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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

[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?

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

No. When I remember my name, I may tell you it.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

So what do we do until then? Call you the new guy?

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

If you insist on calling me something, I don't really care what it is.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Sure thing, Sulu.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*nooo reaction, except maybe a sense of DISPLEASURE, holds up the scales.*

Trash?

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Right over there.

[points to their trash container]

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*Throws scraps away =|*

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Okay, bones come out next. We don't eat those 'cause they hurt.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

All right.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

See those soft white bits? Fat. Put that in here.

[holds out the frying pan]

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*he follows orders well enough when it's directions =|a*

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[noted :|a]

Can you snag some herbs for me? Should be those green things hanging up in the corner there. We want to fry the fish in them.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*picks them up and inspects them*

These can't be filling.

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

They're not. We use them to flavor things. Plain fish isn't that tasty.

[sympathy_of_the.insanejournal.com]

*hands them over*