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01 January 2018 @ 02:58 pm
_Cooking Hot_ part 8  


The list totaled up . . . impressively. And was returned promptly with a signed authorization order and a payment code.

Ebsa got out his comp and started making calls from it.

"Souvenir Specialties. How may I help you?" A female voice full of forced good cheer.

"I need a large order delivered in ten days. Do you have those 12 centimeter unicorn plates in stock?"

"Oh yes. How many do you need?"

"Ten thousand."

"Ten . . . thousand . . . " Faked cheer replaced by genuine bogglement. "Let me check . . . "

A long silence . . .

Then a male voice. "You actually want ten thousand of the One Damned things? I can throw them on the truck and deliver them to you today if you're anywhere near the corridor network."

"Yes, sir. I need them delivered to the Empire's embassy on the Embassy World. If your truck won't fit through a gate . . . " Ebsa paused at the choking sound, then decided to just keep going. "I can give you a Gate City address."

"I can drive a gate." He sounded breathless. "But . . . authorizations and stuff . . . isn't there a lot of security?"

Ebsa started tapping at his comp. "Do you know the license of your truck? Right. I'm sending you the pass, follow the delivery signs to the security gate and they'll have your data already. If you've never driven a gate, ask them for a driver."

I thought that would be the hard part! So, what do I need next, oh a means to cook everything. Right, and some idea of where we're doing this and how much space we'll need.

He glanced toward the kitchen. That grill is a bit undersized . . . except . . . if I cut the meat up into medium to small bites . . . I can cook sixty "bites" at a time. I'll need a hot buffet and a work table. I suspect people would appreciate chairs and tables . . . Table clothes, paper or plastic, so we just toss them periodically . . .

He got on the comp and ordered the paper and plastic goods.

Called three groceries back home and put in orders enough ahead of time that they'd have everything he needed . . .

Called it a day and went in search of Paer.

". . . so we shift the skin gradually as all the skin cells divide as we've told them." A gorgeous middle-aged woman was talking to Paer and three other young women. "So we avoid both scarring and adhesions."

Ebsa hung back, not interrupting.

"Fortunately we don't have much deep muscle charring, and only two patients with serious eye damage. This young man, the damage was severe enough that to recover fully it is necessary for him to regrow the entire eye, while we repair the eye socket and . . . "

Ebsa fled.

Decide to take a walk and familiarize himself with the city . . . well, small town . . . with skyscrapers.

Dr. Coffee's trio of children were out, the youngest girl galloping around the planetary orbits, Epic was circling the fountain, balancing on the edge of the pool. The older girl was posing on the far side, trying to look cool while her robo cam flew around taking her picture.

I wonder which sibling gets pushed into the pool when Epic get around to this side?

Ebsa looked back at the nearest embassy building. Arbolian. A big blank square, just a high wide arch on the side face the plaza, and giving a glimpse of a sunlit inner courtyard. Then around the corner and on the opposite side of the plaza from the Oner Embassy, the Earth Embassy.

Ebsa paused and eyed it. Thirty floors of plain glass, but steel accents rose from around the entry, spreading out with square cornered branches in a stylistic tree.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Ebsa turned to find the elevator man behind him.

"Yes. Artistic. It turned a plain building into something very striking."

The man nodded. "You should come out at night, the building's lights turn it into a silhouette." He paused. "What . . . was going on with that group, last night?"

"Just old friends and companions getting together. We were about half of Ajha's Helios Hunting Team for, oh, over two years, before we finally had to admit that anyone we couldn't find was probably dead."

"Slim pickings at the end?" He looked genuinely curious, so Ebsa nodded.

"And they were hunting for us, by then. Which was quite handy; they got all the remaining kidnapped women together as bait. I won't say it made it easy to rescue them, but one large effort and done." Ebsa shrugged. "We kept searching, but that was the last rescue."

The man hunched his shoulders. "I'm Asnu. Call me Good."

"Ebsa. I have managed to shed all my childhood nicknames. Although I kind of miss being called Kitchen." He eyed the man. "So you're working for the Ministry?”

"Sort of. I just graduated. I've got applications out to six law schools and Father said an internship here would look good."

"Unpaid flunky?"

"You got it."

Ebsa grinned. "You should write up a paper on this first mass culture clash, with special notes about cross-dimensional legal issues."

"Legal? Here? It's pretty much what Xen Wolfson says."

"Umm, ramifications of an ultra simple legal system under an effective tyrant?"

That got him a boggled look.

"I really don't think that's the sort of thing one writes up in law school."

Ebsa shrugged. "I wouldn't know . . . do you really like law practice?"

A deep sigh. "I don't know. It's interesting . . . but am I going to wind up doing the interesting stuff or low level writing contracts and so forth?"

Ebsa grinned, and turned north. "We should go ask if there's any written compendium of laws for non-embassy portions of Embassy World."

Good looked up at the blocky black Disco building. "You have got to be kidding me. Just the building alone is scary."

"Dare you."

Running footsteps. All three of Coffee's kids.

"I'll do it. I'm not scared." Epic glanced at the black heap and firmed his lips.

His sister sniffed. "I heard it was just a spell."

The youngest edged closer and grabbed her brother's hand. "I'll go in too."

Wait. I was just . . . Oh what the hell. I'm curious and it's just a spell.

(Anonymous) on January 1st, 2018 09:42 pm (UTC)
Xen, Ra'd and Nighthawk
Has Xen not tried to get more information through Ra'd possibly with Nighthawk asking yet? Urfa has used Rael that way on Xen often enough that surely turn about would be fair play. Then of course Ra'd can pass on to Urfa how freaked Xen is about this.
Since Ashe works for them, how are you going to get the Council to freak out about this? And how about the One? Is Emre going to take a day off of being the hub of the perversion (Ra'd opinion) to enjoy the fair and meet his great grandkids?
muirecan: Withersmuirecan on January 2nd, 2018 12:10 am (UTC)
RE: Xen, Ra'd and Nighthawk
I don’t think Xen realizes yet that Ebsa is the cook at the middle of the empire team. Now after this visit to Disco he probably will. But I don’t believe Xen realizes yet that this whole thing started as an attempt by the Ambassador to steal Ebsa as a cook. Now everyone else who knows the underlying dynamic is either amused or boggled.

Edited at 2018-01-02 12:11 am (UTC)
(Anonymous) on January 1st, 2018 09:49 pm (UTC)
Instead of cooking everything inside the embassy then trying to keep it warm while running it out to the square, how about Ebsa getting XD to drop a kitchen squishy in the square for him to use for the contest. Also a nice one in the eye for the ministry chef for daring to try to insult The Chef.
Joe Wojo Jrwojorider on January 1st, 2018 10:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Kitchen
like this idea of dropping a squishy here.
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on January 2nd, 2018 12:13 am (UTC)
Why not use a bubble and do the work in advance?
Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on January 2nd, 2018 12:16 am (UTC)
The legal stuff for Embassy reminded me of David D Friedman's
Legal Systems Very Different From Ours

Now a draft book on his site.