dramatispersonae | Wako's Heart

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Wako's Heart

You are standing in the middle of the main street of a sizable downtown area.

The early morning sun hangs low in the east. The air is salty and fresh – and oh man is your nose sharp! You can smell the people who came in here with you from yards away! Other stuff smells that strong, too! There is a spring breeze in the air. How do you know it’s spring? You just do. It’s the vibe here. Tropical trees and flowers grow in window boxes and small gardens. There are fairly standard shops (a movie theater! A book store! Small clothing boutiques! And so on), with trucks, cars, and bicycles parked at the curbs. There are no people or animals in sight, but there’s birdsong hanging in the air. It seems to be coming in every direction.

Oh. And you’re dressed like stripper clowns.

(( OOC at #zerotime ))

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[checks if whatever's being cooked is what Sugata cooked for Wako's birthday]

[ There's nothing in the pot, but since everyone has super-smell in this game, you'll be able to pick out that the fridge smells like it has lots of food, and so does the cupboard with the post-it. ]

[looks for a spoon to stick in empty pot. Checking if it's actually empty or just invisible]

[ There are plenty of spoons among all the utensils! But yeah, the pot is empty. ]

[checks the cupboards, then the fridge]

[ They're filled with whatever ingredients were at the front of your mind when you opened them -- the though the fridge only has things that go in a fridge and the cupboard only has things that don't need to be refrigerated ]

[so, if I was thinking of blood...]

[ That uncorked bottle of red wine looks oddly thick. ]

[closes the fridge, thinks of milk and opens it again]

[ Milk. ]

[closes the fridge and heads out of the kitchen]

Would you throw me a bone here?

[following] A batch of ingredients and the stove on. I hope we won't expected to cook, because I haven't the foggiest how.

I know the ingredients but no idea of how to cook them.

[ There's the sound of a stomach rumbling.

Like the birdsong, it seems like it's coming from everywhere. ]

... right. We're cooking.

I don't suppose magic will happen if we just throw them in a pot.

Right, come on.

[yes, yes, that's what we're doing]

[ What are you throwing in the pot? ]

[please tell me we're using your set of ingredients because vague ideas of food and vat-grown meat is probably not as appetizing]

[we're throwing in badly chopped onions to begin with]

[is there magic, please tell me there's magic]

What tastes good with those...

Salt, pepper, garlic, rice... that's what he quested for, that time.

[ A memory is beaming into your heads!

This memory takes place in this very kitchen. Wako is in the kitchen with two boys, and they’re chatting.

Wako: So, what's the plan?
Takuto: We're not good enough to bake a cake, but I think we can handle curry.
Sugata: Sit down. You're the guest of honor.
Wako: Wow, you two look great in aprons!

The two boys start cooking, and the talking continues.

Sugata: Takuto, did you have a girlfriend in middle school?
Takuto: I didn't go out with anyone.
Wako: But did you like anyone?
Takuto: What's with all the questions?
Wako: You must have been popular. I bet you made all the girls cry.

Suddenly, Sugata makes an agonized noise and looks like he’s in extreme pain.

Takuto: What's wrong?
Sugata: It hurts...
Wako: Wow, I've never seen you cry, Sugata!

Takuto snaps a picture with a small camera.

Takuto: I borrowed this camera from Hiroshi. Didn't think I'd use it here... This picture's a keeper!
Wako, wide-eyed: Wow!
Takuto: Look, Wako!
Sugata: Pretty bold move for a freeloader...
Takuto: Hey, those onions aren't supposed to go in yet! Weren't the carrots and stuff going in in a bit? You didn't even cut them?
Sugata: Even onions must be punished for making an innocent person cry.
Takuto: You're not innocent, you dumped whole onions in the pot!
Sugata: I object! ]

The memory blurs slightly, and moves to a different room. Wako is sitting at the head of a long table in an elegant dining room with beautiful big windows. The two boys are standing on either side of her.

Takuto, handing over an old-looking pocket watch: And this is for you, too.
Wako: Isn't this watch...
Takuto: All my cash went up in the fire. This is all I've got for a present.

Wako opens the pocketwatch. There’s a picture of a young woman with an umbrella.

Takuto: It's my mom.
Wako: Isn't this watch really important to you?
Takuto: That's why I want you to have it. Keep it with you from now on.

Wako blushes.

Takuto: What about you, Sugata?
Sugata: I haven't brought a present.
Wako: It's the thought that counts.
Takuto: Well then. This is Sugata's present.

Takuto places a knife in front of Wako.

Sugata: When did you...
Takuto: This is the knife Sugata has always carried to protect you. It's his devotion to you.
Wako: So you got me an old watch and a creepy knife.
Sugata: They're pretty awful presents.
Wako, smiling: They're the best presents. Thank you so much. I'll treasure them.

Then they go to a photobooth and take dumb pictures that make fun of Sugata’s onion issues. ]

[...wow...that's...cute...]

Heh. It's a lot better with sound.

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