( taraji p henson, 131, non-binary, they/them ) β Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, youβll find that KHADIJAH JAMES is a a/n CHEF that works in SECTOR 2. According to the file, theyβre a mutant with the power of FOOD HEALING + CULINARY MASTERY. That must be why theyβre PHILANTHROPIC and REACTIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of recipes passed down generations, an authority in the kitchen, a knack for serving something just right, a reputation known far and wide. They are affiliated with NOBODY.
3 negative traits: bitter, reactive, over emotional
questionnaire:
how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?
coming from humble beginnings in the small town of houston, texas; khadijah has come to appreciate and admire the beauty of sol city. though, its underbelly leaves an awful taste in their mouth. a now permanent fixture, khadijah has seen and heard more than they'd like. but what can they do when they've got a city to feed?!
do they trust the councilβs leadership? why or why not?
it's a βyou scratch my back, I scratch yoursβ kind of relationship. khadijah caters to the council's dietary needs/requests and they leave them the hell ALONE.
if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didnβt, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?
it was chosen. khadijah loves to cook and is damn good at it. besides, most of these people wouldn't know a good seasoning if it hit them with a 2Γ4!!!
whatβs one object that they always keep on their person?
their chef's jacket
(mutant only section)
what is your characterβs ability (or abilities)? culinary mastery + food healing
are they gen i or gen ii? gen i
what can your character do? what are their strengths? khadijah is a culinary prodigy, able to create dishes with ease; regardless of ingredients and their availability. heals people with their cooking.
what canβt they do? what are their weaknesses? depending on the method, it can take them anywhere from a week to months to pick up new skills. also, grave injuries require finer ingredients and have longer prep times for their meals to take effect.
is there anything else youβd like to specify about them? they're a southern baddie with a damn good palette!!!
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"Very funny," he said, rolling his eyes. "You really get off kicking people when they're down, don't you? And people call me a sadist." Alvie's hand slides down the door frame. He gives up the idea of entry, instead stuffing his hand into his jacket pocket. "A few months ago, I was buried alive," he said, defensively. "Most people would think the fact I have a job is nothing short of a miracle. Not Khadi." The white cardboard of a cigarette box shines in his hand. He pops the lid, pushing up one of his smokes. The vampire pauses for a beat, looking up at the chef with a growing smile. "That's why I like you."
βI tend to beβtime to time.β answered khadijah smugly, happy to see alvaro's eyes roll into the back of his stupid, little head. βI'm just calling it like I see it. if you can't handle to the truth, work hard until it ain't one.β they remarked, offering the vampire a sound of piece of advice. though, they doubt he'd even take it. because alvaro hated anything that evolved him from a boy to a man. βmhmm.β hummed khadijah sarcastically, recalling how they first met. alvie, down on his luck with a malnourished child in tow. fast forward a few months and the optics are like day and night. βI just put you to work, that's all.β it isn't. far from it. but they don't like to brag. βput that out before you come inβain't gonna have my house smellling like nicotine.β
Mo found himself traveling once again to khadi's place. The waff of food and coffee made the moth's stomach rumble like a thunderstorm. However unlike las time, Mo was dressed less like a bundled moth and more like a surfer lost on his way to amuscle beach. Still the moment he saw the cloth hankerchief, they began to eat into it. The moth was so invested hey didn't nottice khadi, they quickly slowed and faced the other with a small smile.
"Didn't see you there?" Mo said quickly hiding the bitten hankerchief.
βI've seen just about everything a person can in this life and even this isββ khadijah soon trailed off, hands waving in the air to hint at the absurdity of mo eating their good linen cloths. was the poor man starving himself or something? nevertheless, they were willing to set the issue aside in lieu of good service and a gentle smile. β now before you eat all my linens, what can I get you? hopefully something that'll quiet the thunderstorm in your stomach.β
"Okay," he sighed. His confession felt glued to the insides of his mouth like strings of popped bubblegum. "Alright, there's a certain zombie who thought it'd be funny to uninvite me from my own home." Alvie rolls his eyes, but there's no real malice in it. His baby sister has him wrapped around her blue-green, stitched finger. "Wait, before you slam the door in my face!" he said. "I've been working on myself. I won't even twitch if you have a papercut, I have credits to my name...and I've learned how to make omelets?"
βyour home? since when do you pay the bills around here?β questioned khadijah with a humored smirk. reminded of just how mischievous a first grader could be; especially in the place she calls home. and there is some form of entertainment in watching alvaro grovel as an invisible force field keeps the permanently immature vampire at bay. he'll never grow up. might as well call him peter pan or whatever the spanish version of it is. βkeep it up and my neighbors are going to think I have a sniveling husband who's always in the doghouse. and those lousy credits can't even buy rosita a bag of sour candies.β khadijah won't even comment on the omelets. alvie knows he's not allowed in the kitchen without supervision.
"the first break i'm able to give... you know you'll be the first to know." if it's not one thing, it's another. if it's not a lack of food-related opportunities... it's an overabundance. that's putting it lightly. "just be sure to tell me if you need extra help. i'll be able to squeeze something out somewhere."
βI appreciate that, eli.β smiled khadijah with a hand placed firmly on their wide and curvaceous hips. the curfew hadn't been too much for the famed chef to handle. though, they do miss the extra income that follows their dinner and late night shifts. βsounds like you want me to put you to work. or is this just a competitive spirit you have?β
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"What do I want? Khadi, Khadi, Khadi..." he said. Alvie leaned against the doorframe, an invisible wall banishing him to the front steps. "Can't I just be happy to see you?" he said, biting his lip. It was true, but also left out the very important detail of accidentally getting uninvited from his own home. That was little sisters, for you.
khadijah is this close to shutting the door on his handsome but STUPID face. the chef inwardly counting down from ten in order to calm themselves. βjust is not a state of mind for you. you always want moreβneed it in fact.β they pointed out in an authoritative tone. and judging by the mischievous look on his face, they are right on the money. βso which boyfriend kicked you out of their bed tonight?β or rather, khadijah's morning.
