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Test Drive: December

— TEST DRIVE: DECEMBER —

Welcome to

empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:

Date reminders. Reserves open 25 November and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on December 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus, those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. For new characters, these threads do not count for activity check. However, these can be supplementary threads for players already in-game.
Enable Me/App This Pls. Talk about your app plans or look for a cast HERE!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!
PROMPTS
• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?

• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.

• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...

• Prompt D: The same committee of natives that decided to tackle Halloween have decided to take on the winter holidays of Otherworlders as well! After interviewing several Otherworlders to acquire some grasp on the traditions associated with these holidays, the committee determines that many of the typical winter festivities just aren’t up to snuff with what they like to see in Verens. So after running away with some ideas and getting the locals involved, there are all sorts of new and unusual winter activities popping up around the city! Which one will you give a try?
1. Tree Toppers: At various locations throughout Verens, there are massive, fully decorated evergreen trees standing tall for the public to enjoy. However, there are more to these trees than meets the eye, and should you approach, you will see a placard among the boughs: climb to the top of the tree, and snatch the crown at the top to become Winter Royalty! Sure enough, the trees are topped with crowns made of real gold, but reaching the top may not be as easy as you think. The trees are several stories tall, and they are not particularly stable. Perhaps you need a partner to spot you, or maybe you’re racing to the top! Either way, it’s going to take some effort to reach the crown.
2. We Won’t Go Until We Get Some: Groups of natives have taken up caroling and arrive at your door to serenade and ask for some figgy pudding. The thing is, they are relentless. They will not leave until they have received some figgy pudding, so if you don’t have any on hand (and why would you), it’s time to take a trip to the grocery store and whip up some of the requested dish. Hopefully you know how to make it...or find someone who knows how, quick! Those carolers are getting awfully hungry, and it’s getting late...
3. Elf on a Shelf: Through the course of their “research”, the committee learned of toy-making elves, though they seem to have conflated their understanding of them with another creature from folklore. They have taken imps from the forest, dressed them up in cute red and green costumes, and set them loose in the city, claiming that whoever captures the most “elves” with be rewarded with a giant rocking horse. Some of the “elves” will hide and thus need to be sniffed out, but others still are far more mischievous and are likely to get into your cabinets and drawers. Oh, dear...perhaps you’ll be earning that rocking horse, whether you wanted it or not.
• Prompt E: The recent death of an Arehtei has prompted some people to believe that there may be some Arehtei who have yet to come back, or have yet to be discovered. As such, a team not at all enforced by the local government are going around encouraging others to join their cause: find new Arehtei.
1. Make 'em Talk: As most Arehtei are like giant animals, the group has captured all kinds of creatures from all over the world and are trying to see if certain emotional reactions will make these creatures talk. Arehtei talk, after all, so it would only be natural for the undiscovered Arehtei to be capable of speech. Perhaps you come by the petting zoo or perhaps you were asked by a member of the team to help out. Your task now is to make the creature before you speak.
2. The Monthly Rituals: The various emotions represented by the current living Arehtei are all well and good, but what about emotions such as Hot and Cold, Rich and Poor, Alive and Dead, Woke and Lit? There are apparently so many other emotions that don't fall under the spectrum of what the current Arehtei represent, and the group is now hosting a ritual at the park in hopes of summoning new Arehtei. People attending the rituals are partnered up again and they have to make their partner feel these new emotions. For your efforts, you are given a cup of either peppermint mocha or raspberry iced tea!
3. Emotional Effects: Maybe even summoning the long forgotten Simpathis, Arehtei of Apathy, might help. Despite the destructive effects of the lack of emotion, people are encouraged to turn off their emotions for a minute or two in hopes of the emotion drops in people's crystals to help the Arehtei in some way. After all, feeling certain emotions make the emotional state of the world tilt in a particular manner. Should there be a lot of apathy, then the Arehtei of apathy might (re)surface and bring some balance! Just watch out for people suddenly making the ground shake. The glass you're holding might suddenly break, or perhaps the street you're walking in might suddenly lose all its colour.
• Prompt F: Life in Empatheias is generally a peaceful one, but it's also important to be perpetually prepared for any kind of emergency. The Verens General Hospital has issued a half-day mandatory First Aid course for all of its citizen. The staff are aware that these kinds of classes tend to be boring for most people, which is why this one will come with some exciting twists! The first thing everyone will notice is that all the training takes place outdoors. To be precise, it's a forest that looks more like a boot camp. Remember, attendance is mandatory!
1. Stayin’ Alive: The first course is a classic CPR course - you and a partner are given an instruction book on how to resuscitate a person, then apply those skills on a dummy. That's what seems to be the case for most pairs, but some others won't be so lucky! It turns out that some staff members will shoot poison darts from afar. If you're hit, it's your partner's job to either suck out the poison, or run back to the supply cabin for the antidote. This is the REAL test! Isn't it thrilling?
2. I Will Survive: The second course is another much-needed skill when it comes to saving lives; namely the fireman's carry. Once again, you're paired up with a partner, but this time only one has to do most of the work, while the other has to do their best to play their part. What does this course involve? It's an army-style obstacle course, where one has to carry another person through various obstacles. How exciting!
3. How To Save a Life: The final course involves performing emergency surgery. Don't worry! The surgery is performed on a test dummy, of course. With the most basic training instructions (which is completely inadequate for this task), you and your partner are tasked with surgically removing the dummy's kidney and replacing it with a fresh one from your medical box. Work slowly and carefully together... and don't panic. Seriously, don't. The staff have also released some monster snakes nearby, just to add to the excitement. Stay calm, and the creatures won't sense your presence. Alternatively, one partner can fight them while the other one works on the patient. First Aid has never been so blood-tingling before!
• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include music and/or jump ropes.
For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!

