idolpro | AlcheME!

AlcheME! - SUNDAY

[ 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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[ quietly, for His Ears Only ]

It's one thing when it's us, but ..........

The door is locked...

[ SHOULDERS BRIEFLY STIFFEN ]

[ exhale. relaxes. ]

Gross.

... And O's excited ...

I think he can be pretty easily distracted.

[ flicks through the recipe book ]

[ makes A Face ]

Oh, I hope so.

I don't wannnaaaaaa.

You don't gotta.

[ puffs up on her shoulder. round birb ]

[ roumd ]

... Some of these I wouldn't mind so much, I think, but.

Ugh.

I'm so fussed about it and I don't know why.

Heh. Well. For my part: forced bonding sucks and alcohol's big meh.

... And the idea of being pushed, however well-intentionedly, into taking part-slash-sharing, is like. Oof. Anxiety.