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AUDIENCE FOR: Dimitri oh fuck i have to put in his last name

this is just a placeholder until you give us a real one

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[virgo is idk somewhere around the mansion. hi.

actually, they are in the kitchen, trying to prepare a simple meal without fucking ruining it. good luck. maybe whatever dimitri wanted to ask will save them from their own shitty cooking. they should really just let souji handle this.]

Hmm, what else do I need for this...

[they have an assortment of vegetables and spices in front of them, and a fish on a plate that needs to be cut up.]

[ has she... gotten any better at this? time to find out. ]

What recipe is it?

[the vegetables that have been chopped already are all roughly the same size, at least...]

One that I learned from - someone. It is spicy.

[ you're doing it flayn... ]

Do you need any assistance?

[ he's functional in a kitchen as long as it doesn't require things like cracking eggs or seasoning things. ]

...if you would not mind cutting the celery until it is about this size?

[they hold out their fingers to measure the approximate distance.]

I think I have all the spices I need, so - I need to mince this garlic and this ginger...

I believe I can manage as much, yes.

[ and so he'll wash his hands and get started. ]

I rather like that the kitchen here is quiet, even if we are left to prepare our own meals.

[ he prefers it to the mystery food service that was hotel dining. ]

[very quietly, such that one listening in might miss it - ]

Thank you.

[to work! they'll get started on the garlic and ginger... they're focusing very, very hard on it so they don't fuck up, and are going slowly to make sure they're not mincing these into sizes that are drastically different from each other.]

Tch. It's better this way. Too much distraction makes the food taste bad.

I suppose we should just be lucky that you are not eating us.

[ since they're playing this game. he does hear them though, trying not to look amused at the level of concentration necessary to mince veggies. ]

Yes, you should. I have the option of doing so if I wish, after all.

[

well. qi rong would, if he wasn't locked up in the basement...

anyway while they're distracted by talking they fuck up some of the mincing, make a small displeased noise, and try to cut it properly afterwards.]

[ virgo is doing their best. they've improved from what he remembers, actually. ]

It is in our best interest to cook something edible tonight for you, then.

[ he'll find an appropriate cooking vessel to set on the heat as they finish up with the prepwork. ]

Predictably, I have a question for you, but please keep your focus on the knife even so.

[ they can just chat while they're getting this ready. ]

Yes, it is.

[they are. being so careful. with their knifework.

the end result is a passable mince of this garlic and ginger. they seem proud of themselves as they finish up with that and move on to the next ingredient.]

What is your question?

[ he's neatly sliced the celery as directed, transferring that to a plate with a hum. ]

Is it still possible for us to order room service, so long as we're willing to do the tasks?

[they shake their head]

No... it is not. Room service is for guests who have not been banned from the premises of the hotel. [...] In fact, anyone with an unused room service power when they died would have lost the use of it, and it would have become available for someone else on that side to attempt to do a task for.

I see...

[ he's a little disappointed, but it's not like he had a terribly productive reason for asking. ]

Though I was under the impression that we are still at the hotel grounds, of sort.

[mE REALIZING I USED THE WRONG ICON THREE DAYS LATER]

There's... a connection. How do - [they glance briefly at a shadow cast by some of the stuff in the kitchen.] ...how the fuck do you think I get back and forth for when people on that side call me, or to deliver mail? But we aren't in the hotel, and it's not the kind of connection just anyone can use.

[ i didn't even question it tbh

so they can't just throw sandwiches in an empty grave to summon people back to the other side? tch ]

So we cannot travel by the means you do. I suppose that makes sense. I wonder why one would bother to keep us here at all, then.

[ there's a kitchen and everything? it's a weird sort of afterlife. ]

[imagine if that was the endgame plan]

It "entertains" the boss.

[they don't do the airquotes, but they sound like they do.]

[ i'm choosing to believe that it is ]

Of course. [ he scoffs and warms up the stove. ] More entertaining to dangle the lot of us over here, just out of reach of the living.

[they grumble something decidedly unkind and very rude under their breath about where the nightman can stick it while dimitri does that.]

[ flayn has actually become a delinquent. he's briefly amused before he sounds thoughtful. ]

Still, if there is a connection... [ mm. ] It is not nothing.

...

[they nod once]

It is a connection meant only to be used by "Virgo," but... yes, it exists.

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