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genessia2016-08-14 03:39 pm
nofortunateone) wrote in genessia2016-08-14 03:39 pm
8TH BARK | TASTE TESTING | VIDEO/ACTION
[Toby flicks on the screen standing behind what looks like a rustic bar.]
Hey. [He sort of sucks at using these stupid video things and he'll always forget to introduce himself.] I'm about to open a place and we're going to have custom beers.
Before that I need people to come taste them and tell me what they like or don't like about them. [He likes to get straight to the point.]
Address is listed below.
[Without much more to say the video flicks off.]
[OOC: Toby will be at his unopened, unfinished Tavern. For those who come to taste you'll find him standing behind the bar with an annoyed look on his face. There are also a few papers out with menu's listed on them and puns scratched in messy writing next to each item.]
Hey. [He sort of sucks at using these stupid video things and he'll always forget to introduce himself.] I'm about to open a place and we're going to have custom beers.
Before that I need people to come taste them and tell me what they like or don't like about them. [He likes to get straight to the point.]
Address is listed below.
[Without much more to say the video flicks off.]
[OOC: Toby will be at his unopened, unfinished Tavern. For those who come to taste you'll find him standing behind the bar with an annoyed look on his face. There are also a few papers out with menu's listed on them and puns scratched in messy writing next to each item.]
Action
Good because I'm not fully open and only have three choices.
[Of beer anyway, he needs a bartender who can mix drinks because that isn't in Toby's skill set. He lightly places a glass on the counter with what he hoped is a good brew, it's a pale ale with a wheat like honey and bitter taste.]
Here.
Action
[He imbibes slowly yet deeply, sloshing the brew round his mouth and savoring every last hint of flavor for all it's worth. Then he swallows.]
8.5. S'even better than the swill in that joint we met.
[A second smaller sip.]
Love it. Think th'locals will too, 'specially the woodsmen.
Action
[He's joking though he really has no idea how to rate beer. He just knows what he likes and after years of drinking beer figured he'd try something else... like making it.]
We'll eventually have food too.
[Right now he has hotdogs and has been living off of those.]
Action
Think y'can keep summa that rustic Everglade flavor? Genessia diner fare's gettin' old and I'm hot ta branch out.
Action
Tell me how to adjust the taste and I'll figure it out.
[His senses were more refined so he can change things on very subtle levels.]
The food here isn't in question. [Because he learned to cook from his father.]
Action
[Did they even have preservatives in Everglade? Probably not as modern urban men know it. Jake chuckles.]
Any reason it oughta be?
Action
Nope. I'm a good cook.
[He doesn't over sell himself but cooking is the only non destructive talent that Toby considers himself good at. After all, his father had been his teacher.]