Settings listed by entry. Canon is Forest of Drizzling Rain.

[gemuinemanagement]

[A: a village in the middle of nowhere, Japan]
[For whatever reason, you're in Azaka Village, a peaceful place with a large museum devoted to its history that nobody ever seems to go to. And for whatever reason - curiosity, losing track of time, an inability to play by the rules - you're exploring the museum after closing hours.

It doesn't take long before you realize that there is somebody in the museum with you, and now you're face to face with him. A man in all black, with a bright, gleaming sword has cornered you in one of the rooms. He advances upon you, holding the sword with one hand and with the other...

...pulling out a paper memo and pushing it in your face.]

The museum is closed

[B: slice of life jamjar]
[You've been sorted into a family with this guy who communicates with you largely by post-it notes and organizes and cleans things as a hobby. Since he's university age, he's been sorted as the father of the household.

So, as the father, he's going to try to fulfill his duties and cook something.

You wake up to the smell of burnt something. It's not clear what it was that was burnt, even if you go have a look at him glowering at the stove. There was food, and then it burnt beyond recognition.]

Comments

B!

[oneirism]

[And since Lapis is in her twenties, she's been assigned as the mother. Not that she knows exactly what to do, being raised by your grandmother who only taught her mostly about ghost hunting and her sister, but she can try. Though waking up to the smell of burnt food was not what she was expecting, and she can only toddle into the kitchen with a curious look. Or something vaguely curious considering how flat her expression always is.

When she walks into the kitchen, she can only glance between him and the stove, before going to approach the stove to examine the damage.]

... What were you trying to make?

Re: B!

[gemuinemanagement]

[Suga pulls a paper from the pad sitting on the kitchen counter and writes a brief note, then hands it to her, not looking away from the burnt food.]

Omelettes

[oneirism]

[Looking between him and the note, and then she steps closer to get a better look, though she doesn't get in his way.]

... Have you made omelettes before?

[gemuinemanagement]

[The next card is a particularly short one, and he hands it off.]

Yes

[oneirism]

[Taking that card and humming quietly, now looking back at him.]

... Hmm, was there something wrong with the stove? [Lets try blaming that first before asking about his cooking abilities.]

[gemuinemanagement]

[You mean well, Lapis, but there's no use. Suga shakes his head and writes a note.]

I have never been taught how to cook

[oneirism]

[In response, she simply nods, before just going to grab some pans and bowls.]

... I'll show you. My grandmother taught me some things when I was younger, so I can teach you too.

[gemuinemanagement]

[His eyes go a bit wider, and he hesitates before writing down the next card.]

Thank you

[oneirism]

[She notes the hesitation, but doesn't mention it, instead just giving him a very small smile.]

... You're welcome. So then... [She goes through the process of cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them to make an omlette, adding salt and pepper, before pouring it onto a heated pan.] The thing about eggs is that they keep cooking as long as they're hot, so you don't wanna keep them in the pan for too long.

[Just gonna swirl the egg around the pan, making sure that he's able to see before she looks back at him.] Do you want to put anything in them?

[gemuinemanagement]

[Instead of answering, he goes to the pantry and pulls out a bag of rice, which he sets on the kitchen counter. He's not sure how much should go in omurice...]

[oneirism]

[Luckily Lapis has an idea, and she quickly gets out another pan, and motions Suga to hold the pan containing the still cooking omelette.]

... Can you keep swirling this around while I fry the rice?

[gemuinemanagement]

[He nods, and takes to his task of swirling the pan.

He looks very serious about it too, moving at the same speed she was moving. He's not going to burn this one. He's definitely not going to burn this one.]

[oneirism]

[She just blinks for a moment at how serious he is about this, but she focuses again on frying the rice, glancing over every so often to make sure this one doesn't burn before she finishes with the rice.]

... Okay, stop swirling it, I'm gonna put the rice in and then we can fold the egg over.

A

[domeinion]

*Alice pouts.*

Come on! It can't be that bad if I'm just looking. Well, nothing can be worse than those hours in the basement of the Game Corner with the loudspeaker talking about potatoes. I'm studying!

[gemuinemanagement]

[The man does not seem amused as he writes another memo.]

The rules are to be strictly enforced
Leave

[domeinion]

I'm not scared. I took on the mob once, you know. Now, given your lack of speech, the general lack of visitors during regular hours anyway, the fact that you're threatening me with a sword -- what kind is that? I wonder what it's used for? -- oh, and the fact that museums always have really important things in them, at least in my experience, which might be a little odd because, you see, the fossils were usually ancient sleeping gods...

*She's walking in a circle now as she chatters on, occasionally bumping into walls.*

[gemuinemanagement]

[The sword is slightly bluish and slightly glowing. It is definitely not iron or steel. It also doesn't look particularly sharp.

He sticks another note in front of her face.]

No one should be scared of me
I'm the manager
I enforce the rules

[domeinion]

Is there a reason for all of this? I'd love to hear it! I mean, the luminescence just adds to the mystery of your weapon and why you have it in the first place, and, oh, you didn't awaken any gods, did you? I don't think that would do that, but just in case.

[gemuinemanagement]

[Honesty versus credibility, honesty versus credibility... She seems young, he'll go with vague honesty.]

Not me
Not gods

[domeinion]

Only mon?

*No, he's not going to get the reference. The timeline's barely together as it is. She shakes her head and laughs a bit anyway.*

Ooh, so what is it? I'm sure it's a great scientific discovery.

[gemuinemanagement]

Don't go into the forest

[It's even underlined for emphasis, since he thinks his glare won't be enough.

[domeinion]

Oookay, so "don't go into the forest" as in "we've got a secret black-market cabal back there" or as in "deepest eldritch horrors"?

[gemuinemanagement]

The second is close

[Spirits are pretty eldritch. And this one is pretty horrifying.]

[domeinion]

Hmmm...

*She starts walking around in circles again. Even if she's a couple of years Mob-free, old habits die hard.*

[gemuinemanagement]

[Stop walking around like that, it makes it harder to shove memos in your face! You're having a conversation, geeze.]

People who go into the forest die
I'm the manager
My job is to not let people die