escordvi | November open log

Who: Zhao and you

Status: Open

Where: Bopping around everywhere

What: Zhao settling into the corsair life and how one exactly begins a restaurant empire...

Warnings: Zhao's cursing for now

People watching and planning

[On the isle of Eltrut, Zhao is chilling with a beer during a fine afternoon. He seems to be daydreaming, staring off into space, but is also periodically jotting something down in a notebook ~~that he probably stole~~.

He waves if you approach.]

Hey, what's up?

Cat training

[Zhao hadn't had any pets growing up, but as part of running the Liumang, he did run a restaurant with a tiger. It'd been his job to train it when he'd been small. Training a much more manageable feline didn't seem so bad. Plus, who the fuck wouldn't want a cat named Cobrastrike?]

Okay, Cobra. We gotta train your ass if you're going to hang with me. I'm gonna move this barrel and something's going to crawl out, so get ready!

[The brown tomcat looks like he'd been in a few fights, but he lashes his tail. Zhao takes that as an encouraging sign.]

Gallows Humor

[In the quest for getting funds and clout together for a business venture, Zhao knows he's gotta hustle. Even if it means breaking into prison with whoever's been unfortunate enough to be stuck with him.]

So, can't say I've broken into a prison before. You got a plan or are we winging this shit?

Or whatever else you want to plan, Zhao's your man Just hit me up at draculabackwards on plurk if you want to plot!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, I think I met up with a Joshua before.

[Nice way to meet someone with springing people from jail. Also, Zhao's geography outside of Japan and parts of China are pretty shit, but he's never heard of a Valisthea before. So definitely not from around his home.]

I'm here by myself, but maybe someone I'll know will show up eventually. You want a beer?

[ He'd be concerned if he knew Joshua was in jail, really. ]

It's entirely possible you've come across him. Strawberry blonde hair. Blue eyes.

[ Dion nods at the offer. ] Please. I'll get the next round.

Yeah, yeah, I have met him before.

[To be fair, they'd been breaking INTO a jail instead meeting INSIDE a jail. Not that it made it any better. But beers are ordered and Zhao's feeling relaxed, starting to get a good buzz going.]

I swear this is on topic, but what kinda food you enjoy?

[ Dion raises an eyebrow, not entirely sure where he was going with that question. He considers it however, smiling a bit. ]

I'll admit I enjoy a good tarte tatin. [ It's a good, sweet dessert. Quite common really, it would have insulted his step-mother to know such a thing which is not a deterrent. ]

Tarte...? Oh, it's French, yeah, that tracks.

[He knows what a croissant is and he knows what a tart is, so this is some kind of French dessert. He makes a note that he's going to need someone who can make desserts because that's out of his realm of expertise.]

I'm asking because while I'm stuck here, I wanted to see if I could get my own restaurant going.

A worthy endeavour certainly. Unfortunately I couldn't be of much help, aside from peeling potatoes.

[ He is not a cook. That particular skill has never come up for him. ]

Maybe not, but it's good to get an idea of what people like so I can develop a decent menu.

But you, you look more like you'd be fighting and making a name for yourself while you're here. Am I wrong?

Fighting, certainly. [ Dion smiles and takes a drink. ]

I'm not sure about the latter. I've had more than enough limelight for anyone's life, I should think.

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