COOKING SHOW - 5PM PST - avante en garde

[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: Sweet!

[daios]

[A little surprise and some disappointment, since that means she wouldn't know about his daughter now.]

Ah, yes it seems. She was very young, though. Had to be less than ten.

..... I am somewhat worried that something might have happened to her, if I am honest.

Re: Sweet!

[worthathousand]

I... don't think you lived in Sange Village, usually.

[ sympathy layered with grief; she hardly needs to explain the implications ]

Re: Sweet!

[daios]

[He frowns, feeling guilt again. Of all of the people here, he should not be expressing his worry to her, right? Still, he wonders if his daughter had anything to do with that massacre.]

Ah.

.... I'm sorry.

Re: Sweet!

[worthathousand]

[ She shakes her head, briefly ashamed. ]

That— ah. I only mean... I hope she is still alive, and safe. And there is reason to hope for such a thing.

From your description, she sounds bright, and bold.

Re: Sweet!

[daios]

[He nods, but he won't bring it up again.]

R-right. I am sure...

1/2

[worthathousand]

Yes. Perhaps you'll... remember more of her.

[ but his own hesitation makes it that much harder to keep her emotions at arm's length, and there's a burst dam of overwhelming sorrow and rage— ]

2/2

[worthathousand]

[ She bites the inner edge of her lip, hard, expression going a bit stiff and anxious because of course he would have felt all that.

Then she turns, retreating to the other side of the kitchen, because haha fuck. ]

Re: 2/2

[daios]

[Ah, there it is again.

He was expecting it this time, at least. He frowns, waiting there and allowing her to get some distance from him.

Time to get back to work on memory sharing, then.]