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: Savory

[worthathousand]

I know very well. [ She does. There's sympathy there, and familiar resolve. ]

Even so—you ought to have had more support, at the very least. It seemed like you lead your fang—ah, your squadron—as well?

Re: Savory

[unbr8kable]

Huh? Oh no, I ain't Leader material. I'm a Protector; I take the hits so other people don't gotta. 'Least, I'm s'posed to.

[A pause. Then, careful, as if unsure more information is desired]

Hurricane's remembered some of that time, too. That time it'd been a couple days with no attacks. We'd gotten a new shield set up...so nobody expected that kind of attack. Backup was too far away. We had a plan, but...things don't always go to plan, right?

[She shrugs, much more emotion under the surface than she allows onto her face]

Re: Savory

[worthathousand]

[ Amaranth watches her intently, interested in a way that's both academic (inasmuch as "war" counts as an academic subject) and personal. There's a sense of active self-restraint as she resists all the would have, could have, should have's she doesn't have a right to, since she wasn't there. ]

It's a lucky general indeed who gets to execute her first choice of strategy.
Do you... know how you all got separated from one another?

Re: Savory

[unbr8kable]

[:')]

That'd been the plan. We were s'posed to be a distraction, us and the other Warrior and Protector...go round up the baddies and lead 'em into the Leader's ambush. But instead we got led away ourselves. And when we got back...

[Another shrug, tighter; the emotion behind it is resigned, as if she'd already run through the alternatives and excuses herself, knowing that even if there'd been other things she could have done, the fact was that she didn't do them]

...We held up 'til the transports out showed up. But we had two hurt bad, and one we had to leave behind.