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Who: You
When: Day 40, Early Afternoon
Where: Kitchen(= In the common area
What: Magic!

[At approximately the 3 o'clock hour on day 40, there is a loud, odd noise, a bit like a party blower crossed with an explosion. On the wall in the common area you will find the large, irridescent words:]

Well done.

[And you might be somewhat taken with very obvious changes to the building in the north-east corner of the level 3 common area.

First off, it's low front wall has now been covered with a shining metal counter top, complete with indents and glass covers, rather like any mess hall food line. Beyond that you can see a fully formed, industrial grade kitchen. Metal counters for prep areas, shelving for storage, white ceramic plate, bowls, silverware and glasses. Shelves full of stainless steel pots and pans of every size and need, and drawers full of excellent cooking knives (but having come from Hok, they will instantly go dull if used for any purpose other than cooking). Bakeware can also be found, including sheet pans and bread pans, muffin trays and bunt pans.

Large appliances have been taken care of too. There are at least four large ovens, several gas stovetop burners and a large griddle that has a grill attachment. In the corner there is even a brick oven, perfect for wood fire baking. There are several deep sinks, for cleaning dishes and plenty of space to dry them. An entire shelf is full of bright, durable white towels for the task.

And, if you venture into the kitchen and to the back, you will discover walk in pantry, fridge, and freezer. The pantry has been generously stocked with spices, as well as some basic god given baking supplies: sugar, flour, cocoa, yeast, and so on.

Finally, just outside the kitchen itself, there are several long, mess hall style wooden tables.

Basically, Thusia, you have a fully stocked kitchen, with everything you need to feed the populace, minus the actual food and, of course, chefs.]

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Becca, don't.

Shadow please...

[She's already starting to cry, though she's trying desperately not to.]

I mean it.

I gave ya a lot o trust because I thought ya returned it.

Shadow...I'm trusting you with everything I have to give... I just... I don't know how to give more than that... I'm damaged... I'm...

[sinking to the ground]

I'm not good enough to be your friend...

...don't do that. It feels like yer trying to manipulate me.

And yer not the only one damaged.

[And that gets her to break out into sobbing.]

I'm not, Shadow... I'm not, I... I really feel that way, I...

Maybe I should just...go...

...just trust me, Becca.

That's all ya can do. I'm doing what I can for yer benefit. Even if it doesn't seem that way at first. I know what I'm doing.

I...I'm trying... Oh god Shadow I'm trying... It hurts. It feels like something's trying to claw its way out of my chest it hurts. But I'm trying...

...that's good. Ya should be feeling that.

Because when ya feel that, ya learn yer not supposed to repeat the action that caused it.

No, no what's causing it is trying to let go enough to trust you. I can't let go of things... I can't, Shadow... I don't know how. It's too scary.

...ah.

[There's a long silence.]

It is scary. Terrifying.

But things are generally worse if ya can't.

I feel out of control...I need to handle things myself... I've never trusted anybody to do things for me before... Little things, sure...never something like this...

[She draws her knees to her chest, shuddering a little bit as she clings to them, since she can't cling to him.]

And sometimes ya have too.

No one can always be in control. And no one can go through life happy only depending on themselves.

It's lonely more than anything, being able to trust, but never doing it.

I'm scared... I don't think I can do this...

I want to... You mean so much to me...I love you...I just... I'm scared... I'm weak...

So was I.

Shadow... I'm trying... I don't know how... I want to, I swear to god I want to...

There is no 'know how.' Like I said, ya can't 'teach it.'

[a few deep breaths]

I...I trust you. I'm...pretty sure I'm doing it wrong... I'm scared. I'm so scared I could die... But...I trust you.

Yer not gonna die. I wouldn't do that to ya.

[reaaaaach]

Shadow, please...

Would ya really work to get better if I just forgave ya that easily?

I already feel horrible... I don't know, Shadow. Is it worth it to try to fix something this broken?

Someone thought I was worth it.

They had a lot more reason to not be invested.

I'll try, Shadow. You're...probably one of the only ones I'd try for, too.

Yeah. I...like to think so.