We ’re step into the kitchen in today ’s Concept Art Writing Prompt , with a hardworking alien chef . Is he working from a cookery book titled To Serve Man , or just trying to dish out a delicious repast ? And why is that little girl lurk around in the scope ?
This example was created bySylvain Marc , viaThe Art of Animation . This is part of a series of illustrations Marc made for the Gallic children ’s magazine Moi Je Lis , about life aboard a spaceship . If you need further divine guidance , you could seemore example from the series on Marc ’s web log .
After she cleared her home base , Rebinka slipped between the swing out doors into the kitchen . AI Fred was on the fritz lately , and he would n’t even note that she was n’t in xenobiology . Anyway , she figured that any fourth dimension drop with Chef Xigwix should count as xenobio extra reference .
Chef Xigwix did n’t notice her at first ; he was too in use attempt to wedge a can opener into a can of pickled devilfish . Xigwig had arms all the way down his caterpillar body , but his fingerbreadth were little good than toe , and so far no one had bother to manufacture a can opener for Grubling hands .
“ Chef Xigwix ! ” Rebinka holler , causing the can opener to shoot from the surprised Grubling ’s toe - fingers and clatter into a shelf of pots .
“ Rebinka ! ” Xigwix gasped , let the devilfish can thud to the homework table . He whirled aside around and peered at the girl . “ What are you doing in here ? Should n’t you be in class ? ”
Rebinka tap her pencil over the top of her notepad . She ’d determine footage of older newsperson carrying spiral - bound paper notepads , and she ’d publish one off . It had aim everlastingly with all those single sheet of paper . “ I ’m here on behalf of the Tokugawa Tattler . Is that literal Terran devilfish you ’ve got there ? ”
Xigwix began rifling through the ledge of plenty , await for the can opener . “ Not from Terra , but Terra - cloned , yes . Now if you ’ll get out of my villi , I have a spate of work to do for tonight ’s dinner . ” He pull out the can opener and wipe his frontal bone with one of his free arms .
“ What do you say to rumors that you get kickback for buying Eridanian flibberfish mold to look like Terran octopus ? ” Rebinka poise her pencil over her notepad .
“ Do you even experience how to write by hand ? ” Xigwix take .
Rebinka crease her nose as her clapper fleet out of her back talk . “ I learned in motor skill , ” she enjoin .
“ bonny enough , ” Xigwix wave the can opener over the top of the notepad ’s spiral . “ Alright , Miss Motor Skills . If you ’re going to stay in here , you might as well make yourself utile . ” Rebinka accept the can opener and set down her notepad . “ In answer to your question , ” Xigwix say as she comminute the steering wheel around the can ’s lid , “ I would never feed the gang Eridanian flibberfish as homo do n’t digest Eridanian intellectual nourishment abysmally well . And a athirst crew is a peevish gang . ”
Rebinka handed the partially opened can back to Xigwix , who peeled back the lid and dumped the content into a large mixing pipe bowl . “ I do n’t know , ” she say , “ Captain Fred seems pretty tippy most of the time . ”
Xigwix grinned . “ And ideate how much worse he would be if I was feeding him flibberfish . ” He turned his attention to chopping a pile of Green River .
“ What is that ? ” Rebinka asked , pointing to the leaves .
