superhell pcs: date

[teufelshund]

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[psynchronise]

Static when they talked about the fishing. Like, more than usual.

[ ... ]

Also one message was just evil laughter and the sound of wind, so.

[teufelshund]

You think it was originally about something else and got edited to make him talk about fishing instead?

[psynchronise]

I think there was interference, yeah. It was all talking about fishing, maybe like a censor word?

[ hang on he's gonna. lean over and stir the milk himself. more stirring, minimal gossiping. ]

[teufelshund]

Hm, I was thinking it might have been some kind of code to try to get around censoring, but I suppose that's possible too. You didn't follow up with him on it?

[ —but he can wait a second for that answer, because hey, if date's going to lean right over him like that to get the spoon, he's going to reach up to cup his cheek and pull him into a brief kiss when he's done stirring. ]

[psynchronise]

[ he was half assuming mephisto was going to forget to stir the milk, honestly. what with talk of censorship, but-- he leans into that kiss for that brief moment, before leaning back enough to reply-- ]

If it's a code or cover up, then I can't really ask them "hey, what does that mean?". It'd just get censored and then they'd have to figure out a way around the censor's censor. [ which sounds like a Headache. ]

[teufelshund]

[ he may not know what he's doing, but you can at least rest assured that he is NOT going to forget about this cocoa ]

Well, no, you'd be a little more subtle about it than that. Say something about fishing back and see if they're expecting it or if they don't know why you're bringing it up.

Who's even censoring it, though, if we're starting to lean toward that idea that this Satan isn't really an enemy? What's the purpose of trying to scramble communication between our side and theirs if it's no longer a secret that they still exist somewhere?

[psynchronise]

[ cocoa is the only thing that matters. ]

Hmm. Worth a try. [ he leans back, using the tiles as a backrest. it’s a terrible backrest actually, but he’s too busy thinking to care. ]

There’s been a more positive outlook on the guy, yeah. But there must be something he, or someone else doesn’t want us knowing. I wonder if it ties into the theories we had about still being alive — or maybe in some kind of purgatory state, somewhere between alive and dead. They’ve been pretty specific about telling us we’re all dead all this time— but going so far as to censor it?

[ that seems a bit much. ]

[teufelshund]

I agree, we have to be missing some pretty big details. The secrecy doesn't make any sense unless our knowing those details would pose some kind of risk to what they're trying to do.

[ stirs... ]

I'll have to try contacting him myself to see if I can get anything useful out of him.

[ after a moment he turns to look at the saucepan on the stove. ]

Do you think this is hot enough?

[psynchronise]

I guess if multiple people start asking about fishing, they might realise something’s up. Unless it gets reverse censored on the way over?

[ help.

oh, hm. ]

I think you’re looking for a “rolling boil” or something? Like a low, continuous bubbling. [ he looks. there’s probably steam rolling off it too. ]

That’ll be good enough, yeah.

[teufelshund]

Nice!

[ turns off the the stove and moves the pan off the burner! ]

All right! Cocoa and chocolate go in the mugs and then we stir in the milk? Is that how it goes?

[psynchronise]

I think so.

[ he never claimed to be an expert. ]

Melting down the chocolate as fast as possible sounds like a good starting point though. [ hang on he's going to open and dump out the chocolate bars on the countertop for them to pick from. ]

[teufelshund]

Right, right, while the milk's at its hottest!

[ grabs his ho-cubed mug and picks out some nice looking chocolate! ]

[psynchronise]

Otherwise you'll be dealing with a half melted nightmare.

[teufelshund]

To be fair, I do enjoy that aesthetic!

[ his phone...

but smoother is obviously better for a drink, so! picks up the pan and, like, tries to pour it straight into the mug? it is definitely not all making it into the mug. ]

[psynchronise]

Don't dunk your personal items in the leftovers and you'll be fine.

[ well.

he's just watching that happen i guess. although it does remind him and me that he found the milk but never the cream, so hang on. he's just gonna hop off the counter and go looking for that while mephisto makes a mess. ]

[teufelshund]

Ack—

[ just barely manages to not drop the pan when hot milk splashes onto his sleeve ]

[psynchronise]

[ have fuuuuuun.








no, he won't be too long. there's cans of cream in the fridge. ]

[teufelshund]

[ ok but is date's mug ready for this milk because he's about to dump it in there ]

[psynchronise]

[ HELP. NO.

speed run him running back over and throwing whatever the first chocolate bar he can get his hands on in the mug when he sees mephisto about to dump the rest of the pan in there ]

[teufelshund]

[ COOL THANKS

DUMPS IT IN

MOSTLY ]

[psynchronise]

[ he tried his best and therefore


date will criticise him mentally and not verbally. ]

And the hard part is done. Mostly.

[teufelshund]

Time for more stirring, I suppose.

[ and as he does that... he looks over at the other side of the counter toward the fridge and lights up. ]

Oh, you found cream?!

[psynchronise]

I found cream.

[ abandoning mephisto to milk duty was not a cruelty, it was a necessary step on the journey to perfect hot chocolate. ]

[teufelshund]

Nicely done!

[ adds some cocoa powder to his mug even though he has no fucking clue what the powder to chocolate ratio is supposed to be, and stirs faster. ]

[psynchronise]

[ this has the makings of a potential disaster. date adds a little powder to his and then starts mixing. ]

Pretty sure we're almost done. ... This'd better be really good hot chocolate.