What's for dinner?

[negotiatoronsite]

Who: future is now & YOU
Where: Right outside the Dining Room
When: Day 6 evening

[ Welcome to the very subdued first Live of future is now.

Outside the Dining Room, two tables are set up with an assortment of cooking supplies, cool looking scientific instruments that may or may not be of any value here, and a sign that in sharpie so neat it cannot possibly have been written by a human reads:

Not enjoying your free food? Don't want to pay for higher quality? Allow us to help! Through the miracle of science, we're here to improve your experience. Please Inquire.

future is now stands behind the tables, READY TO HELP. Possibly. Look, it's called an experiment for a reason. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Depends what you need assistance with.

[sancrimony]

It would be . . . Food, right? Though I'm not certain exactly what I should be looking for . . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You could leave it up to us.

[sancrimony]

Oh!

[ with a look of relief ]

Could I please? If you would be alright with that, I'd like to.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I just need a little information from you. Science doesn't come out of thin air, you know.

[sancrimony]

Very well - what do you need from me?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What's your worst quality?

[sancrimony]

. . . That I'm indecisive, perhaps. . . ? Or perhaps it is that I overthink too much - actually those are the same, I suppose. But, I am also thoughtless, and a rather careless person . . .

[ did you want a laundry list ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[No no no. By all means, continue]

Then I know just the thing---

[sancrimony]

Eh? What would it be?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Give him a minute to check his phone. Who is the exact opposite of this frail indecisive thing?



Oh.

Grab's Wire's rations and sets them in front of him]

Sounds like someone needs a little more heart.

[sancrimony]

[ he looks a little less frail in comparison to persephone, and a bit darker and taller but honestly he doesn't look nearly as built as he actually is, especially not in a thick sweater ]

More. . . Heart?

[ thoughtful, considering this as he moves to take the ration ]

What does that mean? What am I lacking, in my heart. . . ?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Did I say heart? I meant backbone.

My bad.

[sancrimony]

Is this a problem meant to be resolved with food?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

How else would you resolve it?

[sancrimony]

. . . Developing a sense of self-worth . . . ? At least, that is what I have been told . . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Try that alongside this and tell me which one works better.

[sancrimony]

[ well. ok.

going to open it up and. . . . start eating it then . . . ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well...?

[sancrimony]

. . . Well, I can't say that it didn't work . . . nor can I say it did work. I'm not really sure how to measure self-worth, or how to identify it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Decide if it did. Yes or no.

[sancrimony]

Ah . . .

[ if i say yes it's not true but if i say no i'm ungrateful

?????????????????? ]

N. . . nnn . . . no . . . ?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[FUCKING APPLAUSE]

[sancrimony]

[ help me i don't understand ]

. . . Eh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The experiment is concluded. It didn't work.