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Event - Lullaby

Lullaby

➥ For You Never Shut Your Eye

Photo of a small grassy area within an urban environment. Two men are passed out across the grass and sidewalk. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, supernaturally-induced sleep disorders/somniloquy, needles/injections)

The line between waking and sleep is beginning to blur. People will find themselves sleeping far too much, but it never feels like enough. The music is growing more prevalent and persistent throughout town. The effect is still weaker within the building, but as October wears on, more and more people are affected and ADI staff are more intent than ever to find the source and also figure out how to block the effects. Characters will find themselves conscripted (between Halloween Party preparations) into assisting with building or testing anti-music and sleep devices along or with helping to try to track down the source of the music.

For those helping to build and test devices, there is an R&D lab in the basement levels of ADI that will be available. Devices native staff have been able to devise include:

Headphones that play different frequencies to try to cancel out the sound of the singing.
An armband that periodically stabs a small needle into the arm with a small dosage of adrenaline.
Headbands set to a constant low vibration.

The efficacy of all of these devices is… questionable, but perhaps others may have their own expertise to lend to the efforts, attempting something on a broader scale than just personal protection devices.

For those helping to track the source of the music, finding it seems to be impossible, but there is a definite pattern that characters will note as the days pass. The epicenters of the music are moving, migrating out of the graveyards and converging on ADI Headquarters. As this goes on, the building will become less and less of a safe haven, the music penetrating its walls and affecting the staff there more heavily. You might find yourself having to help a neighbor who's fallen asleep while working. Or you might not even be able to fully tell they've fallen asleep as they sleepwalk and talk almost like they're actually still conscious. Even those who have never been prone to sleepwalking and talking may find themselves affected and… far more open with what they say when in the unguarded state of semi-unconsciousness.

➥ Till the Sun Is In the Sky

A caucasian woman is lying on the floor, eyes closed. The room is dark around her with a spotlight shining on her. A secondary image of the woman, semi-transparent and wrapped in white clothes floats just above the woman on the floor. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, thanatophobia, character death, death by poisoning, blood, choking, emetophobia, death by crushing)

By the 25th, some people may find waking up to be a challenge in and of itself. But they do manage to wake up. Seemingly. Perhaps the day is much like any other, heading to ADI or out around the city, grabbing coffee and- something is wrong. Something is very wrong. That cup of coffee you just drank had tasted a little different than usual. A touch of almond to it? It hits you that your throat is burning, bile and blood rising up and choking you as you hack and gasp and vomit. Your legs grow weak, you're losing control of everything, falling, dying.

And then you wake up.

Just a nightmare. Just a bizarre and horrible nightmare. You head out and… is this home? You're home! Or maybe… wait, this doesn't seem right. Have you gone somewhere else? Some things might be familiar, memories intertwined and mixing with fantastical elements, some your own, some not. You notice people you recognize, ones who might be as confused as you are. This isn't where they should be and they remember dying, too. Or seeing you die or someone else. It doesn't make sense, but somehow, they remember they had a dream they shared last night. And then something falls from above and nearly crushes you or your partner. Or maybe it does crush them, and you're suddenly looking at a dead body as the world and this nightmare that feels so very real becomes more and more hostile. Maybe something falls on you.

And then you 'wake up.'

➥ When the Blazing Sun Is Gone

Three sheet ghost halloween decorations stand in a line. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced sleep/fatigue, thanatophobia, character death, body horror, detailed description of painful physical transformation, description of the loss and regrowth of teeth, violence, mental status alterations, temporary power-loss, spiders)

Even with people dropping left and right thanks to the odd sleep effect taking hold, ADI staff are hellbent that their Halloween party will not be completely ruined. And on the 28th (a little before the actual holiday), everyone wakes up. Or… seems to. For those trapped in dreams, it will seem very much that they've woken up, the music has stopped, and they can actually carry on. For a few days, it even seems like things are normal. The party on the 31st is a blow-out bash. The entire first floor of ADI HQ has been transformed with decorations. The canteen is serving festive food and has set up a dance floor with holiday-appropriate music playing. Some of the offices feature additional activities, including party games like bobbing for apples in a trough that's been brought in, a guess this gross food booth, and more general party games. For a quieter time, there are also areas set up with board games and card games to play. And for some extra fun spooks a mini-haunted maze has been set up with faux spiders and webs, along with other goofy-looking monster creatures.

