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"Listening to others, considering well what they say" (Part 3: Maingate Hotel)
The Maingate Hotel was pretty extravagant, and an entire section of it had been eked out for the crew's use during their stay. They had several suites, three communal areas, a conference room, their own kitchen with a chef on call if they required her.
They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.
Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?
[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]
They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.
Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?
[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]
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Wait, huh? Help out in the kitchen? The archaeologist didn't want to dismiss Davin like Polynta. He refused to. But Daniel didn't think he was going to help his case. He'd probably be responsible for a cake turning out bad.
"I wouldn't mind trying Davin's cakes. You guys do such an amazing job already. I'm sure it'll be far better than what I could do. Easily," Daniel agreed, shooting the Doctor a warning look. He could cook well enough, but Daniel was pretty sure he wasn't anywhere near a seven star level chef. He really didn't want embarrass himself in front of top tier cooks. It was like a teenager playing at painting in front of master artists.
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Davin's expression lingered on polite attentiveness as he listened to them speak, eyes closing as Polynta snorted and mentioned something about, "I warned you."
Davin doesn't much care for Polynta's estimate of his cakes, but he knows she's a snob. For hr faults, she is much more likable than many other chefs in many other kitchens.
"If Doctor and Archaeologist would like, then I will gladly do what is within my means to provide them with what they desire." Another short bow, less concerned this time with appearances as he motions politely for them to follow away from Polynta's active portion of the kitchen. There's a smaller counter and secondary oven next to a refrigeration unit where he's leading them. "Is there any particular kind of cake sirs are interested in? If I haven't heard of it, there is a chance it's still listed in accessible databanks. I am qualified to search within the hotel's network for recipes."
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If he kept track of how often people warned him off things, well! He'd probably be somewhere in the thousands, if he'd bothered to keep count, but that was beside the point -- and anyway, he was much more interested in Davin and whatever cake recipes he had knocking away. Among other things.
The Doctor smiled at Davin, the smile a bit more warm than the one he'd given Polynta. He waited until they had moved into a different part of the kitchen further away from Polynta's end, the Doctor ducking a beautifully carved pipe of some kind running over head and following Davin to what he assumed was a space more comfortable for the clone. While he was at it, he made a point to "happen" to be glancing the other way when Daniel tried to shoot him a warning look. The warning look sailed ineffectively over his shoulder as the Doctor focused on Davin.
"That's fine and all," the Doctor flapped his hand dismissively, "except Daniel here's all rather particular. He likes it unique. Personal, even."
The Doctor clapped a hand on Davin's shoulder, as if he fully intended to turn him right around and introduce him to all sorts of adventures such as cake-baking whatever you wanted and having a few trips here and there across time and space while they were at it. It might possibly even involve running up corridors! Think of that!
"Something from here," the Doctor pointed at his head. "Something only you and you alone can make."
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Maybe the Doctor was right, he wasn't the type to turn his nose up at unique food or new food. That didn't mean he liked to make it all the time, or better yet, play at being a chef, in front of actual chefs. It definitely wasn't going to help Davin's case in front of Polynta about the success of his cakes when all he had was an archaeologist helping him. Knowing how clones were treated so far, all the blame would probably go to Davin if they came out terrible. Polynta obviously didn't think much of it already if the attitude was anything to go by. Daniel had watched Davin out of the corner of his eye when Polytna brushed them off with an implied 'it's your funeral'. Was it him, or did Davin for a second look slightly unhappy?
Daniel followed after the Doctor and Davin, taking a look around at the kitchen. To be honest, he still wasn't that hungry, much less for anything sweet, so he wasn't picky. This was more to see what Davin would come up with if he had some actual encouragement as a living being, not an occasionally faulty appliance. "You've made cakes before, right? Which one is your favorite to make?
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He wasn't sure he wanted to admit that much, but then he smiled at the Doctor, and then Daniel. "Though we're here to serve the guests of this fine hotel, or so I'm often told, and if it's a cake you'd both like, then it's a cake you'll both have! I've been wanting to try making a Boca Negra... do you like chocolate?"
He seemed more animated in a way, almost smiling genuinely, a little less reserved. Come now, fine gentlemen -- speak with the man!
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The Doctor clasped his hands together, only to unclasp them and settle for clapping Davin on the shoulder, all broad smiles. "Chocolate? Love the stuff! Can't get enough of it! Weakness of mine," he lowered his voice in something that could hardly call itself a whisper. "Boca Negra sounds lovely, Davin. Very extremely lovely."
As delicious as Boca Negra sounded, the Doctor was rather more interested in the changes he was already seeing in Davin. The clone was perking up, less Polynta's seven stars and more himself.
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Daniel was pleased to find that Davin seemed to be opening up once he was out of range from Polynta's hovering. He seemed to have dropped the silent, subservient act some too, which Daniel was grateful for. Just as he thought, all this talk as if the clones were practically mindless, programmable bodies for labor was just propaganda. Davin obviously had his own personality, his own life, once someone actually gave him a chance.
He could see immediately what the Doctor was doing. This wasn't just about cakes or pies. It hadn't been since they walked in. Daniel joined him.
"I love pies too. Pumpkin pie and sweet potato are some of the best. What kind do you like to make?"