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

Re: memory share - sweet

[widenessofthesea]

...I suppose at least that's not a bad first one to start off with. I didn't really expect you to be military.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Yeah, I'm wondering how that fucking happened, too. And who decided I should be a fucking lieutenant.

[widenessofthesea]

[ amused: ]

Hidden depths, perhaps...

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Oh, fuck no. Pretty sure someone screwed up there.

[widenessofthesea]

[ contemplative: ]

...Desperate times, then?

You don't seem like you'd get promoted via nepotism, anyway.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Who knows? Though if my dad was a general or some shit, that'd probably explain it.

[widenessofthesea]

A career not of your own choosing, then.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[shrugs]

It happens. There're a lotta reasons a guy could end up in the army.

[widenessofthesea]

So it goes, I suppose. It seems like the company was good, at least.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[brightening up at the mention of his frand]

Yep, sure did.

[widenessofthesea]

...well. Hopefully there'll be more of that, then.