It's around 9 PM when the music and lights suddenly cut out. There's nothing for several seconds. Then, a voice begins to sing, filling the halls of ADI. It's a young girl's voice.

"Bye-bye, bye-bye,
Quickly you will die,
On the morning will be frost,
And you’ll go to the graveyard, the graveyard.

Grandfather will come there, too,
And he will bring the coffin.
Grandmother will come along,
Her tears, they will not soften.
Mama sings the prayer song, then,
And falls down on her knees.
Daddy takes you to the grave,
No one can hear his pleas.

Bye-bye, bye-bye,
Quickly you will die,
On the morning will be frost,
And you’ll go to the graveyard, the graveyard.

As the last notes of the song fade away, all hell breaks loose. Those who had been wearing particular sorts of costumes, ones that are more monstrous in nature, may find themselves transforming, growing, twisting, shifting. It's not a clean change, but a violent, agonizing one that cracks bones, tears and reshapes muscles and tendons, pushes out teeth to make room for new ones. Those transformed will find themselves compelled to chase, to hunt, to kill anyone they can get their claws, teeth, or other appendages on.

For those who stay themselves, it's not just their transformed friends who pose a danger, but the decorations they've set up, as well. Those fake giant spiders and webs? They're no longer fake. Neither are any of the other demonic little creatures. The goal of everything in ADI and even outside for those who manage to make it out the doors, is to remind you how very, very mortal you are. Those typically possessed of fantastic abilities will find that they have been sapped away. There's no calling on magic or innate abilities. You are mortal and you are going to die like everything mortal does.

In the chaos, characters will catch glimpses of a young girl flitting amongst the chaos, seeming unperturbed by it all. Trying to catch up to her or speak to her is fruitless, but she's there, and she's humming that song from before.

➥ When He Nothing Shines Upon

A caucasian woman has just woken up and stares grumpily at her phone. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: supernaturally-induced fatigue/malaise, thanatophobia)

Those who are killed at the party will find themselves waking up wherever they actually fell asleep a few hours or even days ago. If your character was one of the lucky few who somehow managed to escape the effect, you'll notice people waking up all over ADI HQ and elsewhere. There are no signs of damage on the bodies, but those who died in the dreams will find themselves feeling incredibly weak and generally ill for several hours to several days after the experience.

The music has actually stopped, and this time, it would seem you've actually woken up. Depending on how long you were passed out for, that may be a more unpleasant experience for some than others. There's a message posted from a random ADI employee's phone a few days later to the network:

Mr. S was right. This was fun! I'll have to come back next year to play with you. - Ava, the Lullaby Girl

P.S. Sorry for stealing your phone, horsegirl67. But I wanted to say, hi. C:

Unfortunately, there are no further messages and attempts to respond to the message will receive no reply for now.

But... fortunately…? All of the Halloween preparations are still up, and there's a festive party to attend if anyone actually feels keen on trying it in real life. Pam Ruan, the main organizer is bloody-minded about it now and will have her God damn Halloween party, but those who work themselves up to attend out of festive spirit or morbid curiosity will find it a distinctly muted affair that breaks early in the evening.

Happy Halloween, Gloucester!

