nineteenth pact ❖ {picnic with the devil}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil has taken over the bottom floor of the library, shoving chairs and tables aside so that he can camp out in the middle. One of the curtains from... somewhere has been converted into use as a picnic blanket, enough to sit at least five or six.

Emil has been busy cooking /all day/ just for this moment, and it seems like he's cooked for an army. Surrounding him include: creamy vegetable soup, some kind of cold bean soup, a tower of warm sandwiches from grilled cheese to meatball, cold sandwiches with cold meat, bowls of sweet custard, tiny coffee cakes with homemade icing, at least five different kinds of cute miniature pie (apple, cherry, chocolate, peanut butter, and pumpkin), crockpot-made macaroni and cheese, some kind of frito pie, yogurt and jello partfait, cottage cheese and fruit, a bowl of fruit cocktail, fresh sliced apples and peanut butter carved into shapes of KITTENS, cute pears, cupcakes that are happy, cupcakes with stylized fruit on them, and campfire cupcakes.

Yes, that's a lot of food. He might get zombies to come in here. But the weirdest thing is that he's eating and talking with invisible people. Or yelling at himself, as it were. His wolfish creature sits at the other end of the rug, clearly disturbed, while a black kitten sleeps on Emil's lap.]

Here, Richter, try some of this! It's your favorite, right?

Wake up, you moron!

[Emil stares at a spot to his left.] I... what? But I am awake. A-are you sure you don't want any of the—

SHUT UP! You're hallucinating, you idiot!

[And here Emil looks skeptical. Of himself.] ... No, I'm not.

Whatever. I'm done trying to talk you out of it.

[He winces as if slapped, and when he looks up again, he looks like a kicked puppy.] W-wait, where did everyone...

Oh.

[ooc: FOOD. HAVE AT.]

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[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[What. What, what what. What.]

Um.... Emil?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[SAD EMIL IN SNOW]

M... Marta...? You're... really here, right?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She nods slowly.]

Y-Yeah, I'm really here. ... Are you alright, Emil?

[She looks around at all of the food. And actually, her little kitten had taken it upon itself to go sniffing at some of the cupcakes. ♥]

What's all this?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I-I'm fine! I just... spaced out for a minute.

[More like he thought he was throwing a picnic for Richter and talked with him for the past three hours while preparing this stuff.]

This is-- ah-- it's... it's for us! And whoever else wants it.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She... just shakes her head and sits beside him. She picks up a kittyapple and smiles at it.]

It's cute! And it all looks so good... You really are an amazing cook, Emil!

[But her smile falters a little. She's still concerned, after all.] Were you talking to yourself? And, you mentioned Richter...

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand there goes the awkward smile, replaced by an expression of guilt.]

... I think the Plane was making me see things. But... it felt so real. I was making lunch, and then something reminded me of Richter, and there he was.

[He fidgets with his gloves.]

It didn't feel like a memory. It felt like a dream, but it was real, and...

[He looks over at that spot to his left.]

... He was sitting right there the whole time. The other me.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Her smile is completely gone by the time he finishes, leaving only a concerned little frown.]

Oh, Emil... [She puts an arm around his shoulders.] I'm sorry...

[lamb_of_gold]

[Blink blink]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[When Emil goes crazy, Mu totally has to be there. Emil doesn't notice him at first, just looks depressed as all hell and pets the sleeping kitty in his lap.]

... That wasn't fair.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He has a crazy-dar, I guess]

Seeing things?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil looks up sharply.]

Mu! S-sorry, I didn't... see you. Do you want something to eat? [Yeah, half of it is sweet stuff, but he even cut the sandwiches into cute adorable shapes. ;;]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He goes for some fruit]

You didn't answer my question, Emil

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[That makes him avert his eyes immediately.]

I-- yeah.

[ex_fatalist246]

[What draws Satoshi is not food, as he values food little. It's the talking-to-himself that pulls him in. As Satoshi has not himself been free from that sort of conversation, he doesn't immediately judge. He picks up one of the happy cupcakes instead.]

'Richter'?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil is still a bit spacey and trying to get a hold of himself when Satoshi comes over, so it takes him a moment to separate dream from reality. Richter isn't there anymore, but Emil glances to his right as if he just can't believe it.]

Richter...

[He looks up finally, a tad nervous.]

He was the first friend I ever made. When everyone else pushed me into the mud, he helped me up. He's always been nice to me even though we're on different sides.

[Does this sound familiar?]

A-anyway-- you saw that? That's... kinda embarrassing.

[ex_fatalist246]

[How someone who makes happy-fruit cupcakes can be capable of embarrassment, Satoshi may never know.] Not really. It's a common problem right now, so it's not something people will bother you about.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil has his priorities arranged in interesting configurations.]

... I guess. It happened to one of my friends, but this is kinda going overboard.

[He frowns down at all the food for a moment before realizing that he ought to be polite.]

Ah, sorry! Did you want anything? I can't eat all of this by myself, so I'll leave it here for whoever wants it.

[ex_fatalist246]

[He looks at the unsettlingly happy food.] You might think about offering yourself as a cook for people who can't make food for yourselves.

[He supposes, Emil being as he is, it may be nice for him to try to help lots and lots of people.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I think I will. I'm not that great at fighting, but the least I can do is cook for the people who can't.

[He cheers up a little bit at that idea. The wolfish creature gets up from the edge of the picnic blanket and curls up around Emil's back. Doggy blanket!]

... Maybe I should move all of this to the kitchen...

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Forget insanity: Emil has food. Sebastian, teddy in hands, looks curiously at the pile.]

Excuse me, but you look a bit out of sorts. Are you all right? Those are very good-looking desserts. Where did you find a cook?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[There's someone he hasn't seen in a while.] I-I'm... I'm fine now. Thanks.

[He glances at the spread, which is virtually untouched-- though one of the kittyapples has a bite in it. He draws his eyes away from it and back to Sebastian as he tries to place his name.]

I made most of this myself. I had to rush on the cupcakes so I only used buttercream frosting on two kinds, but it's still really good.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian picks up one of the fruit cocktails] Might I have some? Sometimes when I am very sad I like to have something very delicious, and then I can hardly recall that I was sad. Or perhaps that is the wine. I've been told that it helps sometimes to hold Aloysius. The cupcakes have faces, so perhaps if you hold them, you will feel better.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Y-you can have all of it if you want! [Those cupcakes are pretty damn cute.] I never did make you that... Mess thing. My monsters really liked it.

[He scratches at the back of his head.]

Um, I... I forgot your name. I'm sorry. I'm Emil in case you forgot mine too.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

It's very nice of you to say you have forgotten. Most people are so worried about being rude. I'm Sebastian, and this is Aloysius. Though I must warn you that Aloysius is less forgiving than I am about forgotten names. I'd like to sit. May I?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Pretending I know your name when I don't seems like it'd be worse...

[He straightens!]

Y-yeah, you can sit! There's plenty of room.