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[ Hykell's earned himself a bored look, now, as Gilgamesh's amusement begins to turn to irritation since Hyde's realized he's made a terrible mistake and Gil's never been much of one for Waiting.

Waiting is for mongrels. ]

Then you'd best begin walking, shouldn't you, mongrel?

[ His arms are crossed, the caterwauling of the carolers a distant consideration. He's waaaaaiting. Don't do that. ]

[ Shit. It was fun before, but now it isn't. Hyde can't think of any clever ways to spin this turn of events in his favor, not when he's been challenged to perform by the King of Heroes.

For a brief moment, something like frustration flickers over the pleasant doctor's face, but it quickly passes. Fine, then! Whatever! He'll super-commit to this performance, and he'll make a damn good pudding, and no one will ever even suspect it was actually him all along!! ]

Forgive me, your majesty.

[ And thus begins their unfortunate cooking adventure. Hyde leads the way toward the grocery store, already digging through Jekyll's memories for the recipe. Yeah, like he thought, he'll need this and that... and that... and also this... Wow, this shit is complicated.

No, he's got this! He's the awesome Edward Hyde, and some little English pudding isn't about to get the best of him. ]

[ Is it really just a challenge at this point? Gilgamesh's mien goes still, eyes narrowed to slits as Hyde displays a strange coil of emotion for such a timid milksop... and then it's gone.

If Gil weren't Gil, he might suspect something. As it stands, he's just pleased that Hyde's gotten his head out of his ass and remembered that obeying the Absolute Authority is above all else, on pain of violent, non-fatal skewering... or passive-aggressive wine-fueled jibes, depending on how quickly Master shows up to interfere. ]

You are given the boon of forgiveness once, mongrel. Do not disappoint me again.

[ Hyde leads the way and Gilgamesh follows at a leisurely pace while the not-Jekyll combs the grocery store and Gil does absolutely nothing to help. Pushing carts or carrying baskets are tasks better suited to servants--actual servants, not Servants--and luckily for Gil, he's got a servant-Servant in the form of Mr. He-Did-Nothing-For-Jekyll's-Doctorate.

... what the hell is figgy pudding, anyway? Gilgamesh gazes thoughtfully into a collection of festively branded goods, a sneer working its way onto his face as he stares into the empty eyes of a cheery penguin with utter contempt. ]

[ This is so... boring. He hates this. He really hates this. If Gilgamesh wasn't trailing after him, he'd be sorely tempted to just run off and ditch this entire mess.

Instead, he's forced to collect the various ingredients under Gilgamesh's expectant eye: raisins, currants, sultanas, prunes (both pitted and chopped), oranges (for their citrus peels, which he'll have to finely chop himself later), sliced almonds, freshly grated nutmeg, ground mixed spice, ground cinnamon, ground almonds (ugh, wasn't one kind enough?!), salt, fresh breadcrumbs, soft brown sugar, butter, 6 large eggs, and two different kinds of alcohol, including both brandy and stout beer.

Where are the figs? One might ask. First, fuck you for making him explain this even hypothetically. Secondly, it's a common misconception. Blah blah, nerd talk, basically despite the name 'figgy' pudding was originally made with raisins and similar dried fruit, so the pudding he's planning to make is far more interesting than that entry-level fig shit. Gilgamesh better be grateful at the end of all this, because otherwise, Hyde is probably going to flip the entire dining table in frustration.

