Food fi yuh rass.

[cantacquityou]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Geoffrey Chaucer, Phoenix Wright (And Veritas)
What: West Indian-themed dinner party. No ganja involved.
When: Saturday, March 3rd,
Where: Room 502, Miles Edgeworth's room
Rating: Spicy Somewhat safe. Let's hope it stays that way. Semi-casual.
 

Ever since Phoenix's unfortunate fall which incapacitated him for two weeks, Phoenix and Edgeworht had spontaneously developed a weekly (and at times, bi-weekly) pattern of having a themed dinner event, taking place in Edgeworth's room, in which all foods and decor would be based upon, or otherwise influecned by, a selected country or region. Tonight is Caribbean Night.

Edgewrth had only been to Jamaica once and totally not because he has a Jamaican mun and even then, was only there for a day. He enlisted the help of a few West Indian acquaintances, and wished up a grand number of food items. In order to reflect the multiethnic diversity of the English-speaking Caribbean countries, he requested foods common in the Anglo Caribbean countries such as Jamaica, Trinidad and Tobago, Guyana, St. Lucia, and others.

In due time, the castle's ghosts prepared a feast far surpassing the stomach capacity of three (or four) individuals. Upon a large, sand-sprinkled table littered with seashells, there lay three bowls of curried channa and potatoes, goat and shrimp; jerk chicken; slightly sweet fesitval with delicately spongy breaded insides; oxtail; rice and peas; a medium-sized bowl of piping, yellow dhal puree; three, large roti folded into quarters; ackee and saltfish; there was also a bowl of cut fruit including mangoes, otaheite apple, june plum, and others.

As for the condiments, there were three, small glass bowls with a spicy-sweet tamarind sauce, mango chutney, and guava jam. At the right side of the table, there were the beverages: Sorrel, with potent hints of ginger, Ting, and thick, soursop juice.

AND BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO TYPE THIS  PARAGRAPH AGAIN DSAFLKJHSDFJKH 
The decor is as follows: Animated beach wallpaper to give the feel of actually being on a beach. Smells of the sea. Music playing in the background, including steel pans, reggae, soca, chutney music. A large, flat-screen television playing carnival scenes with flamboyantly costumed 'limers', sequined, scantily-clad beauties flailing around to soca music and large floats. Damn it.


Food references: Festival, ackee and saltfish, roti, curried channa and potatoes, Ugh I had links before but don't give a crap anymore find pictures yourselves :/. 


 

 

Comments

[cantacquityou]

Yes, he does.

[thetrudger]

[An amused smile.] Do tell. Is it quite scandalous?

[takethat]

It isn't true, Geoff, don't listen...

[cantacquityou]

Oh, indeed. I know all about it. Don't I...Feenie~?

[thetrudger]

[He raises his eyebrows, glancing at Phoenix.]

Are you going to share?

[cantacquityou]

[Crisis averted]

[takethat]

Do not call me "Feenie"...

...and no, I'm not sharing!!

[cantacquityou]

...Fine, fine. I say, the lad is embarrassed by me, now.

[thetrudger]

Ah, yes. I'm afraid we'll have to listen to your story, then.

[cantacquityou]

[He sighs.]



Very well, then...



...





...Once upon a time...

[thetrudger]

[His expression is bemused as he puts his chin in his hands, waiting patiently for the story to continue.]

[cantacquityou]

...there was a young, idiotic commercial print model named, 'Takeshi'. Now, mind you, this was when I was living in Germany. He was German of Japanese descent, and rather fascinated with Law...

[takethat]

...







[Wait. There's really a story?

...Phoenix wants to sink into the background forever now.]

[cantacquityou]

Anyway, he was a rather handsome, young fellow, being a model, as such. He was also a few years my senior. On the other hand, however, he had more experience with women than men. I do believe I was his first in regards to-...
Uhm... Anyway, one, particularly hot-and-heavy evening, while running an experiment of his, he thought it would be a splendid idea to undo my cravat with his teeth...










...

I then accidentally kneed him in the groin.

...The End.

[thetrudger]

[Geoff grins, holding back his laughter.]

I suppose that ruined the mood, eh?

[takethat]

[Phoenix is now convinced that this is the night upon which he will die, and he shoots Geoff a dirty look for egging this on...



He has no words for this, but the mental image isn't going away anytime soon.]

[cantacquityou]

That's quite possible.

[thetrudger]

[Ignoring that look.]

I am curious as to how the fellow responded. Did he yell? Throw you out? Continue?

[cantacquityou]

Well, he doubled over in pain, as any normal, human male would. I say, it serves the fellow right for defiling my cravat...



...We then continued. That was after he recovered from debilitating pain... and I, from uncontrollable laughter.

[takethat]

Edgeworth, I--






[Phoenix is feeling a great many things at this point--particularly a strange sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he can't label. Whatever it is, it's making him nauseous.]

--I think that's probably enough storytelling, huh? Geoff, you think??

[cantacquityou]

...You asked for it.

[thetrudger]

[He squints at Phoenix, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.]

What's wrong? You were keen on the stories only a moment ago.

[cantacquityou]

Indeed, Mr. Wright. What changed your mind?

[takethat]

[Since he can't possibly even answer that question for himself, he just stares back at both of them.







Silently.







And starts inching for the door.]

[cantacquityou]

[Grinning. So. Hard.]