shslanon | Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

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Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

[...Well, that was fun.]

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[OOC: Please leave any comments or critiques here! They'd be really appreciated! Also, anyone who'd like to be a murderer for this round, please PM me here or DM me on twitter. Thanks!]

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/frowning harder

Maybe cookies, then? Or that apple crisp instead. Something... you know? I feel better after I have a dessert. I think.

Hm-m.

[turns a little red despite being more worried than embarrassed]

I... I have many apple trees, but this one... it's a copper beech. It was already there when I was little, a-and...

It's my oldest friend.

[and first love, but she can probably guess that from the way he has to break eye contact]

You can make what you want.

[at a bit of a loss - he can't bake, only cook a few simply things; what does she expect from him?]

Ah, it is your, er, uhm... how do you say it...

[wiping some tears back]

Your, er, passionate flame, yes?

Ugh, I can't stand it, I'm so depressed and I need something sweet.

/back to searching through the chemicals

This place is really bumming me out, I need to get out of here somehow...!

[well, now he's turning really red]

...

[just manages a nod, then looks back at her photo]

And this one... it's yours?

[that she is like him still feels unreal]

Yuri is so cruel to us; what have we done to him? I still cannot understand his reason...

Ah--

[alarm bells are starting to ring in his head]

Don't think of that..! This is wh-what Yuri wants, right?

He has no soul! I cannot bear it!

[more crying for a minute]

[but then silent]

We should try to leave. However we can.

But my mom and dad and sister are going to--!

/sigh

How did he even get a photo like that anyway?

But... you don't mean killing somebody, right?

It's not the fault of our classmates...

I don't know.

[walks closer to help search for the liquid nitrogen, even if he doesn't really know what it looks like]

We are all from different places, too... but that's a good thing, right? Because he cannot go all over the world. So-- so that means he's probably lying. He hopes that one of us gets scared enough to kill someone else again.

But he already did, right? I mean, how else could he take pictures like those? --God, even a brownie would be good right now!

/still rifling through but not really reading the labels

Maybe we should find some tools. Then we can, ah, shatter free!

[suddenly a hopeful smile]

A hammer to break the windows!

[oh]

[that's a good point, actually]

Hm...

Maybe he asked them all to take a photo and send it to him?

[but no, that would't exactly have worked out in his case]

[it's not as if he had told anybody about his tree, either]

...

[watches her go through the chemicals for a moment longer, then realises that this isn't doing any good]

Let us-- let us go back to the cafeteria. Okay? Maybe the others are there, then you can make food for them with the things that are in the kitchen.

[gives a small smile back, glad that she has stopped crying]

I think the steel is too fat for that...

[too thick, he means]

But-- but maybe we can take the screws out. We only need, um... nářadí, things to work with...

[still hasn't remembered that he has a toolkit]

Ah. Whittler. I carve things. Out of wood.

Er... I don't really have anything here, but I've made a lot of things. Mostly animals. Sometimes inanimate objects, but animals are more fun to make. My favorite are reindeer.

Er... what are you?

[you like trees but you certainly don't look like a lumberjack....]

Ah.... I see.....

[GENUINELY UPSET]

Reindeers... they are like elks, right? Just smaller? Like, um, between elks and deers... I saw a picture of them in a book.

And I'm a dendrologist - I, I grow trees. The last few years I have helped scientists find out which trees they can cross fruit trees with so that they will be stronger.

/sigh

Well, it wouldn't do to have everyone starve to death. At the least we can all think better when we're stuffed. At least I know I can.

/grabbing you by the arm and leaving

It's decided, then, you're going to be my sous chef!

No-ready?

[blink]

--Ah! You do have a tool kit, no? You are a boy, so....

Sue?

[stumbles along - darn, where does she get all this power from?]

Yeah, you know, sous chef? You handle the prep work. Can you slice onions without crying? Ugh, it's so hard, I hate cutting up onions.

... I have a toolkit?

Oh! Yes, I can do that.

Um... are you going to use some potatoes or... what are they called... mrkev? The long orange ones that crack when you bite them? They grow in the ground...

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