The patience of a Berserker only goes so far, and he's sorely testing his as it is. ]

Haha... this should be it... all the ingredients...

[ The basket is heavy, considering he's currently wearing Jekyll's form and thus lacks proper access to his Servant strength, but whatever. Whatever!! He'll muster through if it means getting out of here. His clothes feel too tight and stifling, and he'd give anything to unbutton his vest and loosen the tie around his throat. ]

[ Honestly, shopping is The Fucking Worst and if Gil weren't getting the pleasure of pissing Hyde right the hell off, he would be doing Literally Anything Else. Watching paint dry, lighting his eyebrows on fire, donating to charity--anything else would be better than milling through common mongrels while his Particular Mongrel stocks up on approximately every nut in the world and nothing resembling a fig.

Look, hypothetically, figgy pudding is still made of lies and deceit, and Hyde should feel like a huge fucking dork for giving even half a rat's ass about any of this, because Gilgamesh is probably going to shiny-object off into the sun after insulting his dish, table soaring through the air in his wake.

Still. Either Hyde deals with it, or he reveals the ruse... not that Gilgamesh's opinion's going to change very much, one worm or another. ]

Are you truly trembling under such a small basket?

[ Gil's hands are in his pockets, and he arches a brow at Jyde because criticizing everything like a drunk little primadonna is what he does. ]

Let us away from here. I grow weary of being in such close proximity with so many commoners. [ And by weary, he means Annoyed, if the sour tremble in his aura is any indication. He only has so much tolerance for mortal bullshit, especially when it's not His Mortal and Her Bullshit. ]

[ It's the principle of the thing. Or really, it's his pride screwing him over here. As far as Hyde's concerned, this is his most successful impression of Jekyll ever, and even if it doesn't technically matter—like, sure, he may not be afraid to playfully taunt Gilgamesh but he knows better than to pull a freaking dagger on him, so there's no surprise attack happening here—he still refuses to give up the game until he's called out on his identity.

Since Gilgamesh doesn't actually care, it means he's stuck. ]

Haha... I'm rather pathetic, you know.

[ Jekyll is weak, and Hyde hates that too. He hates everything about this. God, how he wants to stab someone right now. His 'polite' smile is becoming increasingly strained. ]

Just a moment. We can leave soon.

[ He has to pay for all this stuff, right? He guesses? Hyde doesn't actually care whether he steals from this store or not, but he's trying to keep up appearances. ]

All right.

[ Finally! Now to lug this basket all the way back... great. ]

[ Pride is definitely the problem between these two idiots. Hyde is completely wasting his effort here, because Gilgamesh wouldn't know Jekyll from a bag of coffee grounds, except the coffee grounds have some use to him. He's going to be stuck being a weenie forever. ]

No one would disagree with you, [ he lilts, pleasantly, catching Hyde's burn on Jekyll and dunking it on home. The tension in the other servant's face is amusing--and so Gilgamesh is perfectly content to continue to play the tyrant. ]

Very well. See to your business, mongrel.

[ Gilgamesh's idea of paying for things is taking them and occasionally leaving some sort of compensation in his wave. Sometimes the compensation is 'hey, King Gilgamesh didn't murder me and/or sleep with everyone in my family, I'm having a pretty good day I guess'. Fortunately, Gilgamesh isn't in the mood for pillaging the grocery store, so he waits with something resembling patience for Hyde to be a commoner and then they're on their way back to base--pass the exhausted sounding carolers, one might add.

He is absolutely not gonna help with that basket. ]

[ Maybe it's for the best he doesn't have access to Berserker strength in this form. Otherwise, he'd be sorely tempted to throw this basket as hard as he can down the street.

Funnily enough, he doesn't necessarily have a problem with Gilgamesh himself. He finds the King of Heroes rather hilarious. It's too bad he's too stubborn to drop this little game, or else maybe they could go do something more fun ~~at least until Master shows up.~~ ]

It's going to be worth the wait.

[ No, wait, why did he say that. Why doesn't he think before saying things. Shit. Maybe Gilgamesh wasn't listening. ]

[ ... but that'd be funny though. Just yeet your problems away, Hyde, it'll make everything better.

Gilgamesh is perfectly likeable as long as you like him on his terms. He has minimal idea they're playing a game, so the ruse will continue until Hyde does something amusing or somebody who Actually Gives A Toss shows up to make everyone not be bloodthirsty little maniacs again. The attempt doesn't work on Gil, really, but Hyde should probably watch his ass. ]

I will be most displeased if it is not.

