to someone, she supposed. She finished her tea and got up slowly and deliberately. She walked over to the girl, feet steadily moving one after the other, her posture never faltering. She smiled as warmly as she could and stopped at the table. What was this girl doing?
"What are you up to, if I might ask, dearie?" Gran decided to be right out with it. There was no time for hem hawing too much in this game. PRINCE
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 17, 2016 19:44:46 GMT -6
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rince sat in the inn, gulping quietly as she looked through her menu. The cooking skill... she really liked it, but how would she go about using it? As of now, the only thing she could think of was sitting in the inn and cooking using the small portable pot that she got from an NPC. As she pressed on her menu and went through the ingredients she had, Prince took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. [break][break] She wanted... something sweet... Prince quietly fidgeted through her menu, trying to bring up the ingredients she had bought earlier for a specific dish. However, as she did so, an unfamiliar voice spoke to her. Prince glanced up with wide eyes as the elderly woman spoke. Was... she an NPC? Prince hadn't seen a player that old ever... The interface deemed them a player after a few seconds of Prince staring. Her face turned red as she hopped up and gave a soft bow of the head. [break][break] ”E..Erm sorry for spacing out... um... I was... erm about to cook...”[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2016 19:47:05 GMT -6 by PRINCE
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Post by granxgran on Nov 17, 2016 21:16:49 GMT -6
Gran kept her face mostly nonreactive to the girl telling her she was cooking. That had really struck a chord with Gran, as she liked cooking in the real world immensely. She pondered on the idea of being able to make her own hotpot one day. Her smile grew softer than before. She focused back in on the girl who had stood up and bowed her head. Gran chortled at the blond and waved her hand in front her nose, as if shooing a fly.
"Please," Gran cocked her head a bit, "you'll embarrass me. I was merely curious as to what you could possibly be doing over here with that tiny pot. I never imagined it could have been cooking."
She laughed at the girl a little bit more, but softly, "We're all gamers here. Sit. Relax. Let me watch you brew something up. Maybe I could even get you to make something for me."
Gran pulled out the chair in a smooth, deliberate motion, sitting down across from where the girl's seat was. She sat there for a moment, thinking on all the things cooking could mean for her future. She was struck with a very simple idea to begin with, and it was only then that she realised she hadn't introduced herself. She looked over at the blond and smiled, "My name is Gran, by the way. Is there any chance you could figure out how to brew Earl Grey with this skill?" PRINCE
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 19, 2016 20:36:41 GMT -6
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rince's face grew red as the old woman made a small laugh and then said she was going to embarrass her. The girl quickly sat back down and glanced to the ground. ”S...Sorry,” she mumbled in response. Prince nodded quietly as the woman spoke about not having imagined that the small pot in front of her could be used for cooking. ”Erm... yes.. it's the portable cooking tool..” she explained gently. [break][break] When the woman spoke of wanting to watch Prince cook, her ears burned up. For some reason it seemed embarrassing. Maybe it was because cooking had a chance of failure... Still, it felt nice to have someone take an interest in her skill. ”E...Erm okay,” she spoke softly as the older woman moved to sit down across from her. [break][break] Prince gulped before giving a soft bow of her head. "My name is Prince... and erm... earl gray tea?" She gave a pause, considering if she'd be able to make that kind of thing. [break][break] "Do... you know any of the real life ingredients?"[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by granxgran on Nov 20, 2016 9:18:53 GMT -6
She almost felt bad for the girl. So far, Gran had met a thriving lot of players who were just gung ho and blazing their own trails, barely giving an old lady the time of day, let alone respect. Of course, she didn't blame any of the young little souls; this was a game after all, and she was a little old lady. She looked across the table at the child as they sat down and she shook her head slightly. This kid was too nice. Gran wondered if they even knew how to kill a monster.
"Portable cooking pot, hm?" Gran scratched her chin, pondering what all of this could mean, "I suppose it makes sense from a gaming perspective. Easier to carry and all that."
The ingredients to Earl Grey. She raised her hand and started tapping forefinger against nose. What exactly did earl grey taste like? Normally she would just laugh and say it tasted like tea, but she didn't. This was a very serious matter.
"Well, it's a stronger tea," she tried to describe it as best she could, "Better for waking yourself up. There's a hint of citrus to it, and it actually goes pretty well with a couple orange slices squeezed into it. I don't know how else to describe it really, as I don't know how extensive the cooking was programmed into this game. Hm." PRINCE
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