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[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

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*

Comments

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

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

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

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

. . .

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

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

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*.....walks out of the water, holding the bleeding fish in one hand, and the knife in the other*

Fine.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[waits for him to walk up onto shore, then starts heading back]

You cold?

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*takes a moment to think about it*

Yes.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Try changing your clothes too. Should be an extra set in your room.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

...when do we play the games?

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Whenever the Judges feel like having 'em, but usually at least one every day or two. We had one last night.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Did you win?

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Nope. Cooking contest. Not our strong point.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

......the games vary, then.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

That's right. We've had guessing games, computer games, all sorts of random shit. And then there's Trickster and Surgeon games.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

The fatal ones.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

The usually fatal ones. Any of the Judges'll happily kill us. But Trickster and Surgeon are dicks about it. Trickster likes watching us kill each other, and Surgeon does experiments.

Those are the most important games for our team to stick together in. Losing just isn't a fucking option in Surgeon games, period.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

I don't intend to die.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Then that'd be a good time to work with us. People don't get through those games alone.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

We'll see. I'm not agreeing to anything.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

That's what I thought you'd say.

[heading into the kitchen]

Grab one of the spare knives and I'll show you how to gut it.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

Wasn't this one for cooking?

*following though*

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

It is. But I don't know which parts of cooking Chaz uses it for. The regular knives'll work just fine.

[grabs one of the normal knives and offers it]

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*doesn't seem to get it, but puts the knife aside (where it's not in your immediate reach) and takes the new one*

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[not grabbing for it. He does take the fish, however.]

Okay, start like this --

[and he starts walking Kira through a basic de-scaling and de-boning.]

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*watches this =|b doesn't ask any questions and seems to be following along just fine*

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[then, while they're in-progress:]

Anybody tried naming you yet?