[ Gil doesn't have to look at mongrels to hear their petty barking. He can stare out the windows and watch the carolers sort of sag in on themselves like a sad flan while also being keenly aware of what's happening around him. ]

[ Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]

Haha.

[ He's not sure how much longer he can do this. At least he can finally get started on the actual dish, having brought the ingredients to the kitchen while Gilgamesh stares haughtily out the window. Hyde's fortunate he's not paying close attention, because Hyde's ability to properly control Jekyll's expressions is starting to fail him.

Jekyll wouldn't gaze at the ingredients with a vaguely murderous gleam in his eye, but here they are.

Hyde scrounges for the memory of the recipe, relying on Jekyll's neatly organized mind to help guide him through this, but it soon dawns on him... wait. They don't... actually know how to cook. Jekyll knows the recipe because he requested it on his housekeeper's behalf during some Christmas party or another, but Jekyll himself has no hands-on experience making the dish. He was born into an affluent lifestyle, attended to by servants even well into adulthood, and so he had no need to learn.

But that means... oh no. He can't just copy whatever Jekyll did, because Jekyll never did it. He's going to have to figure this out on his own. Hyde is going to have to put in actual effort. ]

[ sometimes it be like that tho. ]

Is there something amusing about the thought of incurring my displeasure, worm?

[ The thing remains that Gil still has no interest in remembering the first thing about Hyde and his better half, so any displays of irritation are just... another mongrel getting mad at their own failings. Now, the frustration that's all but radiating off the man because he is getting real, real mad is hilarious, so between the two of them, the house isn't liable to start exploding or anything.

Not until Hyde starts with actual explosions, anyway. Gilgamesh continues to people watch for a while longer until that ceases to amuse--and when there's nothing interesting to stare at, there's only one pastime left to turn to. Hyde's standing like a lump on a log, so Gilgamesh busies himself with opening a Gate and calling forth a jug of his preferred wine, as well as a pair of drinking vessels.

He takes the gilt chalice for himself and leaves a wooden cup on Hyde's side of the counter. ]

Were you planning on starting on your country's amazing dish before you dissolve back into mana due to our master perishing of old age, or...?

Not at all.

[ The sudden appearance of alcohol is a welcome one, and Hyde isn't about to look this gift horse in the mouth if Gilgamesh is feeling tolerant enough to share. Jekyll would refuse, of course, but fuck that. Hyde is absolutely going to drink if he's given the chance. ]

Yes, don't worry. I was merely making sure I have everything I need before I get started.

[ If nothing else, he's good with a knife. He'll stab these ingredients until the dish cooperates. That's how cooking works, right?

Hyde reaches out, retrieving a particularly sharp kitchen knife, and gets to work. At the very least, he has to prep these stupid orange peels.

Again, if Gilgamesh cared even slightly about his fellow Servant, it might seem strange to watch the mild-mannered doctor chop so recklessly. If he slips up even once, he'll end up bleeding all over the counter, but this is one area where Hyde is completely confident in his skills. He even twirls the knife as a flourish once he's finished, the brief act of getting to play around with his favorite weapon taking the edge off of his frustration slightly.

Fortunately, however, Gilgamesh has absolutely no fucks left to give. ]

I'm not worried, worm. Nothing about this situation has yet to pique anything in me--which is something you should be worried about.

[ Nobody wants Gilgamesh to be bored; here he is, fuckless and starting to count the proverbial tiles in the ceiling, and that is a bad, bad position to have him in. Bored Gilgamesh creates entertainment. People usually die during Gilgamesh's entertainments--or get roped into fighting a bunch of monsters, and nobody wants that.

Hykyll, at least, proves interesting with his sudden and unexpected skill with a knife--like he's suddenly grown half an inch as a person, with one whole hidden depth to him instead of being the humanoid embodiment of dry toast with extra wheat on top. ]

My. Who knew pudding needed quite so many sharp implements.

[ Hey, if Gilgamesh wants to summon a phantasmal dragon to liven up the place, Hyde certainly won't say no. ]

Yeah, pudding's tricky like that.

[ Once he minces about every ingredient he can possibly find some plausible excuse to stab, he's left with... well. The actual cooking part. Fuck.

Hyde reaches up to loosen his tie, giving himself some room to breathe. He hasn't transformed, not yet, but he thinks he's earned the right to let loose a little, even if it's out of character for Jekyll. ]

Okay. This part's, you know, really boring. Why don't you go rest your feet in the other room, your majesty? I'll bring out the pudding once it's ready.

