superhell pcs: date

[teufelshund]

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[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.

[teufelshund]

[ nods ]

That sounds reasonable. And just stir it once in a while, right?

[ all right, burner's on, he's got a spoon, we're rolling. he leans back against the counter within stirring distance. ]

So we're almost at the end of this, hm? ...Of course who knows what's going to happen after this party.

[psynchronise]

Yeah, that'll probably deal with the risk of burning for now.

[ he moves the supplies closer to the stove for easy reach, before hopping up on the counter so he can sit comfortable and make sure mephisto doesn't rich-boy-who-can't-cook-unless-it's-in-the-microwave ruin their cocoa. ]

We go back or we go where the others are, I guess. Feels like I haven't thought much about what's actually going to happen, I've just been focused on getting there in one piece.

[teufelshund]

[ well. puts his non-stirring hand on his thigh since he's so generously put it there within reach. ]

I've been thinking about it entirely too much all along but have never gotten very far.

What do you make of some of those odd messages the other side has been sending?

[psynchronise]

[ how kind of him to offer mephisto a handrest. ]

Well, yeah. It's difficult to forget but... the logistics of it. The details. When you're thinking about whether you'll still have a chance by the end of the week? That eats up more of my focus.

[ ... ]

In general? I think they're trying to be helpful. Or cause chaos. It sounds like there's more to Satan than we've been assuming though. He seemed... not too bad when I spoke to him the other week. Kinda wishing he'd made the party a costume party, more than acting ominous and trying to intimidate me.

[teufelshund]

[ what a gentleman. ]

If you've made it this far, I don't think you have much to worry about. Not until the party starts, anyway.

[ then kuranosuke's probably going to kick everyone's asses tbh. ]

But it's true, everything I've been hearing about this Satan recently doesn't really square with the image we've had of him up until now.

[ stirs the milk a bit... ]

Didn't you get some weird message about fishing last week? What was that about?

[psynchronise]

[ yeah he's a giver. ]

There's still a week to go. Who knows what could happen.

[ although, yeah, that's definitely going to happen. kuranosuke has to have pickled his whole liver at this point. he taps his fingers against the back of mephisto's hand, idly. ]

Mm. The quality of the message got a bit weird when they talked about it.

[teufelshund]

The "quality got weird"? How do you mean?