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Who: SOME DUDE IN YELLOW (and his shouta ghost)
Where: The main room of Orion dorms (and, eventually, just outside, if you need an excuse)
When: Day 83, Morning.
What: Intro~

*The new blank has promptly confiscated the largest knife he can find, and his holding it with a fair amount of confidence for someone who has no memory of how to use it. It is not time to systematically check all the other rooms in the dorms. He pushes the doors open quietly, and seems quite prepared to stab anyone if necessary.

And, for those who can see such things, there is a small ghost child floating behind him*

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If all I wanted was extra help, I'd call in an ally. A teammate is a hell of a lot more important than that.

[holds up a hand. waggles the fingers.]

See this?

*nooooot impressed*

Hand.

Congratulations, you know basic anatomy.

This is our team. Most of the time we work best when we can be flexible. Do our own shit. That kind of thing. I'm all for it. But there's no point in cutting off one of the fingers and telling it to go poke things on its own. We need common ground to work from if we're gonna manage anything halfway useful.

[makes a fist]

Plus there's times when we've really gotta punch something in the face.

............................

*I guess I'll just go find the fish on my own. Maybe the lake is this way*

Wrong way.

. . .

*turns to go the other way >|*

[okay, now he's walking after you]

This'll get you there eventually as long as you don't make a wrong turn later on.

I don't intend to be a part of your fist.

And I didn't intend to have this argument a second time. Life's full of surprises like that.

... and bad metaphors, but that's practically a job-requirement at this point.

And apparently everyone loses sometimes.

*hmmm do i hear water*

Yeah. Sometimes it's easy -- we just don't get memories back. Sometimes it's much, much worse.

[you do indeed]

I saw her eye.

*jogging up to it =|a*

Carly's? .... yeah. That's one of the worse options.

[follows]

*crouches easily next to the lake, looking for a while before he spots a fish moving around*

Fish?

Yep. We eat those. Not raw, though. You have to catch 'em, clean 'em, and then cook 'em properly first.

Catch them alive?

If you want. They need water to breathe, so they won't live long even if you take them out still living.

*right then. Waits for the fish to come within a certain range, then throws the knife at it.

One fish, dead. =|b Walks into the water to retrieve it*

[...........]

-- okay, first thing. You'd have a lot more range with a spear. Second thing: we don't kill things with Chaz's knife. Chaz's knife is for cooking only.

*takes the fish by the tail and shakes it out a bit while it bleeds, and rinses the blade*

A blade that only cuts things once they're dead?

*clearly thinks you're a retard*

A blade that cuts things for cooking. Raw stuff? Doesn't taste good. And neither does stuff cooked when we've got blood all over our kitchen knife.

*holds up the thoroughly clean blade*

Good as new.

*holds up fish*

And I'm covered.

You don't want to learn how to get the scales off properly?

*....examines fish. I do in fact have no idea what to do with this*

. . .

Thaaat's what I thought. ... bring it back to the dorms and I'll show you how to prep it.