[ Yes, he is absolutely trying to get rid of Gilgamesh while he tries to figure out how the hell cooking works. ]

[ See, now I'm just picturing him opening a gate and a dragon's snoot popping out... but the rest can't fit. Damn you, limitations on the gates. ]

Who knew your people could so complicate a thick, sugary soup.

[ The milquetoast is acting stranger and stranger by the minute; for a moment, Gilgamesh starts to consider the implications, eyes fixed on Hyde as more and more of him comes to the forefront. Strange, strange, but what could it mean?

... nope, don't care. Gil arches a brow as Hyde tries to dismiss him, a smile curling on his lips. There's something much juicier in the air than Assassin suddenly growing a personality. ]

Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world. Serve me wine, take some of your own, and show me your country's proud culinary tradition, Assassin. I'm waiting.

[ Nice try, fucko. ]

[ Dammit. ]

...Of course, your majesty. How generous of you.

[ Hyde forces a pleasant smile on his face, but it absolutely doesn't reach his eyes as he moves over to lift the jug of wine to fill Gil's golden cup. At least he's getting some alcohol out of this, too.

Jekyll would likely try to politely decline the drink, but fuck that. Hyde pours himself some wine as well, picking up the cup and partaking of the king's wine without hesitation.

Okay. Fuck. He can do this. He can absolutely do this. He's going to make Gilgamesh eat his words, and then Hyde's pudding.

...................................................

At least it was surely entertaining, to watch the Englishman fumble around the kitchen, making an utter mess of everything before ultimately putting the dish into a pan. He's supposed to boil it, and he tries his best to do so, but this isn't the sort of recipe intended for a beginner.

The end result... is absolutely not as pretty or picturesque as he remembers from the Christmas parties Jekyll attended during his human lifetime. ]

Incredibly so. Don't waste my gift.

[ Gilgamesh's lip does curl a little at Hyde just... guzzling away at his wine--the part of him that likes to show off is at constant war with the part of him that doesn't like poor people touching his shit. It is a struggle to be Gilgamesh; to be so fantastic and the focal point... of a universe that doesn't deserve you.

He nurses his goblet of wine as Hyde puts the kitchen into a wild state of disarray, the faint droning of the carolers continuing on and on and on, like the new normal for a whistling winter wind. The smells coming from the cooking space... sure are smells. There's the potential for something magical and harmonious, but there's a sense that everything is just one step to the right of being completely in time.

Gil rises from where he's sat to come examine the pan that's to be offered to him, eyes fixed on... that. ]

... do you find yourself amusing, mongrel?

[ Yeah, yeah, it must be so hard to be Gilgamesh. ]

Whatever do you mean?

[ He responds, with picture-perfect innocence. He'd even sparkle, if he had any idea how to control that stupid emotion magic shit.

Fuck, the pudding, it's... not supposed to look like this? With any luck, Gilgamesh has no idea. Maybe English food always looks like melting slop. ]

[ It is. It's hard to be Gilgamesh, and no one understands, because all of you are mongrels and Enkidu is dead. ]

It looks like the sort of meal scraps you'd toss to your hounds after supper.

[ Gilgamesh is eyeing Hyde, frowning quite robustly. Gilgamesh may not know English food, but he knows good food, and so the scowling will continue until the meal improves. ]

You mock me. [ It's a little hissed, Gil's lip curling to bare his teeth just a bit. That may be a Gate shimmering on the edge of a temper tantrum. ]

[ Hyde is reckless, thoughtless, violent, selfish, and vulgar. But he doesn't actually have a death wish. Quite the contrary, in fact. There's a prickling awareness at the back of his neck, some feral instinct warning him that he's about to be in pretty bad shape if he doesn't find a way to smooth over the situation, fast.

Shit. Hyde tugs nervously at his tie, further exposing his throat as the top of his dress shirt pops open. ]

That's just how authentic Christmas pudding is, you know.

I mean, you toss it out to the carolers, right? They're basically dogs.

[ Any attempt to mimic Jekyll's speech patterns have all but vanished at this point, in his desperate attempt to come up with some plausible excuse that will save his own hide. ]

[ Hyde can bare his throat all he wants, Gil is still trying to decide how punishable the offense laid before him is. He scowls at the other servant, arms crossing over his chest as he sets his weight, shoulders drawn up like he's preparing to unleash a whole hail of Gate-wrought justice on Hyde's crime. ]

You're making a mockery of me--for all your talk of 'proper' food and how exquisite such cuisine is supposed to be, you present this before a king?

