[Alright, so. There's no official way out of here, save for murder, which Raoul sees no reason to stoop to. An "unofficial" way out would require more force and technique than he could figure out alone. Clearly he must think of a way for he and his fellow captives to escape!
...Well, he would be, but it just so happens that, after a distressing day of revelations, the Viscount would very much like a meal. An army marches on its stomach, and all that. So he's in the kitchen, a bit confused by the very miraculous-looking devices and a bit wary of the fresh food in the (admittedly cool) electric ice box. After all, who knows what the Balladeer's mysterious manager has had put in this stuff?
He's currently rummaging around the cabinets looking for something he doesn't have to cook, but so far he's found boxed macaroni and cheese, cans of soup, and other things that require the use of the foreign stovetop.
Someone help him. Raoul has never cooked a day in his life.]
Kitchen, OTA
...Well, he would be, but it just so happens that, after a distressing day of revelations, the Viscount would very much like a meal. An army marches on its stomach, and all that. So he's in the kitchen, a bit confused by the very miraculous-looking devices and a bit wary of the fresh food in the (admittedly cool) electric ice box. After all, who knows what the Balladeer's mysterious manager has had put in this stuff?
He's currently rummaging around the cabinets looking for something he doesn't have to cook, but so far he's found boxed macaroni and cheese, cans of soup, and other things that require the use of the foreign stovetop.
Someone help him. Raoul has never cooked a day in his life.]