“ Cilantro , ” he enounce . “ Want to taste ? ”
She snag a leaf and set it on her lingua . Almost immediately , she patter it out . “ It tastes like easy lay ! ”
“ Really ? ” He sniffed a leaf and then put it in his own lip . He cocked his head toward Rebinka . “ You do n’t care Chinese parsley . ”
“ No , ” she said , “ I do n’t . ”
“ Why did n’t you tell me ? ”
She shrugged . “ mummy says just to eat everything . ”
Xigwix think for a import , then walk into the kitchen ’s aquiculture true laurel . He returned with a stem from a different plant life . “ Try this . ”
Rebinka accept the leaf , but this time , took the diminutive bite she could contend . She smack her lips , then tried a enceinte bite . She nod . “ This is good . ”
Xigwix propped up all the arms on the side of his body , a motion that give him a comically unbalanced look . “ Rebinka , would you like to total here after class sometimes and give me a mitt with the preparation ? I could use a human clapper in the kitchen . ”
Rebinka stared down at her notebook computer , which was now flecked with bits of devilfish juice . “ Chef Xigwix , do you retrieve cooking is more fun than being a diarist ? ”
Xigwix smile . “ I think preparation is more fun than anything . ”
Mel Chow place us to a very unusual eatery :
Raleigh Claire watches as the Chef struggles to get to the can with three - out - of - many hands , his pointy green olfactory organ turning a inscrutable shade of loss . Finally , he follow , and a nebuliser of purple vapor gush from the opening made by the can - opener , go out a rather obvious stain on the pastel white rampart . Deftly finishing the task , he empties its contents flat onto the ( also pastel white ) countertop .
A smoking , mistily quiver glop of purpleness .. something . She look at the label on the now empty can . Just some random formless blo .. no wait , an devilfish .
She looks at the Chef , and motion with the pencil and notepad in her mitt .
“ Hmm ? ”
On four out of his six legs , the Chef skitters over , and dumps the purple mush on a large hunk of faintly glowing meat in a bubbling saucepan . Raleigh Claire had see the substance since she first arrive at Lepido ’s . For thirteen days and thirteen nights , it had sat in the oven wrapped in aluminium hydrofoil , basking in its pulsate orange Light Within .
And wailed all the way throughout .
“ Tentacle of the T̛h҉ir̕ty͘-Fo̵u͘r͟ , ” the Chef says with a giddy smile . “ tot flavour , limited only by your .. imagery . ”
“ Ah . ”
“ Best not to think too much about it though . You might start recall in the wrong direction and well .. ”
The Chef sniff the atmosphere .
“ Alright ! Special Sauce ’s almost ready ! I ’ll be at the back , now you be a right munchkin and mind the store~ ”
And with that , the Chef lifts the saucepan off the cooking stove with four arms , and skips to the threshold at the back .
“ And commend munchkin , here at Lepido ’s , the good tasting yummies are made from .. ”
“ .. The blood and viscera of screaming inexperienced person ! ”
She giggles .
“ Love munchkin , erotic love ! Not the blood and viscera of the yell innocents ! Geez .. ”
And with that , he walk through the door at the back and it skid shut .
Raleigh Claire whistles as she twiddles her pencil lazily . She does not have to wait long before she understand it . Through the porthole . Floating in the inky void of deep quad .
Their first customers of the day .
The two of them drift towards Lepido ’s , probably carried by the cosmic winds upon their outstretched , leathery fender . Humanoid , save for the wings , extra pair of tree branch and feathery antenna where their head should be .
One of them pink on the porthole . It stare at Raleigh with baleful red eyes imbed upon its chest .
Raleigh smiles a toothy grin , and wave .
It blinks .
A loud noise , a blinding jiffy of red lighting and the two of them are fend within the pastel bloodless wall of Lepido ’s . They turn down their wing behind them , and front about . Their skin is pitch black .
Pencil and notepad in hand , Raleigh Claire run up to the two of them , jumps up and down , and smiles .
“ Hello ! And welcome to Lepido ’s ! May I take your order sirs ? ”
Silence . They calculate down at her with their crimson eyes . She looks back at them , the grinning still on her face . The silence drags on . The niche of her oral fissure start to nip .
Mercifully , one of them breaks the silence .
“ Lepido ’s ? I do not understand . This is indeed the Argent Pontifex ! But .. how .. why .. it was take for granted destroy , float to smithereens by the Holy Empire of Paptimus Pang ! ”
The eyes of the other narrow , as it swirl its antennae .
“ Perhaps it was merely cast adrift , just as we are . ”
The first looks down at Raleigh .
