Of all the sights, delights and spectacles that the Manderville Gold Saucer offered, there was one that stood out as unique even in a venue of women dressed in provocative bustiers and sabotenders in tuxedos. It was a simple enough stage, as stages go--a basic, modular wooden platform with one long table facing front and another adjacent facing towards stage left. There were varied pots, pans, crates, bags and barrels behind these tables, with more cooking instruments sitting on top. The tables were dressed in a simple white cloth. Unremarkable, but for the sign displayed across the front-facing table:
INTENSE PASTA
As a small group of people wandering the Saucer began to slowly arrive out of curiosity, a pair of sun-kissed Miqo'te females arrived. They were dressed in provocative bunny attire as other female employees, but were in one-pieces and bunny ears in a sharp, chocobo yellow. The twins danced in practised ease to an unheard tune as they spoke in tandem to the assembling crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Ruffians and rich! Rogues and revelers!"
"Step forth, step forth, and prepare yourselves for a true experience!"
"The Saucer tempts and teases with lights, sound and splendor..."
"But only here will your sense of taste be tittilated!"
The twins stopped their dance, pausing and throwing their arms forward, backs arching and legs crossed as they both spoke together.
"It's time for...."
A shirtless Miqo'te male sprang up from beneath the table, fist raising a ladle to the ceiling as he roared out like a gladiator.
"INTEEEEENSE PAAASTAAAAAA!!"
The man leapt backwards from the table, spinning his ladle a few turns before looking out over the crowd. His fierce eyes coated all, his smile gleaming to everyone within a few yalms. His deep, brown skin and wiry muscles flexed and presented to all for attention....and then he opened his mouth, his voice echoing out with the vigor of a stage performer.
"Greetings, friends, and welcome to my production! This is no mere game of skill or luck, no spectacle of sport....but it is an invitation. A carpet laid out in welcome to you who would only step forth. An open field awaiting a mapmaker!"
"I speak, of course, of the culinarian journey! I am Snarl, and I am your guide through the land of INTENSE PASTA!!"
The twin dancers flourished, each tossing a handful of confetti as they framed the scene the male chef made.
"My friends, PASTA is the vehicle with which we shall take this journey. My aether to new worlds of sensation," continued Snarl. "If you wish to dine along the Sultanate, or arrive in front of a cozy campfire, or surf the firey waves of the seven hells! I can bring it to you! I can conjure any delight with but a few moments and these fine ingredients."
He whipped his arm forth, ladle pointing out dramatically, a challenging smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Don't believe me? Then come! Step forth! Grant me your wish, and Snarl shall Grant it! PASTA SHALL GRANT IT!'
The twins took up Snarl's pose, fingers scanning forward as they echoed. "Pasta shall grant it!"
INTENSE PASTA
As a small group of people wandering the Saucer began to slowly arrive out of curiosity, a pair of sun-kissed Miqo'te females arrived. They were dressed in provocative bunny attire as other female employees, but were in one-pieces and bunny ears in a sharp, chocobo yellow. The twins danced in practised ease to an unheard tune as they spoke in tandem to the assembling crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Ruffians and rich! Rogues and revelers!"
"Step forth, step forth, and prepare yourselves for a true experience!"
"The Saucer tempts and teases with lights, sound and splendor..."
"But only here will your sense of taste be tittilated!"
The twins stopped their dance, pausing and throwing their arms forward, backs arching and legs crossed as they both spoke together.
"It's time for...."
A shirtless Miqo'te male sprang up from beneath the table, fist raising a ladle to the ceiling as he roared out like a gladiator.
"INTEEEEENSE PAAASTAAAAAA!!"
The man leapt backwards from the table, spinning his ladle a few turns before looking out over the crowd. His fierce eyes coated all, his smile gleaming to everyone within a few yalms. His deep, brown skin and wiry muscles flexed and presented to all for attention....and then he opened his mouth, his voice echoing out with the vigor of a stage performer.
"Greetings, friends, and welcome to my production! This is no mere game of skill or luck, no spectacle of sport....but it is an invitation. A carpet laid out in welcome to you who would only step forth. An open field awaiting a mapmaker!"
"I speak, of course, of the culinarian journey! I am Snarl, and I am your guide through the land of INTENSE PASTA!!"
The twin dancers flourished, each tossing a handful of confetti as they framed the scene the male chef made.
"My friends, PASTA is the vehicle with which we shall take this journey. My aether to new worlds of sensation," continued Snarl. "If you wish to dine along the Sultanate, or arrive in front of a cozy campfire, or surf the firey waves of the seven hells! I can bring it to you! I can conjure any delight with but a few moments and these fine ingredients."
He whipped his arm forth, ladle pointing out dramatically, a challenging smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Don't believe me? Then come! Step forth! Grant me your wish, and Snarl shall Grant it! PASTA SHALL GRANT IT!'
The twins took up Snarl's pose, fingers scanning forward as they echoed. "Pasta shall grant it!"
