THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

[implying]

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[applethief]

[ marduk's ducking into the kitchens to avoid attending anything resembling the party proper, having completely neglected to dress up for it. rather than actually talk to adrasteius first, he starts pawing through whatever's on the counters, picking out the things he likes while avoiding as many of the automated utensils as possible. ]

[bloodspeaker]

[Wow, fucking RUDE. Adrasteius marches over to this interloper and glares at him with the power of a thousand suns!]

Hey! Hey, goddammit! You can't just fucking come in here and start taking what you want. Shoo.

[applethief]

[ he pauses briefly, wrist-deep in a pastry or other; marduk squints down at adrasteius, frowning. ]

And why not, exactly?

[bloodspeaker]

Because I'm fucking working, and that's my food. Step back, whoever the hell you are!

[applethief]

It's a party, isn't it? Lighten up, maybe? [ nevermind that they're actually in the kitchen ... ]

[bloodspeaker]

It's not a party for me. It's work. Work that you are interrupting. [He doesn't sound bothered by that--it's just a fact. He has no intention to dance, wander around, drink, etc. He's here to do a job.]

[applethief]

There's plenty of kitchen to go around.

[ he gestures widely with one hand. pastry filling goes everywhere. he does not seem to particularly notice or mind. ]

Anyway, you're a servant, right? Are you even allowed to talk to real people?

[bloodspeaker]

[He stares, appalled, at the escapee filling. One of his copies re-enters the room with an empty tray, and it stares, too. Angrily, Adrasteius makes a few gestures, muttering as he does so. A mop comes to life in order to clean the mess.]

No, you ridiculous fool. I'm not a goddamn servant. I volunteered to do this.

[applethief]

What kind of person volunteers to do slave work at a party? Sounds like bullshit to me.

[ he takes a step back from the counter, having fully ravaged everything within arm's reach. sucking on his fingers, he surveys the room-- seems like adrasteius stands between him and anything else interesting. damn. ]

Don't they whip you for lying, or something? Is this an incident I'm going to have to take up with whoever's in charge of you?

[bloodspeaker]

I'm in charge of me, you fucking quarter-wit! Get out of my goddamn kitchen.

[Don't make him turn you into a sheep, Marduk.]

[applethief]

[ WELL THAT'S RUDE. he scowls at adrasteius, for all the good that does. ]

Why are you so fucking uptight about this? You're magicking it all, none of this will probably exist in twenty four hours. [ deeply offended, he wipes his hands off on his cloak. fucking elves, man. ]

[bloodspeaker]

Wrong. I am automating the process, not the ingredients or the recipes themselves. Those were all hand-picked and put together well beforehand.

[applethief]

If you say so. Mind if I take a closer look, then?

[ rather than wait for a response, marduk just moves forward, brushing past adra. he picks up the first bowl he can find, peering into it and discerning absolutely nothing. ]