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[sicklysweet]

Who: Owen & people witnessing his no good very bad forced openness.
What: Sometimes dungeon run effects aren't super fun?
When: Early October.
Warnings: gazes... likely mentions of child abuse, neglect, death & violence/physical assault, suicidal ideation, mental illness, ptsd, possibly also gender identity, transphobia and homophobia?? specific cws will be in the threads but this is not going to be a fun time for anyone. yay!

If anyone wants a thread with Owen while under the effect still, I am a) still working on some more starters but b) feel free to ask for one! Or if you want one in the fallout. There won't be anything tied to the event in this post, however, so wait for me over there.

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[trollophoroi]

To be more comforta... ble?

[ The decor critique ends when he turns to see the shark kigu. Oh. Wait. Why didn't he get one of those?! Ugh, whatever. He is going to get himself situated before the bottle gets thrown at least. The last thing he needs is to end up face-first on the floor for the next 24 hours.

Well, good... night? Yeah. Good night, losers. ]

[sicklysweet]

[Sorry your RNG luck is bad Fandaniel!!

Anyways.

Twenty-four hours later, Owen wakes up. He’s as disoriented as one would expect after that much sleep, and he doesn’t feel particularly rested. That’s probably the emotional exhaustion talking, because remembering everything that happened…

Blech.

It’s not helped by the aching emptiness of his stomach, but he’s slow to actually drag himself up and out of bed, pausing once upright to look for Fandaniel. He’s still there, right… Awake and alive.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel is still there! And alive, too! But awake?

Oh, no, definitely not. He continues to sleep, curled up on one side, back to Owen, snoring gently. However, he's also Mr. Chef in Telophoroi, so if Owen wants something fresh, he's going to need to wake him up. ]

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[Rude, honestly. Owen frowns down at Fandaniel, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. It's not much of a shake, considering Owen doesn't have much strength to him and he doesn't want Fandaniel to startle awake and like - smack him in the nose or something.]

Wake up, idiot.

[trollophoroi]

[ There's a quiet grumble at the little shake, though it'll be the words that get him to stir and shift about only enough to look at Owen without fully turning over.

But he was sleeeepiiiing. Ugh. ]

Yes, yes, I'm up, what is it?

[sicklysweet]

[Now that he's awake, he gets another shake.]

Make me breakfast.

[Not even a good morning...]

[trollophoroi]

[ It earns a quiet laugh, at least. Really now... ]

As though aiding you in your time of need and keeping you company in this abysmally plain and uncomfortable bed was not enough.

[ But he rolls over to his back and pushes himself up to sit. ]

Are you feeling better after the nap?

[ If one can call sleeping an entire 24 hours a nap. ]

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[Owen pulls his hand back, sliding out of bed.]

It’s your guild, I’m not about to barge into your kitchen and leave you in my bed. Which is perfectly comfortable, even if it’s plain.

[There’s nothing wrong with his bed!

But…]

Well, I don’t feel like spilling my guts anymore, but I am starving.

[trollophoroi]

[ Everything is wrong with this bed! Owen! ]

Well, good. I am glad my plan worked so well.

[ But once Owen is out of the way, Fandaniel follows suit, sliding out of the bed and back to his feet with a loooong stretch of his arms once he's up. ]

Mm, let's see. What are you feeling like? I made sure to stock up the guild with every foodstuff I could find.

[sicklysweet]

[It functions as a bed!! So it's fine!!]

I'd have strangled you in your sleep if it hadn't.

[Is he being serious or not... Who knows. But as for breakfast... Owen thinks for a moment, frowning.]

...Waffles. With lots of whipped cream.

[Fruit would be nice, but do they even have fruit in the game... Owen hasn't leveled any profession at all so he has no idea...]

[trollophoroi]

[ Sorry, next time Owen comes in here to sleep, he'll find Cultist Grunty has redecorated completely. It's going to be a full bedroom, sucker, with lots of pillows, silk sheets, a goddamn nightstand. Prepare thyself. ]

Oh, Owen, don't threaten me with something I would enjoy.

[ Ha ha, is that a joke or...? But anyway. He'll bring his arms back down, stretch them out ahead of him, fingers lacing together so that he can push them out and stretch them, too, aaaand done. ]

Waffles? I am unsure if we have a waffle iron but let us go check the kitchen.

[sicklysweet]

[He will not be prepared in the slightest.]

Maybe it can be a treat after breakfast.

[How can the kitchen not half a waffle iron? Owen will file a complaint with CC Corp if there isn’t one.

But he’ll start shuffling towards the kitchen, making a half-hearted attempt to comb through his hair with his fingers. He’ll need to shower after breakfast…]

If not waffles, I guess pancakes would be fine. American-style ones that are fluffy and sweet…

[Not English pancakes, that are flat and sad and just bootleg crepes.]