➥ Mod Notes

GENERAL - Players are welcome to play NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompt should be sufficient and you're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. The Lullaby Girl (Ava) can be seen throughout character dreams, but they will not be able to interact with her during this event. They will either wake up or simply find that the physics of the dream are warped and she cannot be reached or there's a sheet of glass between her and the character or whatnot.
FOR YOU NEVER SHUT YOUR EYE (15-24 October) - Characters are welcome to develop their own devices for attempting to stop the music. Characters will have modern day technology available to them along with a few slightly more advanced electronics and tools. Please do not go too out there. This isn't Tony Stark's array of tools and the like. But characters can create additional devices to test within reason. Some of them may be more or less effective, but with how sporadic the effect is, it might be difficult to tell what's actually working or not. There can also be negative side-effects from devices, if you'd like to play those out. Characters with the appropriate magical charge may also attempt to supernaturally block the music, but this will not be condoned or facilitated by ADI. Characters searching for the source of the music will not be able to find it, just discover that it is moving. For characters who are sleep-talking, they may find themselves unusually honest. They may or may not recall conversations with other characters and all that they told them.
TILL THE SUN IS IN THE SKY (25-27 October) - Characters will experience repeated nightmares of dying in a shared dreamscape. They will remember every time that they die in the dreams. Feel free to get as creative and gruesome with this as you would like. These are dreams and fantastical situations that might not actually happen (e.g., a robot showing up and shooting a laser through your character) may occur. Players are welcome to introduce elements of their memories into the nightmares and mix those memories around between characters who might wind up in a dream together. Please ensure all top-levels are appropriately tagged for any and all content warnings. Add content warnings as you go along, if needed. Dying in the dreams will trigger the sense of waking up. This can be a fake wake-up or characters might actually wake for a short while and find others passed out around them.
WHEN THE BLAZING SUN IS GONE (28-31 October) - Again, this will be a shared dreamscape where characters will be under the illusion (at first) that all has returned to normal. For those who investigate, everything seems to be real, nothing too off, excepting the night of the Halloween party. Once the Lullaby Girl finishes her song, characters who are dressed in costumes that depict animals or other monstrous creatures may find themselves transformed into their costumes. Transformed characters may gain powers for the duration of this prompt/event related to their monstrous forms without mod approval. Go wild, kill your friends and neighbors, and generally trash everything around you. The decorations that come to life will be attempting to murder all characters, transformed or not. If characters escape into the city, they will find all of the festive decorations out there have come to life and want to kill them, as well. Death is unavoidable for this particular prompt, but it can be something swift and painless or something drawn out and horrible at player discretion. It is the only way to actually wake a character fully. Players also have the option of keeping their characters awake. They will not experience the shared dreamscape and will just be stuck with a lot of unconscious people around them for the duration of this portion of the event.
WHEN HE NOTHING SHINES UPON (31 October) - Ava, the Lullaby Girl, cannot be contacted or immediately located, but she will be available in future plots for interactions with characters. There is no immediate information regarding who Mr. S. is. Players may have the general sleep/death malaise last for a minimum of two hours and a maximum of three days. Regular medications for the flu can ameliorate some of the symptoms, but they will ultimately clear up on their own. Characters may wake up in whatever state players would like. Feel free to play out the effects of them having been slumped in a corridor for three days without food or water. It's going to be a bad time all around. Those who attend the real Halloween party will be thanked profusely by Pam and showered with candy. At least they'll get a few HR brownie points?

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It did. I think maybe all of our minds being connected together made it more solid than a normal dream.

[Martin feels no short of extremely bad for everything that's happened in the last month, especially to his and Jon's newest roommate. Not that he's responsible for his well-being or anything, but between perpetual constant guilt over things that aren't his fault and guilt for things he actually thinks he could have warned better for, he's just dying over here. Doing this over text seems less weird, right? Right. Sure.]

Not always. This one was... pretty extreme. Usually it's easier to avoid.

Sorry, by the way. We should've warned you how dangerous this stuff could be.

[Martin isn't actually sure what he expects when everything goes to hell and people are trying to help-- he's a little jumpy around anyone using magic even for good thanks to his own past. And yet, he still manages to find himself desperately afraid when the man in front of him loses his confidence and everything is bad, actually.

Instead, he grabs at his arm and wrenches him backwards, anywhere away from the center of the room.]

No, I think-- I think we should both go, actually!

[Oh lord please don't turn into something horrible on him.]

"I don't know how a sorcerer teaches." Winter probably teaches differently from most people, but that mostly comes from being a kind of weird (not-)person, himself, more than from any particular school of education.

"No. But it appears to be confined to the building. No one outside has changed." He's looked out some windows and seen nothing out of the ordinary. He hefts his rifle, braced ready on his shoulder, ready to fire the instant there's a sign of actual danger.

Martin had never seen real combat before the Apocalypse back home,but even that-- even this-- feels almost the same in their abstract, overarching fear of the scene. Everything is loud and deadly and terrifying, and Martin doesn't even remember falling asleep, let alone how he possibly could have gotten wherever the absolute hell this is. All of his instincts tell him to keep his head down and shut up, but when he's grabbed he finds himself sputtering and just hoping someone's going to give him an answer to this entire experience.

