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COOKING SHOW - 5PM PST - Heart Soldier Senshi
[ 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. ]
Re: Savory
[Something very tired, layered underneath a sick sort of dread]
Re: Savory
[It isn't funny at all, is it?
[She's not surprised to know he's tired of it. So is she. So is she.]
Re: Savory
[Something almost wistful, as though recalling a fond memory]
...we better get going on this one, though, if we wanna get through everything.
Re: Savory
[Is it better to be matter-of-fact about this, or at least to give the appearance of it? She hopes that at least it's not making things worse.]
Re: Savory
[Nervous, and tense, and uncertain; but he's started to relax just slightly, since she hasn't judged too harshly yet]
Re: Savory
[She eats the candy. She closes her eyes and waits.]
Re: Savory
[And then comes the ingredient itself: the sharp, pulse-pounding terror of a child alone and in way, way over his head]
Re: Savory
[A prayer's the last thing she should be reaching for. And yet, Alisaie clutches her gods to her.
[The truly sickening thing is how familiar the pattern feels.]
Re: Savory
[He is working on getting the residual fear under control, please hold,]
Re: Savory
I'm sorry. No child should have to endure such horrors.
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
[He's mostly got the fear tamped down on, which is probably good? But there's some regret in there now that it's gone]
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
[Another twinge of regret, stronger than before]
...was what it was, I guess.
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
[That same regret again, and something deeper than that, something very like a resigned kind of grief]
Re: Savory
[It's automatic.
[It feels ever so small and useless. Every inch the platitude it's always been.]
So... even if they let you leave, you'd have nowhere else to go?
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
[ swallows, but before he even realizes what he's doing he's teaching to grab onto Hurricane and hug him tight, as if still lost in that lingering sunset where the other as a child is pretty crying all alone.
Not alone. ]
Re: Savory
[Actually]
[He did not expect that]
[But you know what? Going to hold onto him, hugs are very good,]
Re: Savory
Re: Savory
[Finally, at length:]
...sorry, dude.