TWENTY-SEVEN : For the glory of...

[wristsniper]

[Olivier has been listening in for a few hours; pretend it's morning. She's answered the door when called to, and despite being CRABBY about not having her stuff, she's remained calm.

She was also assigned to make beet salads for every factory picnic. WHAT.]Well

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[sniper_shark]

If someone comes to get 'em they can have every beet I own.

[wristsniper]

As long as you're donating them to the cause, I'll accept them.

[sniper_shark]

Good. It'll leave me more room for... I dunno, vodka. Maybe I'll see how consistently drunk I can stay until things smooth over.

[wristsniper]

How many beets would you say you have?

[kimitoaruiteku]

Have you seen my brother...? Or May...?

[wristsniper]

Not yet. ...I take it you have not, either. Perhaps they're at school.

[kimitoaruiteku]

I hope they're all right...

[wristsniper]

I'll look out for them when I see them. It's been a busy day, to say the least.

[weaponsparked]

... You'll do what?

[wristsniper]

I'm making food for the workers. And what are you being tasked with?

[weaponsparked]

Harassing the cooks.

[wristsniper]

I wish I could help you with your task, but I'm cooking at the moment, Did you want to donate beets?

[Cheerful working comrade voice is GO.]

[rogue_crow]

I am certain I have more beets than any household would ever want or need.

Though, personally, I rather liked your dresses. Not fashions I would choose, mind you, but you wore them quite well.

[wristsniper]

Donate them to the glorious cause.

...I look terrible in dresses. Who wants to look weak and exposed?

[rogue_crow]

I can bring them over right now, if you wish.

Someone who wishes to slyly influence the perceptions of others, perhaps?

...by the way, you have not seen any yaks, I assume? I am apparently supposed to find any Mayfield has. I suspect my job may be distressingly easy.

[wristsniper]

I--no, the party would appreciate the contribution. It's selfless.

I haven't seen any yaks... But my job doesn't involve animals. Just beets.

[nirvananation]

I would give you some of mine, but I need to slaughter them... [Sobbing how does one slaughter a beet, anyway?]

[wristsniper]

Slaughter?

[nirvananation]

That is my job. To 'slaughter beets'.

...And cows. I am supposed to slaughter them as well.

[wristsniper]

Well, the second makes more sense to most people. Have you actually seen any cows, though?