[but she's watching ichinose with some concern, after that-- sort of bland tone, and also trying to pick up this pot with her bare hands? she's quickly checking around nearby drawers and cabinets, there have to be potwarmers somewhere to grab the handles with.]
Here, try to use something for that, I really don't think you should be touching it directly... just what are you trying to make?
... Ahaha, sorry, sorry. You're right. Not a good evening at all!
[It's fine. It's fine? She watches her look around, letting go of the pot for a second to point at a package of rice noodles nearby.]
Just a late night snack. It's been a looong day, after all. [Waves her off.] But it's a quick trip from the stove to the counter, so don't worry. I won't be touching it for long.
[So she says, but? She overfilled this binch? Unfortunate. The water splashes around dangerously when she tries to pick it up again, still way too close to the edge.]
You could just keep it on the stove and turn it off, if it needs to come off the heat.
[that definitely doesn't look like a safe quick trip to her? she steps a little closer to try to intervene if she needs to, but with ichinose currently trying to pick it up-- well, that's difficult. just grabbing her could result in her splashing herself if she jerks away at a bad angle, but she's hoping she listens.]
[She makes a little noise like she wants to be stubborn about it, before she sighs and starts to set it down.]
I guess I could use a ladle to transfer the water, too... Did I overfill it? Ah, it's too ba—
[—It's too bad, she starts to say. Just before she places it close enough to the edge that accidentally bumping it while removing her hands sends it tipping over, with the combined weight of the water sloshing around and all. This water is at like, 150 degrees. This is not bueno.]
[it's super not bueno, no! she starts to give her a warning, a quick look out-- but it quickly shifts into a strangled, pained sound as ichinose bumps the pot and tips it over, sending the water splashing.
the worst of it catches her arm as she reaches out to try to pull ichinose away, a little more gets her in the leg, but even as she flinches in pain she's still focused on pulling her a little further from where the pot landed.
it's a few moments before she actually manages to speak, after the shock of it.]
I--Ichinose, are you- here, where did it get you, we'll need to-- where's the faucet...
[-as she just transitions right into 'take care of the problem' mode, ignoring the sharp sting of the burn on her leg and the... oh. oh, her arm actually doesn't hurt, really, but that might just be adrenaline? it might just be adrenaline. she just quickly tugs the sleeve up to get the fabric off of it.]
The worst of it catches her on her arm, with more of it splashing onto her legs when the pot lands at her feet and clatters around. Luckily, her boots protect her feet from most of it. Less luckily is the fact that her forearms were exposed, and her skin ain't taking this well.
She makes a brief, strangled sound as she's pulled away, and then— silence.
... Sure hope it's just the adrenaline masking the pain, because she sure isn't feeling it where the water made direct contact with her forearm. When she finds her voice again, it's a little on the shaky side.]
What did I— oh... R-Right, lukewarm water. Then, we... [...] I'm sorry, Director.
Don't- [a sharp inhale, then a slow breath out.] Just... don't, right now.
[this isn't the time for apologies, really. she finds the faucet, turning it on-- if there are multiple sinks here then she'll set ichinose up first before turning another on, but otherwise they are just going to share this water and that's fine.
as far as she can tell from a quick evaluation... well, she's going to have to ignore one of these burns no matter what, and she knows the one that doesn't hurt must be worse. the leg will have to wait.]
Run the water over it for a while, and try to get as much of it as you can covered.
[It's an industrial kitchen so maybe they will be blessed with multiple faucets. But if not, Ichinose is not against sharing.]
Mm, I know. [A nod... She's just staring at her arm like, ah. Shit. Fuck. Mistakes. And then, tentatively:] ... At least we know now we can pay for healing, and medical equipment.
[she exhales a sigh, there, shaking her head. the adrenaline's wearing off, her leg's stinging pretty badly, and her arm is still not really feeling it-- that's going to be a problem, but one to keep an eye on. maybe to ask otome about tomorrow.
also because i forgot: the burned arm is the fear tattoo one, so ichinose can see hers just says the hunger.]
...not that I don't understand. That was-- it was a pretty rough one.
Her fear tattoo is on her right arm, and visible now that she's rolled up her sleeves. REJECTION is still written in bold text, as it was earlier today.]
Yes, that's one way to put it. I really thought we were doing better this time, too...
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[but she's watching ichinose with some concern, after that-- sort of bland tone, and also trying to pick up this pot with her bare hands? she's quickly checking around nearby drawers and cabinets, there have to be potwarmers somewhere to grab the handles with.]
Here, try to use something for that, I really don't think you should be touching it directly... just what are you trying to make?
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[It's fine. It's fine? She watches her look around, letting go of the pot for a second to point at a package of rice noodles nearby.]
