stop me if you've heard this one before

[supraliminally]

Who: Anybody, plus some Yakumos
When: Day 121, noon
Where: The public kitchen!
What: Productive members of society and not-so-productive members of society

 [Two Yakumos walk into a public kitchen...

One of them (the sane one with the fluffy fox tails) is working diligently at the stove, cooking up what seems to be a wide variety of fresh ingredients gathered from our new locale - fruits and berries from bushes, some fish from the river, nuts, various kinds of meat and even herbs and flowers. For the most part it seems like she is experimenting with different flavors - everything here is new and a little bit different, after all - but whatever the result, it sure smells delicious, even from the other end of the hall.

The other Yakumo (the crazy one) has a pile of massive bones on the table in front of her, and also a number of what appear to be carving tools. Depending on when you show up, you may find her leaned over, carving delicate items out of bone. Or you may find her looking up, attempting to balance a long, straight bone (perhaps a femur?) on her forehead. ]

Comments

[melonlord]

[coming in, covered in mud]

Great, lunch!

[calkyuulator]

No.

Wash up first.

[melonlord]

Do I have to?

[calkyuulator]

Yes, you have to.

[supraliminally]

[YOU BROKE HER CONCENTRATION

the bone balancing on her head clatters to the ground]

Aaaaaaw...

[melonlord]

What were you doing?

[supraliminally]

I was right in the middle of an extremely important and delicate operation. It's totally your fault that I messed it up.

[likebigboats]

[Someone's head is splitting and is feeling extremely ill from the night before. Might just hog a sink.]

Maker, I'm going to be sick.

[supraliminally]

Not in the sink, I hope.

[likebigboats]

What? It's better than the floor, isn't it?

[supraliminally]

Depends on whose floor.

[calkyuulator]

There seems to be a perfectly suitable outdoors for that purpose.

[likebigboats]

[waving a hand carelessly in her direction]

Far too much trouble, cutie.

[calkyuulator]

Given that I'm currently preparing food for the population of this citadel and one's appetite does tend to be terribly ruined by the presence of vomit in one's meal...

...you'll simply have to not consider it trouble.

[misterious]

[ Observing both of them, before she says anything. ]

[calkyuulator]

*Just cooking. For everyone.*

[misterious]

Would you like assistance?

[calkyuulator]

That does ruin the entire idea of me cooking for the entirety of this tower...

[supraliminally]

Oh? Kitty-kitty?

[Check me out, I'm carving some chopsticks.]

[misterious]

[ flatly: ]

A-mew-sing, Yukari-san.

Where'd the bones come from?

[supraliminally]

Do you know, I found them inside one of those bison. Isn't that a strange place for them?

[nometal_alchemist]

*attracted by the smell, coming over to see what you're up to*

It smells great.

[calkyuulator]

Ah, you're too kind. Please, wait just a while longer until it's ready.

[nometal_alchemist]

You're the one preparing food, I should be calling you "kind."

[calkyuulator]

Will you also praise the clouds' kindness for the rain?