Random Scenario Thing

[forblaze]

0 × Recruitment. I want you(!) to join our army! Remember to always give in to whatever ridiculous demands they want. Alternatively, they've just joined the army and you're trying to make a good first impression. 1 × Shopping. It's your duty to make sure the army stays supplied some how so make sure you pick the best weapons and sell what you need to get the funds. Wait, no! You can't sell that! It has sentimental value! 2 × Watch duty. Morning, day, evening, and night; someone has to keep a look out around camp! You wouldn't want any brigands or monsters to sneak into camp and cause trouble. 3 × Training. Wake up, wake up, rise and shine, daisies. Lesson one: A soldier must have discipline and what better way to prove that than by waking up before sunrise for some intense exercise? 4 × Healing tent. You used to be a great soldier until you took an arrow to the knee. Injuries are bound to happen on the battle field so you might as well get used to finding the healing tent now. 5 × Benched. You haven't been benched! You're just… holding down the fort while everyone else goes off to fight. 6 × Romance. Is now really the time for a confession? Did you even realize you were in love? Chat it up and get those A/S supports going. 7 × Restoration. The war is over and as much as you want to relax, there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. 8. × Desert level. The sun is blazing, the sand is hot, it's hard to get around, and did you just trip on some buried treasure or run into a mirage village's wall? 9× RNG. Shenanigans.

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[twitchery]

I, er...do I really have to say it?

[He might've had some bonding time with his mom earlier.

...and then Libra intervened because they were two culinary disasters.

...

And then Miriel was attracted to the hot mess and scienced up the other half. And he felt really awkward having his friends' parents help him with stuff. But. Shut. Up.]

[geronimoe]

[Yes, he nearly says, but stops himself. It's clear Owain's apology is sincere, at least from what he sees. Gerome was prickly, but not so much that he would kick a man whom had already lain himself low.

Eyes back on one of the slices, he pauses before reaching and drawing one of the slices in front of him, fork along with it.]

Not as long as it was a credible source. [Muttering as he pokes his fork into the cake,] I should rather not eat a cake made by Noire's mother.

[twitchery]

Nah, I made it. [This is likely not going to help.]

[geronimoe]

[The fork pauses in midair just before Gerome can take a bite.

He looks down at the slice. Thank gods he's wearing this mask. But all in all, the cake looks harmless enough. Good, even. But Owain really made this?

Regardless, Gerome would feel bad if he didn't eat it. He lowers the fork to speak.]

I... had no idea that you knew how to bake.

[twitchery]

I didn't! I had my mom help me. [And there's a pause.] And she had some help...

[Yeah, the look on Laurent's mom's face before she ultimately stepped in is something he remembers. It is engraved upon his soul. Just her reaction upon seeing their culinary carnage.]

[geronimoe]

[Ah. If Lissa and another adult had a hand in it, it should be fine, right....

But just in case. Gerome shakes his head, reaching for the other slice.]

Minerva cannot eat chocolate. [He pushes the plate back towards Owain.] You are free to consume this cake on her behalf.

[AKA if Gerome's going down then so are you.]

[twitchery]

...are you sure? [Suddenly he has less faith in his offering. Fortunately he managed to keep from recoiling in horror, but...less faith. Trusting his stomach to the cake seems perilous.

...as does waking Minerva, she seems asleep.

...crap.]

[geronimoe]

Completely.

[Don't think he doesn't see that hesitation. You dug this hole, Owain.]

[twitchery]

[Deep breath. Reaches for the cake. Takes it, hesitantly. Mutters something almost completely under his breath about heroes and challenges and not backing down from them. He's girding his loins, at least metaphorically because doing it literally would be weird right now.

And then a fork of cake is scooped up and he stares at it and sees within it his doom. It goes inside of his mouth.

He has a very weird expression upon taking a bite. He is unsure.]

[geronimoe]

[Gerome brings his fork back into his hand, the little bit of cake brought up to his mouth, but he's hesitating himself. Not just because of his skepticism either. Owain is making the most bizarre-looking face, just before he finally eats it.

Well. Bottoms up. Gerome steels himself and opens his mouth again before closing it around the bit of cake.]

[twitchery]

[Quietly chews, swallows.] Is it just me or, er, does it taste...strange?

[Not necessarily bad weird, but one of those cases in which you know there's something off. And that off might just be the recipe having a little too much of this or a little too much of that but ultimately no big deal or it might be the ominous foreshadowing of bladder problems later.]

[geronimoe]

[Gerome sets his fork down slowly.

Then the presses sets his hand to his mouth. And swallows.

There is an ominous pause. That's it. That't the tag.]

[twitchery]

...I'm seriously really sorry. I swear.

[geronimoe]

Please excuse me.

[Gerome's retreat to the restroom is one that initially happens slowly, and then with immense speed. Like a racing comet.

Whatever Miriel did to the cake, she hadn't taken out the fiber.]