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AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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[ RIBBON TIE ]

[ Empathy bonding with Tea is like walking on the surface of the sea, if the sea were also the sky and also space and also made of colour and light and song and — it's kind of a lot, ok, and yet somehow oddly chill at the same time?

There are washes of relief (because it's W) and affection (because it's W) and amusement (babies cute)! and faintly, threading through the background here and there, very very vague hints of non-specific disquieted, wary irritation. ]

[ 'a lot but oddly chill' is also a pretty good W description because he's a crazy person, but it's more that there's like - a lot of emotional work going on behind the scenes to seem like he doesn't care much about anything going on, like a very complicated machine.

right now ACTIVELY though there's a faint note of fading discomfort from the game premise, replaced with a relaxed sort of amusement and comfortable contendedness with what they settled on doing. alch... cute. ]

Huh. This is bizarre.

[ relaxing incrimentally though, like someone who was braced for Bad and Pain only to realise that it's fine, actually ]

[ love and trust this bird ]