"You-- w-wait, wh-- what are we even fighting??"

Winter hadn't known, either, and he can only kind of guess from her reaction. He pauses and frowns as she sways, holding out a metal hand to help ease her down so he can have a look at her leg. There's not enough blood for it to be affecting her this badly... and he never really took her for someone to faint at first injury. "Kate. How long have you been fighting?"

[Beau is one of those people lucky enough to not often remember her dreams, or rather, get very good at dismissing them from years of badly-repressed trauma. But this one might almost look familiar, or rather, one where Jon's intrusion doesn't seem out of place.

At first glance, it's a city, albiet one set in time before skyscrapers or cars. People are bustling about, shopping or kids playing in the street, horse drawn carts making their way to market with goods or drunkards stumbling out of taverns. And it's just a normal scene, for a few moments. Until Beau herself enters, running, pushing through the crowd.

Every time she comes into contact with someone, something, or even the pavement beneath her, it seems to twist under her weight until it's looking at her. Every person's eyes are suddenly red, the floors are opening up with those gazes, and they swell out bigger and bigger the longer she lingers. The entire city appears to be one connected fleshy being, growing eyes and eyes and eyes.

And despite her fear, Beau is mostly pretty fucking mad. Meaning when she sees Jon-- without even knowing it's Jon-- she just thinks it's part of the regular horseshit. But that's never meant she can't fight her own subconcious, so here she goes, barreling towards him and yelling.]

Seriously?? Are you doing this shit again? We killed these guys, it's dead, do you hear me??

it does feel like some kind of sick joke doesn't it. hey everyone nice dream party where you all died but come to this real one. surely it is actually real and not another murder zone

[Alright, so this is... not Beau's normal sort of dream. She has nightmares, sure, but they usually involve a lot more almost being murdered in the variety of ways she has come incredibly close to death. Not... clouds and nothingness and void. She's trying to move, figure out what the hell this is coming from, and frankly she's addressing the voice more than she's addressing the real dude at first.]

What the fuck is a pain helmet? A suit of fucking armor? You're the void here, you make a goddamn helmet!

[Oh, wait, there's an actual person she can see here. Sorry in advance that Beau deals with fear by shouting at it.]

Hey, do you know what's going on or have we been kidnapped by a demon or something?

i. [for you never shut your eye]

[Despite the ongoing exhaustion, Beau knows how to keep herself going when everything feels like shit. She's still been trying to do research, figure out what the hell is going on with this place, but it's terribly difficult when her face becomes literally planted in the book more often than not as of late. Sure, people have been doing some weird things to stay awake, but naturally Beau has her own ideas.

You can find her around ADI or even out at the park or outside, a book on the ground, and her doing a surprisingly stable handstand as she reads. Sure, it's a little hard to turn the page, but she's absolutely not going to fall asleep like this. For sure not. After all...

Well, you're very likely to see the results of this, where her eyes eventually flutter closed, she stays still for a few moments, and then collapses into a heap-- only to leap up again screaming.]

Son of a bitch!

[Maybe this plan isn't working as well as she wants it to.]

ii. ['till the sun is in the sky]
cw: fire, explosions, blood, death

[As is the start of every terrible story, everything at first is just fine. You might be imagining a normal day at ADI, or out and about, time turning like it always seemingly does.

Until, of course, the explosions start.

Suddenly, a building nearby bursts into flames, sending debris and flaming pieces as if a bomb was dropped on it. People start screaming and running as another building goes off, the fire quickly spreading from place-to-place as rubble falls and chaos erupts. If you follow the flow of the crowd, it seems to be heading towards a building at the end of the street- a large church, the stained glass windows at the front remaining untouched for now, offering some kind of haven among the chaos. But this lasts only moments-- once you're close enough to think that perhaps you'd be safe inside, the windows burst and shatter forward, and a figure walks out of the broken doors with a brandished sword.

And finally, as the crowd parts, only one person remains- Beau, standing before the other woman, armed with nothing but her fists. For once, she actually looks scared, and doesn't seem to notice what's around her.]

Come on, come on, Yasha-- snap out of it! You can do it, you did it once, just-- stop!

