text; @CURSE

[gimu]

hello.

i have several questions for the outsider populace and i require truthful answers.

1. what are your abilities in battle?
2. what is your estimation of your skill with your own abilities?
3. who are you?
4. what was your proudest moment?
5. what was your weakest?

answer as you see fit. i’m not your boss.

[ this isn’t how one goes about making work acquaintances but it’s direct, it’s simple, and choso can’t be bothered to care if it meets industry standard. ]

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[ignoreher]

I can! We're... bound to the same book, so to speak. The signs are obvious with the implants: there's a second voice that gets added to otherwise normal conversations -- only when I'm using them, though. The more powerful the Abnormality, the quicker my mind can be overtaken.

But I'm really careful, promise! I just wasn't expecting them to be so present without the Qliphoth Deterrence suppressing them.

As for the baked parfato...

[ luckily. or unluckily. she has a image to send the stranger. it's simply a baked potato done in the style of a parfait -- that is, layers of potato, butter, sour cream, with bits of cheese, bacon, and chives breaking up the white. it has the exact appearance of a dessert you'd find in a shop, but very much is not. ]

A savory treat I designed, inspired by a dessert March and I had recently! Doesn't it look delicious? It is! I'd like to experiment with others too.

[gimu]

[ kids these days and their strange, outlandish terms, just as strange and outlandish as himself. it's not terrible work to fit familiar terms to the ones she gives, and understanding comes in neat steps. ]

what happens if you're overtaken?

[ girl what is tHAT

choso isn't certain if he wants to try it or banish it. ]

was it delicious???

[ignoreher]

I black out and the Abnormality treats me like a puppet, sorta using me as a vessel to fulfill its own wishes. So far, we've only been able to use physical means to bring someone back from that point, so after a forced nap I'm fine.

[ ... tired, guilt-ridden, and chewing herself out-- but fine. ]

It was! My chef friend gave it a high enough rating to want it a second time too, though there's always room for improvement. Would you like one?

[gimu]

i see. i'd like to see it in action sometime when the time allows.

... maybe.

[ignoreher]

I'll be happy to do both! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Name, team, room!

[gimu]

[ huh. where does he stay? that's right, they gave him a room but... ]

choso, revelation, some number i don't remember. will get back to you on that.

you're a friend of march 7th?

[ignoreher]

[ that's fine, it gives her time to make a batch... enough for two parfatos. ]

I am! She was my first friend here, actually. We have a photography club together. Wanna join?

[gimu]

what does joining entail?

[ignoreher]

[ good question..... ]

Right now our only plan is to take walks around the city and make a photo tour of it, but... it's mostly just to have people who like to take pictures come together and share them. Everyone's eye sees something differently.

[gimu]

with what? i have nothing but my eyes. eye computer. thing.

[ignoreher]

They have some actual cameras in store! They're... pretty expensive for a new person, but it's worth it!

[ ......... sort of.................... ]

I'll buy you one if you join.

[gimu]

[ only a bastard takes advantage of a cute girl’s generosity. but she’s offering, and choso’s digital bank account is very empty. a camera could enrich their lives, somehow. somehow. ]

ok. i’ll join. your club will not be questioned by the council now.

[ignoreher]

[ YESSSSS JUST WAIT UNTIL SHE TELLS MARCH!!!! ]

(*≧▽≦)!!!

We're called the Memory Makers, so don't you forget it! It's a lot of fun, promise, and if it matters any we're currently made up of the two cutest girls in the base.

[ ...

wings it is so hard and embarrassing to be as confident as march is. at least she can manage this online. forget it off. ]

Anyway, it'll take about fifteen minutes before I'm done, so make sure you learn what room you're in before then!

[gimu]

[ ah, a cute little face... ]

memory makers, ok. [ seems useful. goodness knows he needs some too. ]

good luck with your partafos.

[ignoreher]

[ choso.......... are you an amnesiac too, by chance.............

nonetheless. cooking potatoes... putting together two of the parfait-like meals... she thinks. that they're well-cooked this time. kaito had said to take it off the heat a little bit earlier next she made them, so. they should be better. okay. okay! ]

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Done! Actually, it's a little hard to carry them both since they're hot, so come to the kitchen! I'll be waiting!

1/2

[gimu]

oh, good. [ that he doesn’t have to figure out which door was his again. that poor, neglected room. ]

that was fast for a whole potato.
i am on my way.

2/2 dndjfjg i fell asleep mid-tag

[gimu]

[ true to his word, choso ambles into the kitchen some three minutes later, hands in his sweatpants pockets and sweater collar pulled up as high as it dares go.

never before has the smell of potato ever filled choso with such disquiet like it does now. he’s almost afraid to see. ]

I have come for the p…arfatoes.

I WAS CONCERNED!!!

[ignoreher]

Baked Parfatoes.

[ she's busy putting the finishing touches on them... okay. malkuth steps away, staring at her work for a moment before turning oh wow that's a face. not in a bad way, just she wasn't expecting that severe of a look. and he's tall... she needs to start meeting shorter people. people her height.

that's okay! malkuth'll give him a bright smile and introduce him to... the baked parfatoes with a hand. it really is just a baked potato in the style of a parfait. buttery potato, sour cream, and cheese act as the main layers, with bacon bits among the white and a sprinkle of chives on top. they don't look disastrous. they almost look like normal parfaits. ]

It's nice to meet you face to face, Choso! Are you ready to have your world rocked?

[gimu]

[ there's a lot to take in. the baker's tininess for one, but the potatoes, ah, look at them, they command the room. a presence unlike any other. who else can ignore this impossible pull of savoury aroma paired with the jarring sight of something so sugary-looking? no one choso knows, which is all of two people.

pay attention, choso. your mouth is hanging open. ]

I am ready for a Baked Parfatoes. We'll discuss world-rocking in a timely manner.

What now?

[ignoreher]

[ he's appropriately stunned. good. she'll take a pair of spoons from the drawer, handing him one and sticking hers into one of the parfatoes. ]

Dig in! Let me know what you think -- I got some advice about the potatoes, so they shouldn't be overcooked... but I'm still a little worried.

[ maybe a bit more of a bite than there should be but. it's fine. malkuth, who loves potatoes, loves her culinary invention. she could eat this every week. ]

1/

[gimu]

[ he takes the spoon and clutches it like a weapon, awkward in the way of someone who has not, if ever, wielded a spoon for any potato-related endeavour before. there's no helping it; he follows in her footsteps, mimicking her by jamming his own utensil into the tuber's buttery-soft guts. regrettably, this mimicry extends to the heaping load of parpato on said spoon.

it's glorious. it steams a little in the light.

choso swallows thickly. this is the first time in his short existence that he's felt this sort of nervousness before, this sort of apprehension. this was an entirely alien encounter. he was going in blind. ]

2/

[gimu]

[ down the hatch, with the same air of a man discovering haggis existed. ]

3/

[gimu]

?/

[gimu]

[ too big a bite. this is too much potato. ]

5/5

[gimu]

[ choso must lift a hand up over his mouth like that could possibly shield the world from just how much effort this much potato took to eat. swallow. chew. another swallow. remember to breathe. ah, don't forget her question. ]

Ff'th oh-gay.

[ talking with his mouth full, rude. ]