“ Tell us little one . Are there others live upon this ship ? Do other wing of the Elder Ones flit through the sacred corridors of the Argent Pontifex ? ”
Raleigh Claire blinks , wide - eyed , and furrows her forehead .
Erm .. I .. don’t think so . But there ’s the Chef ! I recall he can assist you ! ”
She runs to the room access at the back .
“ Oh Chef ! There ’re some reeaallly nice the great unwashed you ’ll like to meet~ ”
The first follows her , stride quickly to the room access upon slender legs .
“ Indeed . I have heard the .. legends about that ensign . A lilliputian off the rocker .. but nevertheless , arguably the best chef aboard the Argent Pontifex . What secure fortune that we can partake of his cuisine , after roll through the nether for so lon- “
-he stops , for Raleigh Claire had pushed a button , and the door to the back had slid open .
Beyond the door to the back , the room in the back has the same pastel snowy walls . Pastel white walls , stain and smeared a sickly light-green - blue . dark-green - blue , smeared thick , and chunky in a few places .
Greenish - blue , also seeping from the multitude of slashed unresolved cocoons litter about the room , stacked in some corner from floor to ceiling .
The Chef abide in a corner , having just scooped a dollop of the Greenish - Blue out of a still - flicker cocoon . He turns around and see them . He cease . His mouth hangs unfastened . Silence .
The dollop of Greenish - Blue falls into the saucepan with a loud plop .
“ Oh .. fiddlesticks . ”
The last thing they remember is a loud slurp , and the voice of the 2d calling from the way in the front .
“ Mmmm , oh my ! This , this is genuine Tentacle of the T̛h҉ir̕ty͘-Fo̵u͘r͟ ! But just h̷oẁ ͝d̷i͜d h͏ę ́g̕e҉t͞ ̶it , įt͟’͡s ̶s̀up̶po̵s̡e̶d̴ t̡͊ͩ̎̈ͩͪ̍͊̚͏̨̫̙̯̞̺͓͔̭̰͚͞ͅo̼̰͈̻̪̥̘̘̍́ͤ̈́̉̇̐͛̔̑̂̓̊̂ͫ̾̋̽́͘͟͝ ̸̡ͦ̊̉̏ͭ͌͋̒̊̆̚͏̶͏̩̰͍͎̱̘̬̤̞̺͍̦b̸͈͍͚̱̖̟̩͈̪͖̫͖̞̩̼ͭ̉ͩ̂̂ͩ̌͗̇ͣ̈́̂ͮ̊͒͌́́e̵̗͍̫̤̖͖̱̠͎̪̖̺̗̤͎̥̩̐͗ͦ̊̿ͬ̊͂͋͊ͮ̆̅̀͘͘͠ͅ ̸̶̧̰̞̞̲̼̬̪̭̼̼̟͇͎̜̼ͩ̏̀͗͗ͪ̅͂̂̎ͯ́̊c̡̢̩̗̭͖̯͙̮̮̬̻̦͍̫̟ͮ̓̅̽͗̾͌̍̍̔͒ͪ͂͑̉̂ͯ̉̀͜ǒ̟̤͓̤̬͔̓̌ͥ̈̕n̑ͤͭ̇̃͌ͨ͗ͥ̒̋ͧ̚͏̴̛̩͇̘̪̫͍͇͔̜t̵̹̳̞͓̣̝͕̺̙̺̰̝̼̠̘ͭͩ̉̀̅̔ͯ̒̆̽̆̓̍̅̒͟͡r̴̟̬̮̮͚̱̣̬ͧ̌͐̾ͯͣͥͮ̊͘͜͞-̸̛̰͖͈͖͉̞̼̞̣̦̤͈ͥ̋̔͌͛̓̔̀̍̎̈́̈́̍͜͞”̡̿̈ͥ͗͒̑ͮ͐̅ͮͦ̈́ͣͤ͋ͬ̋̀̚҉̙̼̰͕̲̟̹̣̠̟͔͇͢ͅ
The two of them sit under a pink sky , watching it blush and the two moonlight rise . The Chef stick a skewer into a still quivering cocoon , and with all six hands , deftly puff it upon the firepit . Raleigh Claire pokes it with her pencil for abit , before going back to chewing on a rather crispy morsel of wing .
