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Who: Jasmine and visitors
When: Day 13, morning
Where: Jasmine and visitors

[80H is in the common area, making food. She's taken off her bandages, and her elbows look entirely fine, like they weren't shot at. The knees might be okay to assume the same of, but they are, naturally, hidden. She hasn't been out much since the trial, or even before it, honestly, but she's been doubling down on her isolated tendencies. She had to talk to one of their newbies but, after that, it was back to being a hermit.

So it is, perhaps, odd to see her out and about making food, and, what's more, it does not seem to be all for her.]

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[oh that's.

oh.

s-softly.]

If you don't mind? Whatever you'd be up for making.

It is for anyone that wants it and whatever you want that is within my power, so....

[They need to start getting better fare. It's better than nothing, certainly edible, and she can do very well with what they have, but she started being able to do larger productions again back in--

no, focus.]

All right, um. Maybe an omelette? I c'n grab ingredients for whatever else you wanna make, too.

Oh...you do not have to. Ah, did you want anything in it? Cheese or...bacon, or whatever you like, really.

Cheese and sausage, maybe?

Very well, then.

[She will get on that quietly because hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm

what are words.

she might have objectives but she doesn't like, no what those are.]

...You do not have any allergies to anything, do you?

Nope, I've got an iron stomach.

[if he were more comfortable he'd joke about it not comparing to hers but hahahahahahaha nah, just, keeping it light and easy and impersonal]

Noted. I will keep that in mind if you find this agreeable.

[oh my god

anyway she is like, very comfortable making food, it's very apparent, but it also seems...a bit slow, overly cautious.]

Thanks, 80H.

[moving to... perch? closer?? also cautious but hopeful.]

[hisses at him viciously like a cat

nah jk]

You are welcome, sir.

[goes quiet, not wanting to argue with being called sir, not wanting to start shit,

just. can we a quiet coexistence? let's try that]

[see, she's a quiet girl, usually, and so she could get by on that, but this is not a comfortable silence at least for her and a part of her is like, well, that's fine, whatever. another part ssssssshould try.

...Eventually:]

I apologise for making you shoot me.

[goddess that's... hard to swallow. he's quiet for a few moments, just, trying to get his head around it, trying to keep his cool.]

...An' I'm sorry for shooting you.

...It is fine. I'm not normally so fragile and I recovered in short order.

[she just digged the rounds out of her with her bare hands and let herself suffer until it healed on its own, but she's like, not so stupid that she would volunteer that information.]

I did not give you much choice.

[her tone is hard to place. it's not expressly happy--this is not a happy topic?--but she doesn't sound spitefully bitter.]

I did not heed, understand, nor care about your limitations. I will not repeat the same error.

Obviously I'd prefer it if you would, like, care about my limits. But... I won't be forcing you like that again, either way.

[...]

It is fine, honestly. I will not press that issue.

[she doesn't sound like she cares about being forced, one way or the other.]

I suppose it would behove me to properly inquire as to your limitations.

That thing was a whole mess...

I'm s'pposed to be trying not to die now. I guess.

I will note that. Is that your only limit, then?

No, I doubt that, but... it's hard to come up with 'em without context. I'll try to give you proper warning for them, though.

[promptly, like she anticipates this.]

Are there any teams you are willing to sabotage? How much of yourself are you willing to lay on the line? How high is your pain tolerance?

[though it is context dependent, relly. oddly, it feels as though, maybe that there is less team versus team than what she is used to, admittedly, but she wonders if it's not only a matter of time. Not every game she's been in pit teams against one another.]

...I'm not willing to sabotage. Wholesale. If the point of trials is to make us despair, I'm not gonna play into that.

But my pain tolerance is good and I'm willing to sacrifice a lot, at least temporarily.

[god help us if we somehow ever get a war room.]

What if you had to sabotage others because the team would suffer otherwise? What then?

[this sounds a bit specific.]

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