AlcheME! - SUNDAY

[idolpro]

[ 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

Comments

[noethankyou]

I know.

[Harumph.]

Would you prefer to share your feelings instead?

[doublefried]

Ummmmm.

[noethankyou]

Is something the matter?

[doublefried]

Oh, um, no.

[noethankyou]

...

Would you prefer not to share your feelings?

[doublefried]

It's not that... exactly...

[noethankyou]

I see. Then I will wait and let you explain it then.

[doublefried]

[ SLOWLY WRAPS HIMSELF IN HIS WINGS ]

[noethankyou]

...

Monsieur W?

[doublefried]

I have a cold, so I shouldn't be handling food or drinks.

[noethankyou]

I do not think you have a cold as you have a clear nose and you are not coughing, but it could be another disease! Please lie down and take a rest until this game is over. Luckily there are others here that can help!

[doublefried]

That's a good idea. I'll go sit down.

[noethankyou]

Okay!!

[Places a jacket on top of W.]

Leave it to me!

[doublefried]

[ HE'S TOO PURE I FEEL SO BAD ]