Below them , in a crater fill up with fire , green goddess , cut up hull and other squirm unmentionable , the wreckage of the Argent Pontifex burns .
“ So when ’s it gon na be me ? ”
The Chef looks aside from the roasting cocoon , to see Raleigh Claire stab him with her pencil .
“ Hmm ? ” But he already knows what she means . He render her a light-headed lilliputian smile , and sprain to throw more touchwood upon the firepit .
“ Do n’t worry my little munchkin , do n’t worry , ” he says . “ After all , it ’s a whole universe out there , and I always save the best for last . ”
ChrisWhiteWritesnotes that preparation is n’t just for food :
Too Many James Cook Spoil the Broth
He ’s been taking this human body for the last workweek – he always says something like “ the more hands the merrier , ” or severalize us how “ handy ” it is . It seems to make paying attending that much more unmanageable , when he infix puns into our lesson . “ Many script make light work , ” he ’ll mutter , as though he were talking to himself , as though we do n’t point out him looking around the classroom for some answer ; the same reason he wears that ridiculous hat – hop someone will remark it , that we ’ll strike up a conversation . Never wait up from your note . If he get your optic he ’ll smirk , come walking over for some “ one - on - one time . ”
I look up at the chalkboard , but he mistakes it for a dubiousness . He sidle over , his design clear . “ You see , my dear , the cephalopod are possible the most crucial ingredient . ” He takes my stadium and wooden spoon , pushing me aside . “ Watch and see , small one , watch and learn . I hate it when he aim pontifical during a lecture , the way he patronises us – like we ’re child , falsify up our first fiddling universe . “ Mmmmm … you have to balance out your earth , you need to tot up these stratum to spice it up for the natives . Give them some history ! ”
You need to start off low , originate with childlike proteins in a chemical substance soup . Build up to the ego - replicating agent – he can tell if you cheat , add up more complex vectors before their prison term . He can always tell apart , and the first they ’ll know about it is the sky aflame , a meteorite in haste assemble and sent on a hit course . He wiped out my reptiles last week , made me get over . He takes the spoon in hand and starts excite in the cephalos . I want to put them in a bit later on , wanted to have something unlike to take over from the copycat , even though the syllabus importune that the right order is Fish , Reptiles , Small Mammals , Intelligent Apes , Rodents ( technically just little mammals again . ) After the rodents . That ’s when we ’re tolerate to freestyle .
My fingers itch to get back into the miscellanea , “ I can handle it Professor ! ” I take a firm stand , and reluctantly he steps apart . “ Yes , very well , but do n’t permit me catch you cheating . You know the dough involve to pose for seven days before you’re able to inject intelligence operation . ”
In internetsoftguy ’s write up , the alien has something to dread from this curious little girl :
“ Carajo ! This can wo n’t open up ” said José , a latinamerican illegal alien in the USSA , working as a part time chef in a hipster pizza shop near Brooklyn .
“ Uhm . This cat looks untrusting ” sentiment Kimberly , the undercover pink ranger of the USSA Bureau of Foreign Issues , drawing nigher to look at his weird extraneous - look eight arm .
“ Can I help you with something ” , said Kim , accentuate the second in something for some understanding .
It -for in the place it came from , male person had to prove themselves before given the accolade of being called a hombre- kept attempt to open up the can , smashed it against the parry and look back .
“ What do you want ? ” it say .
“ Where do you follow from , misster … ” she suppose looking at his name tag “ Jossé ? ”
“ San Francísco ” it said , get a bit nervous .
“ Very well . Please come with me misster Jossé , we ’ve got some issue to discourse ” enjoin the little girlfriend , showing him her Bureau ID .
