Fortieth Order (Backdated to July 14th)

[sacred_thunder]

[Ky is in the kitchen, at the counter. An assortment of ingredients sits on the counter before him, and a cutting board is in front of him. Ky is trying to cut up an onion, but is not having much luck. All of his cuts are sloppy and uneven -- and that's what's happening when the onion isn't slipping away from him. This is what happens when you try

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PLACEHOLDERRRR

[wristsniper]

[Guess who is CONVENIENTLY just stopping by to say hello! Knock knock!]

[sacred_thunder]

[Ky sets down the knife and walks to the door to open it. When he does, Olivier will see that his right arm is in a sling.]

Oh, hello. Would you like to come inside?

[wristsniper]

[Enjoy this raised eyebrow, free of charge! She'll step inside, though.]

I just came to see how you were doing, since I hadn't heard from you. Obviously the answer isn't "well". What happened?

[sacred_thunder]

My arm? I was "re-educated" by the communists. When the brainwashing wore off...I found out my arm was broken.

[hop_toit_udonge]

-She represses a chuckle.-

Do you need some help, dear?

[sacred_thunder]

You're, ah...you're back to normal?

[hop_toit_udonge]

For some time, yes.

[sacred_thunder]

Good. I'm glad.

And, ah, yes. I'm afraid I have found cooking while my dominant hand is in a sling to be an impossible task.

[bustydefense]

Would you like some help?

[sacred_thunder]

Thank you, but I already have somebody assisting me.

[bustydefense]

[Reading comprehension, I has it, really]

Good. Be careful.