superhell pcs: date

[teufelshund]

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[teufelshund]

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[ smiles. ]

Ah, just where I was headed! Between the cold and that post earlier, I could really go for some hot cocoa now.

But, you know, actually hot, and preferably not made with untreated lake water.

[psynchronise]

HR department’s a little slow, huh?

[ hmmm. he pulls a face at the mention of the cold lake water hot chocolate. ]

… Yeah, actually hot and not potentially deadly cocoa sounds infinitely better than whatever the demons were trying to get us to think about trying.

[ even hypothetically…. gross. ] It’d be stupid if a ski resort didn’t have cocoa though. Isn’t that half the draw for people who don’t actually want to go out in the cold?

[teufelshund]

Pretty standard, actually.

[ just reaches over for his hand now that they've established they're going the same way anyway! ]

And that is certainly well over half the draw for me, so I'd be surprised if we couldn't find any! Hopefully they'll have a nice marshmallow supply too.

[psynchronise]

Yikes. [ .... still. ] If there's red tape involved though, maybe.

[ there is always red tape involved. date does not try and escape the hand holding -- he squeezes back, actually, once mephisto has caught hold of his hand. ]

If they have have cocoa and not the marshmallows then what's the point? [ there's always the convenience store, but the idea of trekking out in the snow to get there and find marshmallows doesn't really appeal. ] Don't some of these fancy snow resorts have cocoa stations? With all the trimmings available. Syrups, chocolate flakes, that kind of stuff.

[teufelshund]

Right? The marshmallows are the most important part! I wonder if the lake water cocoa would have come with any... maybe literal marsh mallows.

That definitely sounds like a thing that exists, but I'm not holding my breath on finding it here. Maybe some whipped cream.

[psynchronise]

I think literal marsh mallows would be what pushed the lake water cocoa from "the lest terrible option" to "unbearable, will take the rotten cider instead".

...

Okay, but again-- what's the point of cocoa if they don't have the marshmallows or the cream? [ ... ] Then again, this is hell.

[teufelshund]

Eeeexactly. "Never quite what you want" is supposed to be this place's whole theme, right? Though it does seem like they've softened up on that a little from the early days.

[ remember when he just stood there watching you attempt to tear the cover off that phone booth... where does time go.

but hey, here's the door to the kitchen. ]

Aha! Ready for the moment of truth?

[psynchronise]

Think that was just a hard front they put up at the beginning, or did we managed to endear ourselves to them enough to get better treatment?

[ jesus that was seven weeks ago. i'm so tired. ]

Now you're making it sound like we're about to meet our maker, not find out if we can make the good cocoa or not.

[teufelshund]

I dunno! Little of both?

[ feels like a fucking lifetime ago ]

I mean, given where we already are, I'd say the two things are of roughly comparable importance at this point.

[ squeezes his hand and pulls him into the kitchen!! ]

So, let's go!

[psynchronise]

... I'm going with endearing. It's funnier. [ more embarrassing for the demons. ]

Maybe that's the trick to this place. We need to make Satan a damn good mug of cocoa. [ he sighs. and lets himself be dragged into the kitchen without any fuss. ]

Onwards to the best hot chocolate.

[teufelshund]

[ yay!!

as soon as they're inside, he starts swinging cupboard doors open to see what they've got to work with. ]

Hey, this is better than I expected!

[ pulls down a few boxes of cocoa mix and starts hunting for marshmallows ]

Want to see if you can find a couple of mugs in one of those other doors?

[psynchronise]

Good start, they actually have the cocoa. [ what if there’d been no cocoa? what then? ]

If they don’t have mugs I’m leaving them the worst review. [ but he’s already opening the other cupboards and digging through the contents there — crackers, some dried snacks that keep well, ah— oh—

he turns around and throws one of those multipacks of chocolate in mephisto’s general direction. catch. eventually though, he’ll open one of the drawers to find the mugs. yay, mugs! ]

Gottem. They’re all pretty themed though.

1/2

[teufelshund]

[ at least SAY SOMETHING BEFORE YOU THROW? the chocolate pack just hits him in the shoulder and falls to the floor. good thing it's wrapped. ]

Hey??

2/2

[teufelshund]

[ ...but his face lights up again when he kneels down to pick it back up and sees what they've got. ]

Ah! Nice! Very well, your sins are forgiven.

[ actual chocolate??? this really is exceeding his expectations so far! ]

As long as they're clean and not cracked, I'm not going to be picky about how stupid the mugs look today. Do your worst!

[ and the next cupboard over— ]

Yes!!!!!!

[ pulls out a big bag of marshmallows and holds it up like baby simba!! damn, this is like, the longest they've ever gone without being disappointed by something here ]

[psynchronise]

[ yeah that grump lasted about as long as he thought it would. it’s chocolate! ]

My deadly sin of giving you chocolate. Guess that could count as gluttony.

[ well, he’s already digging out a few, mug options for them to choose from. ]

… Damn, they actually have almost everything. Powder, chocolates, marshmallows, mugs… [ what else? ] — Oh, right. Cream. Hang on that’s probably in the fridge.

[ unless this is where they get to experience true disappointment, tripping at the final hurdle. ]

[teufelshund]

[ i feel like mephisto really deserves the ho-cubed mug. he did not try hard enough to earn the last one. ]

Right! Milk and whipped cream.

...Probably want to sniff the milk first if they have it, since who even knows what the deal is with the dates here.

[psynchronise]

[ he is a ho-cubed. i say like i have room to talk. ]

… [ date just pulls a face. eww. ]

Maybe they have that UHT stuff, isn’t that supposed to outlast society or something?

[teufelshund]

Depends how long you expect your society to last...

[psynchronise]

Who knows. Five minutes, sometimes.

[ he’s digging around in the fridge. no immediate sign of whipped cream but there is milk! which he’s staring at like ‘do i have to?’ ]

[teufelshund]

[ meanwhile mephisto's just staring at him like "well?" ]

[psynchronise]

[ thanks for the help. ]

…

[ tentative sniff…………….. ]





It doesn’t smell rotten.

[teufelshund]

[ you're welcome ♥ ]

Fantastic! Bring it over, then, and we can get this show on the road!

What do you think, the old fashioned stove-top method, or should we just microwave it?

[psynchronise]

We went this far to find the right stuff to make it, might as well go all in and stove-top it.

[ more chances to get shocked by random utensil that way! uwu ]

[teufelshund]

Sounds good to me!

[ grabs a saucepan (with just a light ouch as it shocks him; he got VERY used to this a few weeks ago), pours in what looks like roughly two mugs' worth of milk, and throws it on the stove!

he does not make things that aren't instant very often, this could go badly. ]

...I have no idea how long we're supposed to leave this on, but hopefully it will be obvious when it's ready.

[psynchronise]

[ cool cool cool date has no clue either. well, maybe he has 50% more of a clue he can cook some things. ]

I know you don't want to burn it. But you don't want it to be cold either. Maybe until you see it start to bubble? Then turn the heat down.