WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[defriendestration]

[So, which do you think tastes worse? Papyrus' bread? Or--

...No, actually, never mind, there's probably no contest.]

HEY! HOW ARE YOU DOING?

[zephyranthe]

[Idk man, concentrated liquid bread also seems pretty unappealing... god we're just bread disasters today, aren't we.

Anyways, since Papyrus is speaking at normal speeds like that, Fie will cringe slightly and cover her ears a little. It's still comprehensible, but kind of a headache to deal with... Still, he's checking up on her and she appreciates that, so she'll at least try to carry a conversation on her end.]

Hanging in there. Dunno how much more of this I can take, though.

[Maybe she should just lock herself up in her room...]

[defriendestration]

THAT'S GOOD TO HEAR!




SO, YOU WANT SOME OF MY BREAD? I'VE BEEN BAKING SINCE THIS MORNING!

[s c r e a m]

[zephyranthe]

[She recalls those cookies from before. To be fair, they weren't really baked by him, but apparently he thought they were good, so uh. But he still tried to bake a thing (for whatever reason) and food's food, especially since it saves her the trouble of cooking anything herself.]

Sure. Why not.

[This is going to be a mistake, isn't it.]

[defriendestration]

OK!

ALL RIGHT, DO YOU LIKE YOUR BREAD...MORE OR LESS SOLID? AND...LIGHTER OR DARKER? IT WILL NARROW DOWN THINGS VERY EASILY.

[zephyranthe]

Anything's okay. I'm not picky.

[She's not very helpful when it comes to this stuff oops... it may delay her doom for a tag or two though??]

[defriendestration]

[Well! He looks over his impressive collection of loaves, and picks out a particularly lumpy and dark loaf, holding it out to her.]

HERE YOU GO!

1/2

[zephyranthe]

[Well this doesn't look dubious at all or anything. She'll take it in slo-mo and just stare at it for a bit. She is 95% sure that bread isn't supposed to look like this?? But she'll take a bite out of it anyways.

...

...

... ]

[zephyranthe]

It's kinda gross.

[No really, what'd she just eat?]

[defriendestration]

IS IT? HMMMMMMMMMM.

MAYBE IT NEEDS MORE EGGS. OH! MAYBE I SHOULD PUT THE BUTTER IN BEFORE IT COOKS? IT'S HARD TO COOK THIS WITHOUT KNOWING HOW TO CHANGE THE TEMPERATURE ON THIS, I'M AFRAID...

[zephyranthe]

[

He may be as bad as Millium at this shit. And while Fie was no master cook herself, she'd at least go by some instructions...]

Did you actually follow a recipe?

[defriendestration]

OF COURSE! I'VE EVEN BEEN MAKING FLOUR FROM THE WHEAT!

[Behold the ground wheat! The wheat being varying degrees of successfully fine and...not so fine.]

[zephyranthe]

[She's no expert in cooking but she's pretty sure flour isn't supposed to look like this??]

It looks chunky. Really chunky.

[How did he even grind this stuff up anyways...]