week 2

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 2
[From the day you arrived on the planet, and blinking, stepped into the sun. There's more to see than can ever be seen, and more to do than can ever be done. Yet, still, the whole thing seems...monotonous. Surely there must be some excitement, some showmanship, some sort of plot twist that could keep this show moving onward?

Welcome to week 2, gents.]


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[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[why- D-ne starts and drops the paprika she'd been moving in her search.]

A- Astarte-san! You are, ah, a sneaky person.

[solomonjihad]

[She learned from the best.]

...The shadows are good to me.

[Um. Is she staring at the cabinet.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Well not anymore. Astarte's arrival has put D-ne's eyes firmly on the other girl.]

I- I see. [Sigh.] To answer... I was trying to see if there's any natto here.

[solomonjihad]

Natto...I can help.

[...Right. Opening a cabinet.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[!!!]

You've found some? You know what it is? [no one has known so far it is so frustrating]

[solomonjihad]

I know what they are.

[Crackers, beans, corn, cereal...]

I know of someone who could cook them.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Well, it's far from complicated just...time-consuming. I, ah, simply wanted to avoid fermenting my own each day.

[It would probably get very annoying very fast.]

[solomonjihad]

...Nothing in here.

[Opening the next cabinet...]

Where have you searched, so far?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Mostly the cabinets I can reach...

[D-ne is not the tallest of girls.]

I've found soybeans if it comes to making my own.

[solomonjihad]

...I'll get a chair.

[She...isn't that tall either.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

That would probably help.

[While she keeps looking, sigh.]

[solomonjihad]

[Ok, on the chair, and...]

I...see oatmeal up here...

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...You're having no luck either, I see.

[what is wrong with this opera house not having natto]

Oatmeal is...a poor substitute, but doesn't sound bad right now... Could you bring some down?

[solomonjihad]

[She does so, holding out for D-ne.

Its dinosaur egg oatmeal!]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...Well this is...

[You know what? Whatever, she'll take it, she has no strong feelings either way.]

I'm starting to suspect natto is off the table, unfortunately.

[solomonjihad]

It...looks like it.

[...Oh hey, she found a bag of chips though!]

What else do you think you'd...like to eat?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Oh, I have rice. That's food enough.

[A gentle waving off; don't worry about it, she can feed herself fine.]

[solomonjihad]

Are you sure? I mean...

[Yeah, she looks sure.]

All right. Do you want me to look for a drink, then?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Oh... If you have to do something, then just get the orange juice.

[solomonjihad]

Orange juice...

[She opens the door, alighting on it almost immediately. She takes it out and puts it on the counter.]

Anything else?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

No, I...

[She raises an eyebrow at Astarte.]

You don't need to gather things for me, Astarte-san. I'm well capable of getting them myself.