pick a god and pray

[garudynamic]

[Like the weeks before, once everyone has wandered off their separate ways, notes are posted to each room that still has a warm body in it. Only this time the writing is much messier then any other notice]

None of us feel like celebrating, but I think Yato would approve if we don't spend the night hiding out because of him
There's warmed up food in the Game Room if you're hungry. Might be best to not be alone tonight.

-Yosuke

[And as promised there's leftovers in the Game Room; and eventually fresh stuff as Tarrlok gets to work in the kitchen. Yosuke is there, trying to set something up on one of the shelves, but otherwise you are left to your own devices]

Comments

[goodforsomething]

[Stan shrugs.]

Not too often, but I can do it good enough.

[uro_cyon]

I see.

If you offer the Kingmaker one of those brownies, he might trade you a bra. [ Amused, but completely serious.]

[goodforsomething]

...as temptin' as that is, I doubt that'd work. I mean, I'd have to poison them first!

[uro_cyon]

He does like sweets. [ He points up.]

But I'm sure he's listening.

[goodforsomething]

Don't worry, I know.

[Let him listen.]

Besides, ya think he's really dumb enough to eat anything we made him? And after a trial, too...

[uro_cyon]

He offered to trade me for that before. But I'm sure he'd have some type of precautions against that kind of thing.

[goodforsomething]

Really? Geez, the guy oughta learn to bake for himself.

[uro_cyon]

[ A nod.] I imagine he's too busy watching us to do that.

[goodforsomething]

Creepy jerk. I'm not helpin' him make up for that.

[uro_cyon]

He's got a tough life. [All the sarcasm.]

Makes you wonder how he gets food in here in the first place though.

[goodforsomething]

He's gotta go down there at night sometime. Maybe there's hidden doors in the kitchen.

[They've gotta be locked out for SOME reason.]

[uro_cyon]

You don't think he would just have a supply sent to wherever he's watching us from?

[goodforsomething]

For himself? Sure! But someone's been refillin' the pantry.

[uro_cyon]

True.

Can't help but wonder if it's not automated in some fashion. [ By a machine or something.]

[goodforsomething]

Could be. [Stan shrugs.] If he's doin' it himself, he's gotta have his own way down. Wouldn't wanna risk runnin' into one of us in the hall.

[uro_cyon]

[...] We could ask, he's surprisingly candid about certain things. [ And frustratingly silent/evasive on others.]

[goodforsomething]

Worth a shot. I can never get a straight answer outta the guy, but I keep askin' him stuff anyway.

[uro_cyon]

Didn't you get a bottle of liquor from him though?

[goodforsomething]

Yeah, that's the only thing. We've talked about some other stuff since - like that thing in the pit. [Stan pauses, as if realizing that that's a nasty subject to bring up right now.] Nothin'.

[uro_cyon]

My experience has been similar. Some things he's chatty about, others he won't budge on.

[goodforsomething]

It's almost like he's a crazy asshole!

[uro_cyon]

A bit too organized to be completely crazy, but yeah. [Strangely, he has a nagging feeling that he knew someone similar, but he can't quite put his finger on it...]

[goodforsomething]

There's somethin' off in there. Normal folks don't just decide "oh hey, I know what I'm gonna do this week! Make a murder dungeon!"