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COOKING SHOW - 11AM PST - BAD END=DEAD END
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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...I have a daughter, of sorts. Adopted; her name is Iris. There was a girl she thought of as a sister, called Sam, who was... troubled. She became immortal too young. But she loved that girl, and she wanted to help her... be able to be something other than a monster.
[ a little uncertainty creeps in. ]
Some colleagues of mine used Sam as bait in a plan to kill another vampire, and it resulted in both Sam and that other vampire dying in an ugly way. They didn't tell me until afterward, and it was left to me to tell Iris, while she was searching for Sam, worried about her safety. I didn't know how to tell her, so—I let her have hope for too long, that she might still be out there. The last thing she told Sam was that she'd protect her.
[ an intense, gut-wrenching pang of regret, and sadness—grief? ]
I don't know if my regret is that I should have told her sooner, or that I trusted my colleagues to have a sense of ethics. Or not killing Sam myself, earlier. She was a monster. But that was when Iris lost the last of her hope, I think, and for that I'll be forever sorry.
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...or rather, the good answers would have required me to make some different choices much earlier. I thought... I had taught them better than that.
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That's rough.
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Well—I made my bed, I suppose. So to speak.
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I'd say I didn't really expect you to be a parent, but actually, I can kind of see it.
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...I don't think I ever had any non-adopted children, but that suited me well enough.
Mostly.
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Please annoy Ordine when you can. He's too cagey for his own good.