COOKING SHOW - 11AM PST - BAD END=DEAD END

[idolpro]

[ Your unit-colored kitchen has all the basic necessities for cooking, but strangely, there's no refrigerator. There's just a table full of pebble-sized crystals. . . There are candies available in bins next to the crystals as well.

Though you can technically turn the stove on, you can't actually hurt yourself on it. It's like the flames are illusions. Huh.

Upon entering your unit-colored kitchen, you'll find that you can't see or hear anyone from any other kitchen. You're aware that this whole area is magically sight- and sound-proofed; no other unit will hear or see any conversation you have. ]

Comments

[widenessofthesea]

Yeah, me neither.

Also, not lurid enough for you?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Uh.

[feeling a little disturbed now that she's pointed that out he wasn't]

I mean, it's just some fucking blood, it's not like you're carving their lungs for lunch or something.

[widenessofthesea]

[ don't tell him to ask levity about vore don't tell him to ask levity about vore don't tell him to ask levity about vore—

there's a little amusement, though. ]

Well, it takes all kinds, I suppose. Your lungs are safe around me, though, yes.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[the feeling of being disturbed doesn't go away, exactly, but he kind of--forcibly pushes it aside

also why would you NOT tell him to ask levity about vore]

Good to know. I probably taste like shit anyway.

[widenessofthesea]

...is something troubling you?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

No?

[widenessofthesea]

Well, if you insist.

The discomfort's getting beamed straight into my head, though.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[a little annoyed, though perhaps not as much as one might expect]

Eh, well. I'll remember something to explain whatever's going on with me eventually.

[widenessofthesea]

...that's certainly true. So: godspeed.