[trollophoroi]

I did see them in the little kitchen shop in the mall area, but! We cannot actually keep anything we purchase there.

[ Very rude of the game for that. ]

Ah, but pancakes! Pancakes I can do. You will have to specify how much sugar you want, though. I tend to have a lighter hand on sugar than Americans.

[ But it's off to the kitchen with them, Fandaniel not bothering to put the boots of his skin back on, instead wandering out into the @ home in socks like this was nothing more than a stroll through his own home. There is, of course, a cheerful "good morning, my lords, hehehe~!" from Cultist Grunty on the way there. ]

[sicklysweet]

It’s weird you can’t bring any of that junk back, but if you go to the salon it sticks.

[The rules of this game make no sense…

Owen shoots Fandaniel a look - he’s still in his shark kigu, so it’s not like he can judge the fashion - but does he need to ask how sweet Owen wants his pancakes? What’s the point if it’s not so sweet you want to die?]

I want it so sweet you can barely stomach it.

[trollophoroi]

[ So sweet he can barely...

Fandaniel's step slows and he shoots a look towards Owen, face scrunching in an expression of disgust. Of all the things Owen has said and done, it's that, that, which actually grosses Fandaniel out. Amazing. ]

Surely not.

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[Ah. There it is. The disgusted look on Fandaniel’s face is precisely what Owen’s been looking for this whole time, and he cackles.]

What, you don’t want your teeth to rot?

[There’s another burst of giggles.]

I don’t really care how sweet it is, so long as it tastes good and you don’t burn anything.

[trollophoroi]

Somehow I doubt CC Corp included any dentists in the beta test, so, hmm, no, I think I will try and avoid that.

[ What class would a dentist even play, he idly wonders, but soon enough they arrive in the kitchen and he immediately sets about getting a mixing bowl, his pans, oil, and other supplies out for pancakes. ]

However, you do insult me by thinking anything I make will not taste good or that I would ever burn a pancake. Honestly, Owen...

[sicklysweet]

Pity, that.

[A dentist would probably play something boring...

Owen will not be any help at all, instead pulling himself up onto the counter so he can watch.]

You'd be surprised what the most capable people will manage to bungle. There has to be something you just can't do, and what if that was cooking pancakes?

[trollophoroi]

[ yeah boring like macabre dance— i mean ]

If it were not for the fact that pancakes are painfully simple, I would agree that it very well could be, but! No. My pancakes will all be lovely. A dish I've never made before, however, I will give you that. I could very well need to try several times to get it right.

[ Regardless, he's going to go about making the batter. Flour, eggs, sugar, a nice tasting extract or two from in-game plants or monsters rather than a simple vanilla. ]

[sicklysweet]

[debuffs you debuffs you debuffs you]

Well, now I want to see you make something new. It would be fun to watch you struggle, for once.

[Struggle with something that isn't, like. Having emotions and healthy reactions to things, that is.

Owen keeps himself busy just sitting there, watching and waiting and being as patient as he can possibly be.]

[trollophoroi]

Oh? Do you think that highly of me?

[ To think he doesn't struggle? Admittedly, his struggles are purely mental and those tend to be less obvious. On the outside, he functions and he does so very well. Although, for now, all the functioning he's doing is making pancakes, and the kitchen soon fills with the sound of sizzling batter on a hot-buttered pan and the delightful smell of a sweet breakfast. ]

Why don't you name a few things you think I may not know the recipe for? We can make a game of it some other day.

[sicklysweet]

Well, I definitely don't think you're perfect.

[Fandaniel is a total dweeb, after all. He might be a mostly functional adult and a very intelligent man, or whatever, but he probably can't do the splits.

The pancakes smell good, though... He's so hungry. He's also not sure asking an English person about recipes is a best idea - he might have left the country ages ago, but there are some things you cannot forget even if he would hardly enjoy them.]

Let's see... Sticky toffee pudding, mince pies, Eccles cakes, stargazey pie....?

[One of those is a curveball, but he's not telling Fandaniel which one.]

[trollophoroi]

You people and your pies...

[ How many pies do the English have? Only the first two ring a bell, however, and the remaining two earn a puzzled look from Fandaniel before he turns back to flipping pancakes. The first stack is almost ready. ]

What in the world are Eccles cakes and stargazey pies?

[sicklysweet]

What's wrong with pies?

[They're delicious!]

If I told you what they were, would it really be that fun? You could just guess.

[That's part of the challenge! Nobody said it had to be fair.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Pies, pies, pies. He'll make five dozen and expect Owen to eat every last one at this rate. ]

I could guess but I will guess incorrectly. [ Which is what Owen wants, isn't it? Maybe he should just give that to him, the little shit. ] For all I know, you've begun making up food for the fun of it because who actually studies British cuisine?