[ on monday afternoon, if seo happens to be wandering by the restaurant or admiring the many pictures of interdimensional elvis, he might notice that there's a nice smell wafting up through the stairs where the kitchen is. more importantly, it is a decidedly not steak smell.
[ what is happening is...strohl! he's at the stove, his yellow coat abandoned, and is minding a cast iron pan full of whatever that delicious, spicy smelling thing is - it looks like some kind of roast. ]
Oh. Afternoon. [ he glances up, noticing the other presence, and then dips his head. ] Drawn by the smell, or looking to use the kitchen?
If you want to eat, you've got to help - I think you can probably figure out a knife.
[ points at him with his stirring spoon ] Rounds. Small ones. Bout this big.
[ lifting his other hand to make a small round shape with his thumb and forefinger. ] They don't have to be perfect - they're going in your mouth, not a food competition - just make sure they're sort of close to even.
[ "potential" he is the most neurotic person on the planet don't worry. also mood don't call him leon. ]
... Guess I was right. [ you knew your way around a knife. he shakes his head a little, then holds out the pan in his direction. ] Dump them in there, then, Seodore.
[ Inside the simulation room, Seodore is there, looking at a man that's about half a foot taller than him. His expression seems to be indescribable, since the person seems to be missing legs and speaks in broken speech--the simulation's fault, really. ]
[ he understands intimately that you get matching earrings with your bros as of (looks at watch) two days ago
no but he does notice those. interesting.... ]
...Really drives home the point this is fake, doesn't it? [ wrinkling his nose. ] The - resort, was supposed to be this, a simulation, but it was a lot better at making up people, apparently. That was just insulting, for your friend.
Oh, no - place I was before. Damned resort, Key Nueve. [ his terrible resort game! ] Which - at least it had the outdoors. Sort of. Fake, simulated outdoors, I suppose.
[ a wave of his hand. ]
Apparently, it's not bad at making places, if you wanted to try that? I used it to do some practice earlier.
[ he does not want to think about key nueve ever again, but after a begrudging moment, he'll tap into the simulation, eventually pulling up... the plaza of a city! it's big and neon and strohl just looks kind of tired standing there, hands on his hips, sticking out like a sore thumb. ]
Many people died, yes. But I don't think it was quite like yours... We had many "Thursday adventures" and some people returned dead from those.
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But it turned out that everyone had to die anyway for us to leave. In fact, we were the ones who had to make traps so that we could bring the living over to our side. I did feel a little bad about it, but we tried to make it as painless as possible.
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Well. The smell isn't salad nor steak, so he goes to check it out. What is happening here... are they adding a new menu... ]
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Oh. Afternoon. [ he glances up, noticing the other presence, and then dips his head. ] Drawn by the smell, or looking to use the kitchen?
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[ He says as if that's not his preferred taste but that doesn't matter. ]
Cooking for your friends? Or working here part-time~? You could definitely improve the salads here.
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Hah. No, seems like they only want workers with the, ah. Pompadour. [ he makes a whiff gesture up at his head. the Elvis ]
More like the former, really. [ a beat. ] You hungry?
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Seodore makes a face when Strohl says pompadour like. What? Did he hear that right? ]
That depends! Do you have time to cook a little something for me?
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[ he gestures with his head over to a container of tomatoes and a cutting board. ]
Cut those up for me into rounds, and you can have as much as you'd like.
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[ He grabs the container and cutting board and puts them down on the counter. Does Strohl have any regrets... ]
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[ points at him with his stirring spoon ] Rounds. Small ones. Bout this big.
[ lifting his other hand to make a small round shape with his thumb and forefinger. ] They don't have to be perfect - they're going in your mouth, not a food competition - just make sure they're sort of close to even.
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I'll try to match as close as I can, chef~
[ He cuts the tomatoes to exactly the shape and size Strohl showed Seodore in under a minute. He's so relaxed. ]
So, what should I call you by? I'm not sure which part of your name I should use after I heard different ones.
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OKAY! ]
....Strohl. [ slowly, after a moment ] Strohl's fine. Sorry. We've not yet been properly acquainted, yeah? You are....?
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Strohl then. I'm Seodore.
[ call him theodore and he will commit murder off schedule despite how similar they sound ]
So, these are the tomatoes you wanted, right?
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... Guess I was right. [ you knew your way around a knife. he shakes his head a little, then holds out the pan in his direction. ] Dump them in there, then, Seodore.
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I used to cook for my household, so I have some experience.
w1 monday
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Bloody - this place is so odd. [ hi! strohl's in here now, also. ] Sorry, Seo - didn't mean to...interrupt.
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Seodore turns around, seeing Strohl and the simulation ceases immediately. Goodbye, blond man with no legs... ]
There was nothing to interrupt. It's not solely for my use, after all. Did you come to test it out?
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Just exploring. [ huh. ] Friend of yours...? Poorly generated, I take it.
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[ Seodore turns, and the gold earrings shine with the light, which seems like an identical copy to the simulation man had on his ears. ]
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no but he does notice those. interesting.... ]
...Really drives home the point this is fake, doesn't it? [ wrinkling his nose. ] The - resort, was supposed to be this, a simulation, but it was a lot better at making up people, apparently. That was just insulting, for your friend.
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Hm? The resort? I don't suppose you're talking about the airport here being a resort...
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Oh, no - place I was before. Damned resort, Key Nueve. [ his terrible resort game! ] Which - at least it had the outdoors. Sort of. Fake, simulated outdoors, I suppose.
[ a wave of his hand. ]
Apparently, it's not bad at making places, if you wanted to try that? I used it to do some practice earlier.
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Well, I don't have any places in mind, but I would like to see the place where you were.
[ Show him the fake final destination ]
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Ugh.
[ he does not want to think about key nueve ever again, but after a begrudging moment, he'll tap into the simulation, eventually pulling up... the plaza of a city! it's big and neon and strohl just looks kind of tired standing there, hands on his hips, sticking out like a sore thumb. ]
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Wow... And you're telling me all this was fake? It looks like it's out of a sci-fi story...
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[ he looks warily at the nearest light pole, like he's half expecting it to fall over. ]
's right, though. All simulated.
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[ Seodore was about to say "like final destination", but let's not get TOO meta already. ]
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Yeah. You were in one of the short ones too, weren't you? Not a thing where you were?
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But it turned out that everyone had to die anyway for us to leave. In fact, we were the ones who had to make traps so that we could bring the living over to our side. I did feel a little bad about it, but we tried to make it as painless as possible.
[ our freakin lms aris ]