#cawcaw

1. i should continue writing my 64k franema fic

2. i should reread the codex seraphinianus

3. (context: ttrpg campaign i am running) if i don't know what is the exact kind of fertilizer - offered to her by the daughter of one of the capital's high priestess and councilor advisors - and location of soil used by the immigrant innkeeper of this capital to keep her little pine trees - which she smuggled in on a cart many years ago - alive because the beverage she makes with their needles reminds her of home i will lose my mind forever

4. cooking bird meat sauteed in box wine

a woman (B) kept getting accused of copying from another woman (A). person B gets kicked because she panicked bad during a sponge cake test and fucked up her own cake and she begged for sponge cake scraps from people, among which there was A. she used the sponge of multiple people and was thus disqualified. person A rejoyces because "she had it coming, she is a little girl who takes nothing seriously, I'm serious and she is just arrogant and I don't want to talk about her ever again I hate her no actually that's too strong i feel exactly 0 about her. and I would stab her in the neck if i could also."

at some point 6 partecipants who were previously eliminated get called back to cook one last time to come back in the game and in the first test 4 of them get kicked, and 2 of them pass (B is among them.) person A is like "oh no way in fucking hell i HATE her and want her gone I am mad as a bull I dont want her to come back she's a terrible cook and knows nothing and i am going to stomp everyone to death if they help her in ANY WAY" ok.

so the last test to come back B is against another partecipant and they have to cook cannelloni AND they are going to get judged by the 10 competitors still in game. with a blind test. so they only taste the dishes and no one knows who they are voting for.

so of course person B wins 8 out of 10. and person A is, of course, among those 8 votes.

person B was subsequently eliminated before she could have a duel 1vs1 agaimst person A who almost cheered for her before she was eliminated. but fuck it was a run until it lasted . just. a potentially a compelling story who non-italian people would be unlikely to know. yuriful for those with love in their hearts or something.

not like the people themselves which enacted that but like the characters on the scene. like, their personas and the the roles which could exist in their place. like its coworkers and roommates. the stories left behind when the people walk away, forgotten. the shapes they leave and the thematical roles they leave the imprint and shadow of. is this thing still on

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