War Week

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[A week has gone and past, as has the first of your number. The Researcher revealing himself, more or less, by punishing Patches, the Trusty, for pushing an unclear boundary.]

[And yet, routine seems to have returned. The Researcher makes morning and evening announcements as if nothing has happened. Meals are served in the dining hall. The copies of Oregon Trail in the computer lab now have a text-only mode for some reason? Penny has not been seen since Friday, and attempts to access the Security Room have been fruitless.]

[But overall, life in the Facility has remained unchanged. But the atmosphere is getting tenser - sooner or later something is going to break.]

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[doppelanger]

[ CASUALLY SHOTGUNNING A LOOSE SUGAR PACKET AT THE PRECISE MOMENT HE ASKS THIS ]

I make meals.

[mightdoriya]

[YOU LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE] Okay, that's one more who can... [Izuku seems to have taken to mumbling himself as he's picking through the group, trying to make a mental list of those who can cook versus those who cannot. It's...a very small list on the side of those who can, but having at least one competent cook on each team of three seems to be their best option.]

[doppelanger]

[ She flexes her fingers and absolutely does not correct any assumptions being made, because of course she can cook and for sure nobody has seen her pouring off-brand crunchberries on top of her waffles. She can follow instructions! It'll be fine!! ]

A guide for each flock?

It's not so hard, maybe. They left us directions.

[mightdoriya]

[Izuku nods. It'll be fiiine they're fiiine] I think as long as we work together it will be okay. [He's not really met anyone who he thinks might cause a problem yet...he feels a little bad for the team with the angry crocodile though.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Considers this



Experimentally tears open a sugar packet and downs the contents]

[doppelanger]

How does it taste, devil Michael?

[eudaimonikos]

Sweet. Not sure what else I expected.

[doppelanger]

Sweet is usually enough.

[eudaimonikos]

I don't consume a whole lot of human food and drink. My friends make some sometimes - usually for parties, you know. Got this one friend who's real big on parties. Lots of little finger sandwiches and fancy cakes.

[doppelanger]

Yes, I know, [ she echoes from before. ] Before all this, I was at dance party.

No finger foods, though. [ the odds of her thinking this is a hell thing and he's being literal are about 50-50 ] How small are these cakes?

[eudaimonikos]

About that. [He holds up two fingers, about the size of a petit four.] You don't really seem like the dance party type.

[clandestineideals]

[ Late but dear lord Michael, why ]