Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:




Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!


Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.


[OOC: So very open.]

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Since she was already on the second floor, having come from Dick's room, Annette wandered in. She was really wanting to see if Steerpike or Marco were about - acting strange.

She did not expect to see...a sort of chef guy?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef looked up from where he was fusing with things and grinned. Oh boy, the first hungry patron of the day!

"Velcume-a tu my keetchee!" he said. "Vhet cun I cuuk fur yuoo tudey? Bork Bork Bork!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette put a hand over her mouth, sort of in wonder, and sort of to keep from laughing out loud.

"Surprise me?" It was the best she could come up with under her awe-inspired circumstances.

What the heck was wrong with the second floor common room?

Was this the lunch chef? It couldn't be. She narrowed her eyes, looking closely. "Do...I know you?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"What. the. hell?" Luke stammered as he walked into the common room.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef waved cheerfully at the new guest from behind the kitchenette.

"Velcume-a tu broonch! Vuoold yuoo leeke-a sumetheeng tu iet? Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"I'd like a bork, yes," Luke said, completely confused.

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

"...brunch?" Pam asked as she wandered in and stared. "And what's a bork?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef stretched out his cooking hands to get them all nice and loose. So many nice patrons today!

"A broonch is zee oozeer meel in zee dey, thet yuoo iet vhee yuoo dun't hefe-a teeme-a fur a guud loonch." He gestured around at the kitchenette. "Vuoold yuoo leeke-a a deesh mede-a joost fur yuoo? Bork Bork Bork!"

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

Pam continued to stare. "Can you make muffins?" she finally asked.

[the_merriest]

Rikku wandered into the common room and clapped her hands. "Dude! Dude! You're the bork-bork guy!" She danced around excitedly.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"I em!" said the Danish Chef, puffing up with pride. "I'm fery heppy thet yuoo recugneezed me-a! Bork Bork Bork!"

[the_merriest]

"Can we sing the song? Can we? Can we?" Rikku bounced again. "I don't know the words so I just make 'em up!"

"Yee bor skar mark bor sker bomp, do, ba deska do, yay bore skar bear bore ingar borp BORK BORK BORK!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine stopped into the second floor common room to survey the damage left behind from his Wednesday of crazy.
Not too much damage, but there was a guy singing crazy bork songs. And offering food! He could live with food!
He didn't bother to point out that brunch would have been earlier in the day.
"Any time of day is good time for brunch," he stated with a grin.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef looked up to smile at yet another new visitor to his kitchen.

"Brooch is my febuooreete-a meel ooff zee dey!" he said. "Vuoold yuoo leeke-a sume-a? Bork Bork Bork!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Of course I'd like some," Valentine replied, still grinning. "You can't go wrong with food, really. What have you got?"
For reasons unknown, he felt an odd Muppety kinship with this chef.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet came into the common room.

Robert Goulet paused, alarmed by the presence of so much of his bane, and wondering if there was anything he could do to mess this stuff up more than it already was.

It looked pretty messed up already.

But he was Robert Goulet! Messing stuff up was what he did.

And there were cushions on the couches that could be hurled across the room! A table full of assorted stuff that could be tipped over!

As long as no one came up and ate at him, he could go nuts.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef looked up from where he was cleaning his cakenschmooscher at the sound of cushions being thrown around. He smiled politely at his fellow cupcake-eating insanity victim the man with the very attractive mustache.

"Vell hellu zeere-a! Ere-a yuoo here-a fur zee broonch tuu? Bork Bork Bork!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Whether it was the proximity of food, the inherent power in one who wielded the antidote to low blood sugar or some weird cupcake related synchronicity Robert Goulet heard the chef.

He frowned in puzzlement even as he looked at him warily, absently dumping a half-empty cup of coffee over the TV Guide and pulling the batteries out of the remote controls and stuffing them down the back of the couch.

It was three o'clock. How could it be brunch?

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Free brunch! OH, yeah. If there was food, Sokka was there. Even if the guy cooking it had been infected by the crazy.

"Oh, Chef! Something with meat in it, please."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Sumetheeng veet meet? Ookee-a-dukee-a!" said the Danish Chef, grinning at his newest patron. "Du yuoo leeke-a cheeckee in zee besket? Bork Bork Bork!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka wasn't quite sure what the guy had said. "Sure. Yeah. Sounds great!" he said. As he punched the air emphatically, he hoped he hadn't just agreed to something nasty.

[swerval_zero]

Zero walked into the common room and froze. Okay...the world had gone insane again. "Hamlet?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet waved cheerfully back at Zero, not quite realizing anything was wrong.

"Velcume-a tu broonch! Cun I get yuoo sumetheeng? Bork Bork Bork!" he said, far too happily.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

After Evie had her stuff messed with (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1043781.html?thread=85995845#t85995845) on the Fifth Floor, retrieved her notes, then went back to her room to spread them *all* out to dry, she went in search of food.

Wait. Wasn't that that Hamlet Dane guy who was shirtless on Squid vs. Professor Ares weekend?

"Hello? Are you making tea?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef beamed back at Evie, and patted the kettle, which was still dripping with beet juice.

"Soore-a, I cun meke-a yuoo tea iff yuoo vunt," he offered. "Vhet keend ooff tea du yuoo vunt? Bork Bork Bork!"