Just a late night snack. It's been a looong day, after all. [Waves her off.] But it's a quick trip from the stove to the counter, so don't worry. I won't be touching it for long.
[So she says, but? She overfilled this binch? Unfortunate. The water splashes around dangerously when she tries to pick it up again, still way too close to the edge.]
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[that definitely doesn't look like a safe quick trip to her? she steps a little closer to try to intervene if she needs to, but with ichinose currently trying to pick it up-- well, that's difficult. just grabbing her could result in her splashing herself if she jerks away at a bad angle, but she's hoping she listens.]
For now, why don't you just-- leave it.
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I guess I could use a ladle to transfer the water, too... Did I overfill it? Ah, it's too ba—
[—It's too bad, she starts to say. Just before she places it close enough to the edge that accidentally bumping it while removing her hands sends it tipping over, with the combined weight of the water sloshing around and all. This water is at like, 150 degrees. This is not bueno.]
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the worst of it catches her arm as she reaches out to try to pull ichinose away, a little more gets her in the leg, but even as she flinches in pain she's still focused on pulling her a little further from where the pot landed.
it's a few moments before she actually manages to speak, after the shock of it.]
I--Ichinose, are you- here, where did it get you, we'll need to-- where's the faucet...
[-as she just transitions right into 'take care of the problem' mode, ignoring the sharp sting of the burn on her leg and the... oh. oh, her arm actually doesn't hurt, really, but that might just be adrenaline? it might just be adrenaline. she just quickly tugs the sleeve up to get the fabric off of it.]
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Bad.
The worst of it catches her on her arm, with more of it splashing onto her legs when the pot lands at her feet and clatters around. Luckily, her boots protect her feet from most of it. Less luckily is the fact that her forearms were exposed, and her skin ain't taking this well.
She makes a brief, strangled sound as she's pulled away, and then— silence.
... Sure hope it's just the adrenaline masking the pain, because she sure isn't feeling it where the water made direct contact with her forearm. When she finds her voice again, it's a little on the shaky side.]
What did I— oh... R-Right, lukewarm water. Then, we... [...] I'm sorry, Director.
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[this isn't the time for apologies, really. she finds the faucet, turning it on-- if there are multiple sinks here then she'll set ichinose up first before turning another on, but otherwise they are just going to share this water and that's fine.
as far as she can tell from a quick evaluation... well, she's going to have to ignore one of these burns no matter what, and she knows the one that doesn't hurt must be worse. the leg will have to wait.]
Run the water over it for a while, and try to get as much of it as you can covered.
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Mm, I know. [A nod... She's just staring at her arm like, ah. Shit. Fuck. Mistakes. And then, tentatively:] ... At least we know now we can pay for healing, and medical equipment.
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[if it's something she can just allow to heal naturally-- she's going to, honestly. she's got other things to pay for.
she's quiet for a few moments, just letting the water continue to run.]
You seemed-- a little too distracted to be cooking, I think. Are you all right?
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They will continue to run up the school's water bill together.]
... I had a lot on my mind. Like everyone else, I'm sure. I guess I got too stuck in my own head.
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[she exhales a sigh, there, shaking her head. the adrenaline's wearing off, her leg's stinging pretty badly, and her arm is still not really feeling it-- that's going to be a problem, but one to keep an eye on. maybe to ask otome about tomorrow.
also because i forgot: the burned arm is the fear tattoo one, so ichinose can see hers just says the hunger.]
...not that I don't understand. That was-- it was a pretty rough one.
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Her fear tattoo is on her right arm, and visible now that she's rolled up her sleeves. REJECTION is still written in bold text, as it was earlier today.]
Yes, that's one way to put it. I really thought we were doing better this time, too...
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[the murderer(s) knew what was coming, too.]
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[Who knows if someone vouched for an injury with a lie? A mystery.]
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[their geese. their geese hell...]
What did you decide, Ichinose?
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... Hm? Decide about what?
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You don't need to answer if you'd prefer to keep it to yourself, but it seems we were-- awfully split on the decision.
[might as well talk about it a bit while they're stuck here for a while; the distraction may help.]
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And then she shakes her head.]
I picked an unlikely name at random. Super cowardly, right? [Aha.] What about you, Director?
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no, i'm kidding, but lucretia does just watch her quietly for a few moments.]
Given the options we had, I don't know how much I can truly blame anyone for their decisions, as long as they're certain in what they chose to do.
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Certainty might be a bit too much to ask from everyone, but this isn't the type of situation were you can afford to hesitate. Right?
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[A light shrug... while looking at her arms. Hm.]
Anyhow, that's enough about me. What did you decide, Director?
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