"Being on-call is the second best thing that's ever happened to me," he said. A massive grin of sharp teeth is stretched from pointy ear to pointy ear. "The first best thing was eating at your restaurant," he said. He's laying it on thick, but his crush on Khadijah just won't quit. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.
good lawd, what trouble has this fool gotten himself into now? is the first question that pops into their brain. alvaro's deposition a bit too sunny for the chef's liking. khadijah so accustomed to alvie's twisted sense of melancholy that any exhibited signs of common sense seem glaring. βyou were all skins and bones then. stress llike a permanent setting in your eyes. now look at ya, buttering me up. tell me what you want and I'll consider it.β
βworking two out of three shifts, I might add.β chuckles the gentle hearted and no nonsense chef. khadijah happy to fill the hungry stomachs of those who needed it. even with a curfew in place. βfor the most part. and if not, brom's got me covered. how are you faring?β
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"You're a life saver." Alina takes a sip of the hot stew. Already she can feel as it begins to ease the tension in her newly sprained ankle, courtesy of a patch of ice that had quickly been reduced to a puddle in her anger. "I may not be allowed to work in my usual profession thanks to snow-mageddon, but that doesn't mean I don't want to keep up with my routines."
βso they tell me.β chuckled khadijah with a wry grin, watching as alina enjoyed her stew. with the upcoming rations, these small luxuries would be few and far in between until the storm passed. though, the people currently stationed in the restaurant were fortunate to have a chef talented enough to make just about anything delectable. βif you're strong, you're more than welcome to work security here. the more eyes we have the better.β they suggested, arms folded across their chest. khadijah aware how dire circumstances could bring out the worst in people. and as a longtime veteran of the apocalypse, they weren't taking chances.
Mo went inside, like the cold and almost lifeless moth he was on the inside. Once the queen of monsters, now a hungry humanoid. Mo politely nodded his head maybe hoping for something-anything sweet. Mo flopped on the counter.
"Khadi......" Mo muttered beneath multiple layers. "Please tell me you have some sugar cubes."
the restaurant had become an oasis of sorts for those residing or trapped in sector two. the winter storm's harsh winds and bitter chill having no effect on it, thanks to the building's brick enforced walls. not to mention the specially crafted heaters gifted to khadijah in order to keep the eatery running. so when the doctor entered in what could only be described as a cocooned defense, they merely raised a brow upon sight. βsugar alone won't keep you full. how about a hot chocolate while I fix you something nice?β responded khadijah with a snort.
"hold on, i've got it in here... you know what? forget it. you know who i'm here for, don't you? the old fuck. making me pick up dinner orders now, too."
a playful snort somehow manages to escape past their lips. khadijah nodding in affirmation while preparing seth's to go order. honestly, what would that salt and peppered fool do without them? die, probably. βif I were you, I'd asked for a pay raise. given the weather hazard.β snickers the famed chef, well aware of what a CHEAPskate seth wss.
Itβs with a labored grunt that Brom places the last cooler on top of the stack, giving the structure a challenging tap to make sure itβs not going to fall over. Itβs impressive how the cold eats at his strength: moving coolers of meat isnβt normally this tiring. βIβm sorry, Khadijah. I did what I could with this, but itβs not anything like the quality of your regular cuts.β
the winter storm had taken everyone by surprise. the denizens of sol city far too accustomed with the heat and humidity to ever adjust to freezing temperatures. but if there was person who could make a way out of the impossible: it was khadijah james. the famed chef busy with their inventory ( frozen meats included ) as they continued to bunker down in the spacious restaurant. and oddly enough, they weren't the only ones. βwe're in an ice fucking age. I don't expect you at your best.β the brunette teases, holding back at laugh as rosita waddles around like a marshmallow, bundled from head to toe.
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"you're certainly blessed, but i would think you'd be hard pressed to find someone who doesn't love your cooking." even the most ascetic individual would break under just one taste of what they have to offer. well-equipped in the kitchen himself, eli knows he can't help but pale in comparison to their own unique abilities. "but i will say, i never enjoy it quite as much as i do mornings like these." the soup, that is to say, is well in order.
βI won't argue you with there.β surrended khadijah with a chuckle. cognizant that their establishment was one of the rare few that saw frequent patronage out of desire instead dreaded necessity. people came here to have not only their stomachs filled but their hearts as well. and khadijah made sure to do just that. βI'm good to my customers and in return, they're good to me. equivalent exchange.β adds the personable chef, eyeing the steady crowd that continued to flock in. mornings were far more relaxed compared to afternoons and evenings. hence khadijah's insistence of manning the shift themselves. their kids could handle the other two. βas long as you keep coming, the food will be here.β
"i still don't know how you do it." resource-wise, of course. he's fully aware that they're a cut above even the above-average as far as their skill-set does it. even so... "you're incredible. nobody in the world could cook like you can."
βon a wing and a prayer.β laughs khadijah, referencing a song from long ago. a tune only those from the previous generation would recognize. truth is, it hasn't been easy. starting over scratch, building an empire that somehow thrives in a post apocalyptic world. and yet, somehow they manage, taking the path less traveled. βI'm just blessed to have people love my cooking.β khadijah smiles, sliding over a hangover stew. a specialty to those who frequent the bearded lady.