[The other woman is stepping towards her with intent, sword brandished and at the ready. It might behoove you to help-- after all, if she takes down Beau, you're most certainly next.]

iii. [when the blazing sun is gone]

[The plan for this party was to get wildly shitfaced and have a good time after all the fuckery that had been going down. She's dressed very unlike herself tonight, hair let down hiding the undercut and a flowery dress so she can get some use out of her mocking, flirty 'Tracey' persona. But that lasts as long as everything is fine, and surprise, things stop being fine pretty damn quickly.

That said, this means that for her, it's time to throw down. If you're still normal, you might suddenly see a girl come flying in out of nowhere and suckerpunch whatever was most recently terrorizing you in the jaw. If you are the monster, well-- they might not be empowered here, but that doesn't mean a trained monk can't throw a punch. Either way, she's abandoned her shoes and is yelling about it.]

Hey! Get it together, fuck!

[OOC: I know I'm wildly late so I kept my prompts light BUT hit me up at

cancerously or on discord at cancerously#6043 if you want to do one of the other prompts or something else!]

Edited (i know html im certain of it) 2021-11-03 05:25 (UTC)

It's better than nothing, I suppose.

[there is nothing, but it's a direction, and it's better than cowering in the emptiness, waiting for something to happen or not. still, she thinks she hears something distantly, so far away it could be the howling of a storm yet to be born.]

Do you want to lead the way, or should I?

Hehe~ [Was he even trying... (no)]

Be honest. Do you really have preferences, or do you just love all sweets equally? Is there any you'd rather avoid at all, actually?

"I was afraid of that..."

Her shoulders slump lightly, as if it was truly regrettable. She does briefly wonder how he'll feel, once all this is behind them. Is it already crazy of her part to be considering the aftermath, when there is absolutely no end in sight to this terrible night? That sort of thinking is the equivalent of dismissing the entire situation, isn't it?

But it would be convenient to simply die or kill with no consequence, and reality is seldom convenient. It's why she's quite sure there will be more to this, after. Maybe it's just a baseless hunch, maybe it's actually rooted in experience. Either way, it's something that she thinks about, despite the fact that she should really be worrying about herself right now.

"You wouldn't be scared of a horror movie you've already seen several times already, right? It's kind of like that: I can talk to you like this because monsters like what you are now exist where I'm from. Besides, you'll do whatever you feel like no matter how I react, wouldn't you?"

Right? Honestly, I think I'd take another murder zone over going to a party exclusively made up of the people who I may have brutally murdered in a dream that I barely remember.

Work parties are already awkward, I don't need that extra strain.

“Everyone who takes a life has a reason,” Malcolm tells him. “Were you in a relationship?” Oh. Is that too blunt a question? He winces. “Sorry. It’s… not my mystery to solve. You don’t have to answer that.”

Kate grips his metal hand so that she can sit down without falling down. "I don't know. It felt like a while." She really doesn't know how long she had been fighting the pumpkins. Once she is on the ground, she rests her head against the wall. It doesn't stop the room from spinning.

"Winter, I don't feel well." Maybe if she closes her eyes the spinning will stop?

[It’s the sort of rejection of his help that makes Stephen uncertain whether he should press the matter further; for all of his stubbornness, the wiling to be helped is crucial, though one might argue that Tim isn’t in his right mind to facilitate proper decision-making.

But then again, is Stephen? Everything feels so fluid, even the death of this wretched planet might transmogrify into something else, except the dust sweeps away and reveals only a corpse — or the remains of a skeleton, long degraded by time. Time, an unstoppable force that claims all; Time, which he had given away on this exact planet, years ago.

He shuts his eyes, scrubs at his face. It’s so hard to focus here.]

Stop being stubborn, Tim. You’re in pain. How long can you stay like that?

[Gods. Mother Boxes. Batman. The context swirls all around him, but their edges are slippery and unrooted.]

I don’t understand. What’s a Mother Box?

[ 'NO', no, she's right, he was not, ]

Oh~! Well. I'm partial to sweet things in general, you're right! Sugar and I have something of a harmonious relationship... [ looking fondly, like a proud father discussing a prodigal child's accomplishments, ] I wouldn't say there's very much I wouldn't eat, if that's what you mean! I do quite like savory things too, for your information-- but the only sweet I can think of I actively dislike is that black licorice nonsense. Disgusting! Awful. Putrid. Ugh, nauseating.

