26th Flight: [Voice]

[skyborne_mage]

[As Luceti's populace struggles with attempts to sort out messed-up memories and personality warpings, some of the residents are combating more... mundane problems.

The journal flops open to reveal a panicked Arche fussing with something in a pan.]

Come on, don't you burn on me... Oh crap!

[She jumps over to another pan, reaching for it... and completely forgetting to grab an oven mitt as she does so.]

Yeowch! [And, of course, she drops it, the contents spilling all over the floor. She slips on them, falling out of sight of the journal, and then clambers back up to turn off the stove. She looks at the results of her endeavors.]

... Dammit, why does this always happen. Every time I try to cook... [She sighs, turning around.] Where's Mint when I need-

[She cuts off as she notices the journal open... and recording.] Oh hell, how long has this thing been on?

Comments

[Voice]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[On the grounds that Dhaos' life is now alternating between really, really boring and traumatizing, and by god if entertainment presents itself he is going to take advantage of it.]

If not you, then this cursed enclosure does. And as it was you who injured yourself performing what is apparently the simplest of cooking procedures, it is from you that I collect my due.

[Voice]

[skyborne_mage]

[Hey, that's life in Luceti for ya, Dhaos. Get used to it.]

So what you're saying is, it's nothing personal, you're just feeling sadistic today.

[Voice]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[At least he's trying again!]

Precisely.

[Sadistic and brazen, apparently.]

[Voice]

[skyborne_mage]

You... are...

[She grits her teeth and makes the most fascinating noise behind them, a sort of combination of gnashing and growling. Finally she just reaches out for the journal.]

We're done here, you jackass.

[And she slams the book shut.]

[Obviously Not Here]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Arche obviously can't see it, but Dhaos smirks a little and closes the journal.

Vengeance.]