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[swordthrowing]

[S'up, Ladygardens. Yumeko is currently inside the Spaceship — somewhere in the kitchen, most likely, from the looks of the background. On top of the counter she is standing behind, a number of sugar skulls are lined up. She glares at them. The names written on them don't bother her, but—]

"Excuse me," I begin, sounding irritated. [No, that isn't a sudden switch to first person prose. She's just...narrating her actions. For some reason.] "But could someone explain to me what the meaning of this is? I don't know how I'm expected to make adequate meals for Lady Shinki when all that's available to me are...these." I gesture toward the skulls. [And she does, fairly aggressively.]

I set my hands on my hips and sigh. [siiigh] "There's hardly any food to be seen, no matter how far out I go. And to make matters worse, after going too far, I wound up like this," I explain, placing a hand to my chest to indicate myself. I mean the fact that I can't seem to stop narrating my actions, of course. "Does anyone know what to do? It's not as though I don't have any food stored up, but I'd rather not be stingy..."

Comments

[notvitiligo]

The dirt can make food. But you're gonna have more... stuff like your current problem.

Judging from the pattern of this place, it'll get better in a week or so. Hopefully.

[swordthrowing]

I wrinkle my nose and scoff. [scoff!] "I'm not going to serve Lady Shinki something made with dirt, and I've already had my fair share of food doing things it shouldn't, thank you very much."

[notvitiligo]

Well, it's that or malnutrition, so I guess whatever you think is healthier.

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph, I guess... But what if something happens to Lady Shinki because of it?" I frown. [She tucks some hair behind her ear, too, but the gesture is absent-minded enough that it slips through her narration filter.]

[notvitiligo]

"Why don't you ask her?" I ask.

Sorry. It's like a yawn...

[tookupthesword]

[There is a blue haired girl seemingly consumed in laughter about someone's speech impediment happening right now. It does not seem like she will stop soon. Alice isn't going to even try and touch this one.]

[swordthrowing]

"This isn't funny!" I slam my hand down on the counter! [Oh, boy, she's even exclaiming her narration now. One of the skulls tips over and rolls slightly.]

[tookupthesword]

Come on, not even a little?

[swordthrowing]

"Not at all."

[tookupthesword]

Maybe I'm just desperate for a laugh...?

[majin_fukushou]

... Yumeko, dear, did you go to that cafe with the tiny box men again?

[swordthrowing]

"I certainly did not!" I bristle. [She snaps this a little more forcefully than she normally would, being that she's already on edge, but the moment she realizes that—] My eyes widen and I sheepishly look away as I explain, "I tried looking around the jungle to see if there was anything edible growing there, and after a while this just — happened."

[majin_fukushou]

Oh well... While it's not quite as cute as when you were suddenly a child again, this is still pretty endearing~

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph. I don't see how," I mutter. Even if I didn't like it, I can at least see how someone could find my being a child cute, but this... "It's inconvenient. I can't even keep my thoughts to myself."

[majin_fukushou]

Well it's good that I happen to like it when you're this honest about your thoughts.

[loveswaffles]

Well that's random.

[but maybe a little neat.

it'd make for some interesting storytelling. like horror.]

[swordthrowing]

"It's irritating," I correct.

[loveswaffles]

Wouldn't it be better to just not talk to anybody until it goes away?

[swordthrowing]

"Most likely," I agree, "But even when I'm not speaking with anyone, I find myself narrating my actions out loud, and I still have to speak with Lady Shinki in the meantime."

[loveswaffles]

You're right.

It'd seriously get irritating.

[bloomnobly]

What a lovely narration. Have you considered writing a book?

[swordthrowing]

"I am not in the mood to be mocked right now," I reply sharply.

[bloomnobly]

Oh, you must have mistaken mocking for praise.

[swordthrowing]

"Hmph." I don't believe that, but in any case, I say, "I'm a maid, not a novelist."

[bloomnobly]

Dear, then why are you narrating?