[ he says while shoving another half of egg sammy in his gob, ]

What about you, Ciel...? I know you quite like curry and spice, but is there a food you'd definitely wrinkle your nose at?

[It's so hard to think. It must've been the dusty grit clinging to the palms of his hands, or the corpse, that summoned this new wind of change. The desert sands are shifting, alternatively uncovering and devouring. It's not all human corpses-- there's a simple charred sedan and there's no way anything lives inside it anymore-- there's the metronomic beeping of medical equipment-- there's suitcases, contents revealing they're ready for a trip that would take month for the business executives they belonged to.

There's the silent and fresh bodies of Z and Owens, their faces frozen in hurt and their chests sliced open. The humvee and camouflage tarp is (and always had been) tauntingly out of reach.

There's a lot of death and it's not even the tip of the iceberg. But this is where things went wrong, where his life burned down (it always is burning. pain? he's had worse. he's survived it all.) and when he began to owe the Demon for his favor.

(It's all because of those damn spiders.)]

A Mother Box is...

[Far above his pay grade to wrap his head around, much less explain.

This world-- they're never going to get out of it.] They were created in New Genesis. They have masters. They know everything and they're like computers. [But alive? They can mourn.

Tim knows mourning.] I don't know. I don't know much about them. [--] I didn't want to bring back the dead. [--] I just wanted to know where to find him, in Time. That's it. I did. I don't know why I even mentioned the Box. It was a dead end.

I would never.

(After all, it's tea made with one's love and care!! How would he hate it?? Could he?? Hate it??? No???

Ren laughs, nodding and moving to one of the tables to wait for the other man.)

[ ok but what if it were the worst cup of tea he's ever tasted?? what then????

...it won't be, but you know.

Abel's setting the electric kettle to warm, smiling over his shoulder as he digs out the Special Tea Bags he's gone and stowed away underneath a cabinet and behind some stock for the pantry. ]

Well! Ren, are you a fan of chamomile? Or maybe lavender~!

[ they're both well known for being calming, after all-- and nerves could certainly use soothing right now, couldn't they? ]

You don't say! [wow she had no idea, it's not like he went out of his way to be ridiculous over sweets since day 1 when they met, 🤔] Oh, I forgot about licorice, now that you mentioned it. I don't mind the taste personally, but it's hard to think of it as part of the sweets family, isn't it? It's so different in every way, more like a cousin thrice removed, maybe?

[Sips... not much left of her tea now, alas.]

Me? Ah, well... I'd rather avoid raw meat if possible, I suppose. Rare steak seems popular in America, but at least you can order them well done too?

[Looking vaguely sheepish as if it's something to be embarrassed about... It's not TOO weird for a girl to not like raw ~~and bloody~~ meat, right?]

Really! You don't mind the taste of black licorice?! It's so groooss!

[ making a BLECH face, which just seems strange with a mouthful of food..... whatever, the illusion this man had manners is long gone, and he isn't about to pretend to start now! ]

Oh, but... raw meat? Yes, I suppose that is a cultural thing too, isn't it? Just one of the many oddities of life in America! [ her being seemingly sheepish on this point is

kind of cute?? though he can't precisely figure out... why, exactly...

--ah, his tea is all but finished too, isn't it? how on earth did that happen?? hm, 🤔 does this mean he's going to have to figure out how to chivy her into bed, soon? it may, it just may... ]

I wouldn't eat it every day, of course. But sometimes you just find yourself craving weird things, you know? Don't worry, I don't go out of my way to buy them. I just don't mind when I find some mixed in a more elaborate dessert, for example, for one reason or another.

["Illusion" implies there was an Attempt to appear otherwise, once upon a time. Did he really even bother with that much tbh? the answer is NO, because anyone who tries eating someone else's food clearly never cared for "manners" to begin with,]

Ahaha, yes... [good thing he doesn't seem to know wagyu beef sashimi is totally a great delicacy even in Japan and isn't calling her out on that huh... "Cultural", yes, let's go with that,] I don't think I'm a picky eater though, otherwise!

[That said, she brings her mug up to drain the last of its content. The sammich platter is empty now too, isn't it? Late night snack time is coming to an end, it would seem...!]

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