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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. ]

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Today, you are making Salmon Quinoa! You will need the following ingredients:

Quinoa (1 salty, 2 savory)
Tomatoes (1 sweet, 1 sour, 1 savory)
Salmon (1 salty, 2 savory)
OPTIONAL: Cilantro (1 sour, 2 bitter)
OPTIONAL: Cucumber (2 sweet, 1 bitter)

(Optional ingredients are there in case people show up late—they will otherwise not affect your score.)

Total Required (not including optional):

1 Sweet (happiness/excitement)
1 Sour (embarrassment/shame)
2 Salty (sadness/regret)
0 Bitter (anger/bitterness)
5 Savory (adrenaline/fear)

On the tables are pebble-sized crystals. Hold a handful of the crystals and share your memory (through talking or memoryshare candies) and the crystals will turn into that food!

Characters are aware that the cooking process will be done with guidance, so all they need to worry about are the ingredients. Tasteless ingredients such as flour and cornstarch will be provided for them, so those ingredients are not listed.

There are no rounds, nor any discussion headers. Please make a toplevel with every new memory/memory discussion. At 4 hours, please turn in the survey.

For every shared memory, please give a 1-4 for how open they were about it, with 1 being cagey as fuck and 4 being as open as they could be:

# of candies consumed:

For every unitmate, please give a 1-3 for how much they learned about them/how much they were affected by this new knowledge, with 1 being a little/unsurprising and 3 being a lot/shocking:

...ah. So there's the other shoe dropping.

This seems like an excessively bad idea for all of us, actually.

[he starts talking, then stops to grab crystals before continuing because he forgot to do it before starting, and then he finishes sharing the whole memory]

Nothing weird. I was in the army -- I mean, it was from when I was in the army, I guess. And then I saw--

[he stops talking briefly, and there's a short burst of frustration before he continues]

--my friend walking in front of me. And, uh, I guess we had a fucking bet going or something, that she'd be able to catch me sneaking up on her. Which she did not. And...then we just walked for a bit and talked about stuff. Like, news from back home, who's sleeping with who, that shit.

[there's a rising sense of fondness as he talks about this, and it continues growing as he continues]

We talked about my sister, a bit. She sent my sister a book to check out and Dove really liked it. We were talking about it, or we were going to talk about it, because she's a big fucking nerd, but then--

[the fondness/happiness kind of dies off, replaced by uncertainty and unease]

--an alarm sounded, and we both ran off to find our fangs. So I guess there was an actual war going on back then, too. And, uh. That's it.

I suppose—if we are speaking of regrets—

...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.

Well, I think everyone but Valor was around to remember this one, but since we're doing get-to-know-you, in a way, in one of the first games I got called up for while I was here...

...we were called upon to raise young candidates for a nation's throne. That part is mostly immaterial, but ours learned some of our unit abilities, and during a twist wherein we were all locked in a jail cell, had to be convinced to stop emotionally inducing us to try and kill her—except then she just switched to amplifying everyone's emotions of love instead...

[ at least she can talk about it somewhat levelly, but there's still a sort of knot of tension and anxiety there.

also embarrassment. fear is embarrassing. horrible. ]

...which it turns out, I—take somewhat poorly to. I react very badly to compulsion but most of all compulsion toward positive feelings, and at the time I didn't know why or that I'd react that badly. Which is to say I... well, probably would have attempted to attack people around me had Aria not restrained me, meaning I just tried to tear their throat out.

Oh, are we doing this?

...Remember that time that chick fucked up my shoulder? I think that was when I found out that I've fucking killed people. Also, I found out that I've been here before.

[some mixed emotions--confusion, unease, mostly annoyance]

Anyway, that fucking hurt.

Raise your hand if you, too, felt somewhat embarrassed a few minutes ago at the prospect of someone else feeling your emotions in realtime, despite being among unitmates who you trust in varying degrees.

[ and she is in fact phrasing it that way to invoke the little twinge of embarrassment at having anything to be embarrassed about. recursive embarrassment. ]

The first memory I received here, in fact, was—well, I mentioned I burned down a building, but specifically it was a boarding school where orphaned or questionably-acquired children had been kept by a number of monsters—well, monsters like myself, specifically.

[ a little rush of adrenaline at remembering that— ]

I had to fight my way out after evacuating the children. Locked a lot of the staff inside, but one of them got after me, and was a decent combatant—got my shit kicked in a bit, there, as the kids say, I think. One of the girls from the orphanage saved me from a second death by coming to assist, but it was a very near thing.

...but, still, that's the kind of work I'm proud of. Though, that's not really what I'd call killing people, though. That was earlier.

[ You made a Simple Omelet! While it isn't 10000% perfect, it's also full of heart and emotion; ultimately, it's a little on the sweet side—it could definitely stand to be a little more sour—and but importantly, it gets you a 62/10 score!

. . . That's not how scores work but whatever!

You can head to endgame, though maybe some of you might be coming back for an encore. You can take some of your food with you as you go! ]

Edited 2021-08-09 00:23 (UTC)

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INSTRUCTIONS & RECIPE

TURN-IN

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memory share - sweet

memory share - salty

memory share - savory

memory share - savory

memory share - sour

memory share - savory

RESULTS