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castle_whims2022-09-10 06:52 pm
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Afterparty the Third
[Yuta's gone. He can't do the after party. So now it's up to Sonic. Yes, Hunter was going to do it, or...at least yell at the sheep to do it, but Sonic pointed out they were going to need more than just apple slices. People were starving and the sheep couldn't cook. In his opinion, of course. How does one even bruise an apple like that!?
Hunter wasn't happy with him, and what's her face Jeanie probably hated his guts now, but honestly, who was happy with anything at this point?
So, the first thing he does is go to the kitchen and start to do the one thing he knows will at least help: cook. The food is back, and so he's going to make a hearty mean and veggie stew in the oven, courtesy of an old recipe that nanny Rosie would make when they were kids. Back before the takeover. After they got food in Knothole.
While the stew is stewing in the oven for a good hour or so, Sonic himself is just...stewing. And also making something with rice in the microwave to tie people over in the meantime. It's actually congee, but he thinks its hot rice pudding, so whatever, it's good to go for people.
And yes. He also has apple slices and graham crackers, Hunter insisted on it. And yes, he's made extra and enough for everyone and Nanami to have seconds if they'd like. They need to eat, albeit slowly so they don't get sick, and he makes notes at the cafeteria table stating that. Then he gets to work with a cookbook to try and make some kind of drink that can help with getting people back on their feet. Dylan does cover with chamomile tea, at least, so it's not as much of an urgent issue.
He's mostly staying in the kitchen if people want to bug him. When he does finally come out, he sits in silence, staring at his bowl of stew, picking at the carrots. He's tired. It's pretty obvious on his face.]
Hunter wasn't happy with him, and what's her face Jeanie probably hated his guts now, but honestly, who was happy with anything at this point?
So, the first thing he does is go to the kitchen and start to do the one thing he knows will at least help: cook. The food is back, and so he's going to make a hearty mean and veggie stew in the oven, courtesy of an old recipe that nanny Rosie would make when they were kids. Back before the takeover. After they got food in Knothole.
While the stew is stewing in the oven for a good hour or so, Sonic himself is just...stewing. And also making something with rice in the microwave to tie people over in the meantime. It's actually congee, but he thinks its hot rice pudding, so whatever, it's good to go for people.
And yes. He also has apple slices and graham crackers, Hunter insisted on it. And yes, he's made extra and enough for everyone and Nanami to have seconds if they'd like. They need to eat, albeit slowly so they don't get sick, and he makes notes at the cafeteria table stating that. Then he gets to work with a cookbook to try and make some kind of drink that can help with getting people back on their feet. Dylan does cover with chamomile tea, at least, so it's not as much of an urgent issue.
He's mostly staying in the kitchen if people want to bug him. When he does finally come out, he sits in silence, staring at his bowl of stew, picking at the carrots. He's tired. It's pretty obvious on his face.]
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[She had a surprisingly specific spiel ready. Now she turns around to look at the plate of apples. Utter contempt has been plain to see on her face much of the day, and it's bubbling up for some reason at the sight of the apple slices. She looks almost like boiling water bubbling over at the desperate attempt to school the muscles of the lower half of her face into a smile; it's all she can do to keep her brow from creasing too deeply. Enough time passes for her to say out loud to herself in her head, "Carrie is being nice. We are nice to our friends when they are nice to us." In the end, the momentum took her around to lean forward with her hands clapsed in her lap and she is at least soft and intensely curious about the question posed looking up at Carrie.]
Why were you going to eat this in particular? Has it become a twisted Good Friday Eucharist?
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Nothing like that, no. The sheep scolded me for "wasting food at a time like this" when I tried to break the moving picture screen with it, so I had it and I didn't want to hang around in the kitchen.
[Her voice is very carefully neutral. It's the tone she'd use when talking to an adult wondering why a ten, eleven, twelve-year-old girl was traveling alone.]
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[This news is just unbearable, worse than being stabbed, derails her enough that her own words don't cut anymore. She extends her hand to Carrie, begging to be taken, to be spared.]
Come. We are near the fence. Let us feed the monsters. You will think less of me, but I have been offered apple slices and crackers four times during this depraved ritual. It is very nearly a step in its own right by now. I cannot abide a fifth.
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[She stares down at the apple - fragmented, beginning to brown - and despite what she told the sheep, she still can't see it as something to eat, not now. It is still something to throw.
She takes Jeanne's hand with her own, balancing the plate on the other. It'll be like the world's most miserable folk dance, walking over to the fence like this.]
These aren't as air - aren't as aero - they won't fly as well as a ring or a dagger, but we shouldn't have any trouble tossing them out and over. Even if the monster tries to starve us again, I don't even know if I like apples anymore myself.
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[Shamash flies into view over her shoulder as she straightens back up to take Carrie with her. For all that he's her partner, you don't actually see very much of him in this month-long situation where Jeanne is sad and lonely and has no one to turn to. Jeanne interlaces her fingers with Carrie's, does the hard part of walking backwards. In the moonlight, outside the shadow of the shed, her long hair glitters.]
It is very common for a shaman to close her eyes, starve herself for an entire week, and trick her body into thinking it has died. Learning that we could slip away at any moment brings our hearts closer to those who already had.
[They're close enough now that Jeanne can be heard even in a whisper, which is what's easier after her fast. She's so happy that Carrie feels her feelings, something stronger than whatever sweetness lingers in the apple.]
A shaman with a spirit does not need wings to fly.