Night 58: Kitchen (Second Floor)

[princeofthemoon]

[ from here ]At first glance, there seemed little different in this room than there had been in the last one, especially in the dim light cast through the open door, and Sesshoumaru nearly growled in frustration. He felt weak, he felt drained, and if had all been for nothing once again

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[ultimagi]

[from here. It's like the kitchen is becoming that darn hallway!]

The light from the refrigerator was steady, but dim; while it managed to throw its yellow light far enough to hit each wall of the kitchen, it could not delve into the drawers or cupboards that lined the room. She set her small stack of hypothetical human food products on one of the counters, looking to see where her companion had gone.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru was very dubiously examining the little pile of lunch meat that Terra had left on the counter, musingly nibbling at a cookie. This appeared to be meat, but it did not seem at all appetizing. People ate this? Perhaps he had been mistaken.

[ultimagi]

She took the bottom of the two boxes and slid it out from the pile on the counter, setting her flashlight and knife down next to everything. The box was sturdy, in a way, but eventually the girl found a weak part, and proceeded to easily tear the whole thing open, ripping a wide opening across the front of the box. Inside was a sealed bag, but this did not have the toothy-nubs that the bags of meat in the refrigerator possessed; she tore this open as well.

She had no idea what this was, either.

"... Is this really food?"

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru had abandoned the uncertain pile of meat (he was pretty sure it was meat) and was examining the light source. It was a little space, cold spilling out through it, though it did not seem be connected with the outside world, and he could not see anything that should be causing the cold. There was a collection of bottles and cartons which seemed to contain liquid, a white sack, and something else in the corner. He considered it bemusedly and drew it along with the sack out

[ultimagi]

Her skepticism did not dissipate at such words, but it seemed to bolster her curiosity. Her fingers dug through the hard clumps of whatever-it-was, almost like miniature pine cones, though far more brittle. She took hold of one such cluster, moving it into the bright pillar of her flashlight; it was a golden sort of brown, shades off of her hair, but she supposed her companion's description made sense. It could have been made of grain

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru looked somewhat skeptical at her words, but nonetheless reached out to pick up a similar cluster. He bit a piece off to taste it and pulled a little, very subtle sort of face. Not entirely pleasant, but no more was it unbearable.

"Hn."

It was an unusual flavor, certainly, and one which he was not entirely certain he approved of. But, all the same....

He finished the odd little cone, and glanced back at the newest additions to the counter. "I am uncertain. This appears to contain fish of some kind, and this.... It resembles the things from before."

He picked off a bit - it was very soft, once again, which was disappointing; there was nothing here with the proper texture, but this....

Hm.

He broke off another piece, offering it with a raised eyebrow to Terra.

[ultimagi]

For a brief moment, the girl was reminded of Ryuuzaki with his paper bird, and so hesitated. It can help to focus on a pleasant memory... but you don't have any. I thought--

Pinching her lips between her teeth, she took the proffered substance. It was soft, yielding to the touch; it felt moist and a little sticky on her fingers. Residue stuck to her fingers even after she popped the thing into her mouth, and she had to scrape her fingers clean against her lower teeth. This too was sweet -- was everything up here a sweet of some kind, she wondered -- similar to the black disc, but much more flavorful. A thicker sort of taste, she supposed; it practically dissolved in her mouth.

She made a surprised sort of sound there, with her mouth closed. It was, she thought, what the thing in the other room had been trying to be, but failing spectacularly. The only problem, she thought, was one shared by the others. True, this food wasn't dry, but it certainly wasn't helping her growing thirst

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru licked his fingertips absently - whatever this is, it seemed vaguely addictive. After a moment of thought he broke off another piece, and began examining the sealed clear (though not glass) bottle that appeared to be full of water. It was as much out of curiosity as anything that prompted him to try to open it, but he couldn't seem to find much in the way of what to do in order to open it - perhaps pull the cap off, but if that was the case there was a trick to it. After a few moments he decided to simply use his claws to cut it open - a simple enough solution here.

It was as his claws were sliding into the plastic that the voice crackled to life.

Sesshoumaru reacted very quickly, eyes narrowed to slits, leaping over to the intercom as behind him the waterbottle fell and quietly began to spill out.

But there was no one there.

[ultimagi]

Water spread quickly over the counter and off, splattering to the hard floor beneath. She too jolted in surprise at the sudden noise, though her startlement was less of the 'jump and attack the source' variety and more the 'cup hand over mouth and be glad it was not the hand holding the knife' routine. But the voice continued after those initial seconds, and the girl was more than a little confused. Could somebody really have snuck into the room and hid here all this time while they'd been distracted a door away? It was possible

[princeofthemoon]

The voice was one of those in charge, and Sesshoumaru needed no further evidence nor excuse. But there was no one there.

Sesshoumaru glared in an interested, dangerous sort of way and, on chance that there would be something of value there, used his claws to rip into the intercom, pulling away the covering, exposing... nothing. Nothing except wires. Was it meant to be a spell form? It was ruined now if it was. He growled in frustration, then turned and looked behind him.

The water was dripping onto the floor.

His movements were silky as he turned and walked back to the counter, and washed the dust from his fingers in what water was still running over the edge of the counter, then righted the bottle and after a moment of consideration, finished its decapitation. And, after a moment he drank lightly from it, and looked back over to the girl.

[ultimagi]

The girl once more looked over their mess in the kitchen, split open containers and utensils strewn about. Most of it had been her doing, but the interruption of the task by the intercom made it seem wasteful.

"... Should we keep going?" she asked, hesitant and lost, as was often her case. "That other door..."

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru blinked as he watched her, expression slightly curious. "There is, then, nothing else here which you wish to examine?"

The scene was admittedly wasteful, but perhaps it mattered less to Sesshoumaru than Terra. Normally he was fastidious, but normally he was not being held captive, and this scene did not appear to be one that would affect him, merely his captors.

[ultimagi]

Uneasily she nodded. Much of it, she thought, she could take with her, or abandon later if it proved cumbersome. With quick and careful examination and sizing, she filled her two bags: the three painted capsules from the refrigerator, and three paper-labeled tins from the other room

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru considered, and after a moment of thought took another container of water out of the fridge and stowed it with the flashlight, deciding that if anything was likely to be useful here, that might be - and, of course, the knife, but that was securely at his hip already. After having finished this he waited for his companion, casually eating more of the cake and finishing the last of the water in the first container as he did so. When it appeared that she had finished, he moved away to the door, from one source of cold to another. It was curious, he considered, but there was a kind of symmetry in it.

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