Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

[peninhand]

Who: Anyone signed-up for the plot!
When: July 27th
Where: Curti Center
What: Monika's opened a literature club and the members have to share a poem together for this event. It can be embarrassing, but there's nothing to lose!
Warnings/Notes: No warnings whatsoever! Listen to this track to enhance your poem sharing experience.

Comments

[transect]

( don't worry hunk. it's not you. its them.
at the explanation, their head tilts to the opposite side this time as rutile examines the writing again. )

I see, yes. I wasn't aware one could fight with an oven, that seems like quite a complex battle-stance. I'll have to applaud you on that one, Hunk.

( they have certainly never heard of anything like that before. or read about it here in vaikuntha, for that matter. sure the gourmands used utensils, but... )

Cooking your enemies does seem a bit harsh, but I'm sure that it inspires a great deal of fear in them.

( they're just getting all the wrong ideas........ visual metaphors, man. )

[chefbayardee]

Wha- No! [ He sounds incredulous, and lets out a little whine. ] I couldn't even lift an oven, you-

[ Rutile doesn't cook. Because Rutile doesn't eat. Because Rutile is a rock. There's a flash of admittedly embarrassed recognition on Hunk's face. ] It, uh... it depends on how you read it. [ A beat. ]

If you wanna read it like a fight, then there's moons blowing up and cannons and swords and explosions and adrenaline, wait do you even have adrenaline? Do you know what adrenaline is? [ But a moment's pause. ] Doesn't matter.

If you read it about cooking, then the moons are eggs, the blackness is a pan, the sword is your utensil of choice, the cannon shoots spices and veggies, and... it's breakfast. Do- Do you know what breakfast is? Do you even eat?! [ And he just stares at them, a little dumbfounded and hoping he's just making a fool of himself. Because Rutile is cool, this is just a lot to explain... ]

[transect]

( listening to his explanation about the words on this page and the story that he woven with them... there's a thoughtful— ) I see.

( as rutile's eyes skipped over the poem again.
they might not eat eggs first thing in the morning since rutile had no reason to eat but— they knew the rush of adrenaline. they had experienced what it felt like to have an enemy expire under the weight of their blade, felt the crumbling of an adversary at their feet... )

I like it. ( have your page back, hunk. ) Especially the part about the moon blowing up. Both the literal and... figurative meanings.