WEEK 1: April 2nd - April 6th

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Peace Week

Sunday must have been exhausting for you, maybe even upsetting. A new town, new faces and a an ominous order from a man without a face... who wouldn't be a little frightened? Hopefully, all of that is forgotten when you climb out from under your blankets this fine Monday. Rise and shine! A new morning is a new start!

If you make your way to the lounge, you will find a few copies of the local newspaper provided for your perusal. Once you go outdoors, you'll find the weather forecast 100% accurate. It's pretty impressive.

It seems that quiet mornings like this are going to be your everyday life now. Maybe you should see this whole stay as a vacation? Go out and explore the town, meet your fellow motel guests and meet the townspeople. They're sure to welcome you with a smile!

This week's special in the diner is lemon pie made with love (and a top-secret recipe)

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[Welcome to the peace week! This week there won't be a murder nor a task. Enjoy the peace while it lasts! If you want to contact the Sergeant, please post here!]

Comments

[amburere]

Most worthwhile things are. [ So her reaction is personal and not because the food is unsafe to eat or anything. That settled, he eats the bacon in two solid bites. Or as solid as they can be for someone who has the sides of his mouth stapled together. ]  

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian watches him eat it without any negative reaction and simply moves her plate over towards him. ]

You can have it, I wouldn't be able to eat it if I tried. I haven't had anything with this much fat in my whole life. It just wouldn't be sold where I'm from.

[amburere]

[ ...well there's really no need to turn food. Least not when he's hungry, and not having slept last night is a pretty good motivator too. Dabi doesn't really start to dig in though, looks like he plans on eating all the bacon first. ]

What d'ya normally eat? 

[integratedsoul]

Vegetable-based meals in small portions. Rice without a lot of seasoning. Those kinds of things. Everything produced by humans has been altered to minimize harmful ingredients and taste... well, taste less.

I've heard there used to be far more candy in the past.. but sugar-based threats aren't a thing anymore either.

Ah, I mean here they probably are. It's like I've been brought to the past after all.

[ A world pre-Maelstrom, the distant time before the war. Miach has told her so much about it when she was a teen, Cian had felt like she could reach out and touch it. Now she knows that she didn't have any idea of the real deal. ]

[amburere]

[ Bacon down. Dabi doesn't miss a beat flagging over a member of the waitstaff for a fork with a somewhat baleful glare. But he's still listening as he starts eating the pancakes. ]

Kinpira ain't bad. Neither is somen. [ You'd think he would explain what both of those dishes are, but either he's being rude on purpose or he assumes that she should know because she's from Tokyo. Even if it's a weird version of Tokyo. There's more he could comment on, but he figures that's more enough—and he has pancakes to eat. ]

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian is in luck, as even post-apocalyptic future Tokyo still retained knowledge of traditional dish names. ]

That's true! Though they're probably still made differently in your time...

[ But that does get her thinking... ]

Maybe we should see if we can make some Japanese foods ourselves instead of relying on the diner.

[ Maybe she could like... eat that. ]

[amburere]

The years aren't that far apart. [ Hey there's a half answer a day late. As for her suggestion, there's a healthy silence while he seems to be chewing on the pancakes as slow as he can on purpose.]

I don't cook.

[integratedsoul]

[ Huh... So then the war hadn't been a common experience even in versions of Earth... One has to wonder why Cian's world was the one cursed like that. That's a thing to wonder about another day though. ]

I can cook, just... it might taste like nothing much to people from other worlds. Though with the ingredients here, maybe I'd have to learn to make something more old-fashioned.

[ She wouldn't mind doing that, provided she can get her palate to get used to it. ]

[amburere]

Never had the chance to be picky. [ Back to eating pancakes when a thought suddenly occurs to him. He didn't just give her the go ahead to cook for him did he? Shit.

All he came in here for was caffeine not actual conversation smh. ]

[integratedsoul]

[ Cian absolutely took it as such. Doing things for other people has been drilled into her as second nature, but it is kind of exciting to be able to do something for a person who isn't happy with simply being complacent. Cian knows she has nothing of importance to offer to rebel minds of any kind, it's a lesson learned painfully... but doing just a little, that's a start. ]

Everything here is very American, but I'll try my best to find some ingredients that work for Japanese dishes!!

[amburere]

[ Somehow, things like this keep happening to him. Becoming leader of the Vanguard Squad (contrary to what he told Hawks, it wasn't something he earned so much as that Shigaraki assigned it to him), getting designated Nomu caretaker, and now this. Whatever "this" was. He's not a stranger to getting his ear talked off thanks to both Twice and Toga, same thing with having wannabe followers, but actual friendliness isn't something he needs. Or wants.

Pushing the plate back to her now (looks like he's decided not to eat the eggs) and fixing her with one of his level stares. ]

Make 'em for yourself.

[integratedsoul]

[ That gives her a moment of pause. For herself... Yes, that is what their old ideal was like... ]

It seems to be a two in one deal though...

[amburere]

How?

[integratedsoul]

If I'm already cooking for myself, there is no extra work involved in cooking for more people.

[ She gently points towards her plate. ]

It's not like I have a choice but to make my own food either.

[amburere]

[ Well she has a point, and as long as that point doesn't involve him he doesn't care. To that end he's not going to explicitly state his refusal, maybe she'll forget on her own. ]

Unless you wanna live off crackers, yeah. Seen guys try to survive on less.

[integratedsoul]

[ > Cian will remember this. ]

I'd rather force something unhealthy and unpleasant down than risk starving myself, I think. The symptoms of that are not as immediately painful as starving... I think.

[amburere]

Just a bit. Try orderin' something with less grease next time. [ Which means less bacon but saying that would cross a line! ]

[integratedsoul]

Definitely.... I just took their recommendation, but living based on suggestions really doesn't fly here.

[ The waiter had not meant ill, but with so many worlds meshing, nobody is synced to anybody else's desires. ]

[amburere]

Cereal or plain toast. [ He was actually helpful, it's a miracle. ]

[integratedsoul]

Oh, that sounds good.

[ And then she breaks into a giggle. ]

And just like that, I'm taking a suggestion. Toast really does seem like the place to start though. I'll branch out slowly.

[amburere]

[ ....... ]

Yeah. Someone won't always be round to eat your bacon for you.

[integratedsoul]

And whatever will I do then? Not worth the risk.

[ Cian sounds gently amused by his comment. Not to make light of food waste as a serious issue, of course. ]

Thanks, Dabi-san.

[amburere]

[ Funny, that wasn't his intention. He didn't even know what his intention was, honestly. Somehow he just started conversing with her like he did with the rest of the League when they said something he was familiar with. And maybe in some small way, it reminds him of something he's long since buried too. It's not something he wants to think about, that's for sure.

He stands, brushing her gratitude aside. ]

What a pity that would be.