Arizona_Bkr learn us how to prepare alien cuisine :
Sk’ataar was not a masses person , and distance know he did n’t even really seem too comfortable with the idea of someone watching him at piece of work , take notes . His Vrshiishk accent was really thick , and Maya scramble to surveil along .
“ A - get good , eh , what is word , ingredient , ” he suppose , with extra enunciation on the last word . “ Jes , a - get gude ingredients , ‘ coz dat de outset of a gude food , jes ? ”
skilful fixings , she wrote on her notepad .
He started with crude oil from a shakrak ’s kidney , and cut up some tiraks and some djuzu , dumped them in the goat god , and sautéed them .
“ A - keep de vegebles not too , eh , soft , ” he say . “ No like uh , what is Earth vegeble , one I do n’t like , ahnion . Not like ahnions , dat ya require all soft and cooked - like . ”
Tiraks and juzu [ sic ] detain firm , she write .
He started some water and boiled some anzi . After about two minute he turned the water off , drained most of the H2O , and put the anzi in the pan along with a little piece of water . They were pale , soft fiddling polyp that looked like a bizarre compounding of texture of Elmer Reizenstein , and krill or tiny shrinp .
“ Sahm group O ’ de water ya wanna save , ” he said . “ A - don’t keep anzi on de fryin ’ heat too long . A - wanna hev ’em on jahst a second . ”
salve some anzi water , anzi not too retentive on goat god , she write .
He turn the estrus off and scraped the contest of the genus Pan into a bowl . He moved the bowl over the counter .
“ Nowie de spiciness , ” he pronounce , and he shook some chakri , some avark , and just a flyspeck amount of chii on it , and stirred it up . The midget amount of chii made the whole affair move around an affected nuance of blue . It almost looked like it was glowing .
“ Dennie de nub , ” he said , taking the can opener in one of his upper arms and slowly getting the valshrig can open . ( He had eight munition , but they were all far weaker than an average human ’s . )
In the can was foul - smelling white-haired sludge that had once been a two - short ton tentacled beast .
Sk’ataar dropped the gray scoop into the trough with relish , using a ramification to assist little bits stuck to the sides , and then proceed to plump another one in . “ A - pearl ’em in , ” he articulate . “ De valshrik , in de bowl . ”
throw off in pipe bowl , she wrote , now impatiently awaiting further command .
“ Now , a - make shoore : de valshrik , a - tone unspoilt . ”
It did n’t smell effective , but then again , valshrig never did .
“ What do I wait for in valshrig olfaction ? ” she said .
“ I dunno , ya know , a - odour unspoiled . No feeling all , eh , likie dead Pisces the Fishes . ”
She was sort of confused now . impart the option , she would have go bad with drained fish any daylight of the hebdomad .
Valshrig should n’t smell like dead fish , she wrote .
“ A - stir up de stahff in trough , ” he said . “ All de valshrik , all de anzi , all group O ’ de veggie . A - get ’em gude and motley . Mixie , mixie , mixie . Mixie lair even more , jes ? ” He express mirth a fiddling .
The more - or - less authentic Kovachkian - style valshrig - and - anzi was ready . “ Valshrik ready ! ” he cry at an uncomfortable volume . Maya had no idea what her next lesson would be .
Drabbler carry on with the problems of futuristic kitchen regulation :
“ Thirteen hundred dollars ? ” Chef yelled , crumple the tiny pinkish ticket . “ My kitchen is impeccable ! ”
Rita made a show of pretending to glance at her bank bill . “ For crank , there ’s your seafood chef . ”
“ Fergus ? Is this because he ’s a cat ? He has all the necessary permit and licence , and he ’s wearing a terminated solidification of refuge gear , well beyond requirements ! This is just torment ! ”
Rita take a hit . “ Please . This has nothing to do with him being a cat , and you know it . Did you think I would n’t detect he ’s left - handed ? I could have you close down for have a leftie in your kitchen ! ”
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