[ boi.

... but, the punishment should fit the crime. Ritsuka gets really sad if Gilgamesh sentences people to perforation all willy-nilly. ]

Eat it. Prove that your dish is edible, mongrel.

[ That's—not as bad as he was expecting, actually. Of course, he hasn't tasted the damn thing yet, but eating his own shitty food is still preferable to death. ]

All right.

[ How bad can it actually be? Maybe it just looks ugly, but it's secretly delicious, like he's actually a misunderstood genius whose true talent goes unappreciated due to all the close-minded fools around him.

Hyde grabs a spoon and dips it into the mess he's created. Up and to his lips it goes, chew, chew, and... swallow. ]

See? It's fine.

[ It fucking sucked.

Holy shit, did it fucking suck.

Maybe he should just toss the whole thing in Gilgamesh's face and make a run for it while the king is blinded by hot viscous pudding. ]

[ Now, see, the pudding-flip thing would work... if blinding the king also managed to completely scramble his memory and make him forget the fact that Hyde threw garbage in his goddamn face. Gilgamesh is an unstoppable rage creature when he really gets started, and Hyde's only what, like four?

He's too young to die. Stop trying to hasten the process, you idiot.

Gilgamesh watches, surly and scowling, as Hyde sets to eating (and only looks slightly tense around the eyes, but considering there are Gates in the air, that's to be expected). Watching the Bersassin eat is... somewhat comforting. And now Gilgamesh is being shown up. ]

Hmph. [ He's not about to be outdone by a scrawny little milksop like Assassin. He takes a different spoon, dipping it into the pudding and getting... a small portion, barely half a spoonful. He stares at the slop, eyes narrowed... but, he asked for this.

His mettle is that of a king's. He pops the spoon into his mouth. ]

[ Fortunately, he decides against chucking the entire dish at Gilgamesh's head and running away. Not because he realizes it is inherently a terrible idea, but because he's not sure he's fast enough to make it out the front door before getting Babylon'd.

But that means... his only real option here is to double-down on the whole pudding scheme. Apologizing or telling the truth are stupid solutions that don't even briefly cross his mind, because he's not some goody two-shoes like Jekyll.

The pudding is hot and wet and definitely tastes like alcohol, and not in a particularly pleasant way. There are also little bits of fruit and nuts, diced into oblivion, that pepper the sludge like the world's saddest birthday sprinkles. ]

Isn't it good? Carolers love this stuff. It's, uh, an English tradition, you know.

[ Gilgamesh is a being that hides a great number of things in his depths.

For all his casual arrogance, his second-nature cruelty... there's a bevy of emotions playing out across his face as he sits with his tongue against the pudding sludge, trying to comprehend what's in his mouth, occupying his royal space and tainting his Authority. It's a mockery of decent alcohol, it's weird little chunks, it's a vague... fruit... theme, in the way that a glue factory is horse themed.

Ostensibly, the stuff is there, and the ingredients were put into the slurry, but the alchemy performed hasn't resulted in a human, and Hyde deserves to lose an arm for this. Gilgamesh goes from staring blankly into the future to locking eyes with Hyde, murder filling that slit-pupil gaze as he draws the spoon back out and spits to clear his mouth of the taste, grabbing his cup of wine to wash some of it away. ]

That's horrible. Did you just try to poison me, you mongrel?!

i also pulled him today and made the most unholy noise at 2 am

i also stayed up until the banner changed over at 2am, so this is such a mood

it was totally worth it i have done nothing but feed him embers and farm more. he's 93 :D

congrats!!! :3 would you like to be FGO friends btw, gil can come bully my lvl98 jekyll&hyde

SURE i'm down to clown and Jackals at 637,857,756

sent o/ i'm marz, all hail your glorious lvl100 king btw

he was a sweetie today and super successed me from 97-100 <3 adding!

niiiice, that was surprisingly sweet of him! those last few levels are The Worst

he took pity on me probably so i'd get to upping his skills and he could eat the rest of my qp

i'm constantly in qp hell tbh

i havent had a 4/5 star that i've given cups and lots of skillups to, but it's coming

god i hate how this event is time locked, LET ME FARM THE LOTTERY ALREADY, GAME

now we are in the desolate times, with no free embers and so many servants to feed

haha you don't need embers if you can't pull any new servants, points at temple

what if i keep pulling servants by accident i feel obligated to feed them

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