dinner with weirdos

[momingstar]

[Everyone will get a note under their door and be called for supper. If and when they arrive at the kitchen, Eimi's set some fish stew and rice out for everyone.]

Hello! I know we haven't had a lot to do here and we all want to get home, but there's no reason we can't make the best of things. This isn't just a group meal, though. I'd like anyone to share what they've found so far. I haven't seen any major clues yet, and I've been looking, but this shouldn't turn into a competition, you know! I've had quite enough of that.

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[inthecolosseum]

[The first thing to emerge into the kitchen is an inquisitive, and slightly mischievous, looking head, grinning like a hannya mask as it/he scopes out the situation wordlessly.]

[momingstar]

[It says something that, while Eimi immediately jumps to her feet and grabs the nearest soup ladle, she hesitates and narrows her eyes before putting it down.]

Ah... hello! You're one of us too, then, I presume. I'm sorry I haven't spoken with you yet. Are you hungry?

[inthecolosseum]

Eh, well... actually, I was hoping you might have turned up some apples. [It's put almost sheepishly.]

(Hm, this is a little oddly formatted. Should I assume the conversation with L was already ongoing when he popped in?)

[momingstar]

[I don't really care -- DWRP as a whole does tend to do that for logs if you think about it too hard! It works either way.]

Not yet. It's not the right climate for those to be growing outside, but nothing else makes sense in here anyway.

[inthecolosseum]

[Looking rather crestfallen at this information, the gangly creature emerges fully from the wall, fetching a long, deep sigh before looking contemplatively down at the smaller human, belatedly offering up a quick,]

Yo. Seems like everyone here can see me, so I should probably introduce myself. Ryuk.

[momingstar]

[...Um.]

...Hello. You aren't, ah... I don't actually know the polite way to phrase this, but you aren't a demon of some sort, are you?

[inthecolosseum]

Nah.

[He plops himself into the nearest convenient seating surface with a certain weightless gracelessness.]

I don't know for certain if demons exist, but I've never seen one before. I'm a shinigami, a "god of death". We're not really interested in seducing or deceiving humans.

[momingstar]

Well, I'd hope not. Though that does mean we're no closer to finding out why we're here.

[inthecolosseum]

I'd like to know that myself. It shouldn't be possible to keep me here, but they've managed. Whoever arranged this has some incredible resources. Or powers.

[He pauses a beat, finally settling a fishy stare on the human woman.]

So, what's your name, missy?

[momingstar]

Haneoka Eimi. I'll agree that none of this should be possible. We don't even know what year it is here, if we've all given different reports.

[inthecolosseum]

Hm. Nice to meet you.

[takethecake]

[After Ryuk has settled in, it's time to be social! Their host has convinced him to mind his manners, which means his knees aren't up above the table. He's still kneeling rather than squatting but all the same, it's an unusually made concession.]

We meet again. How many have you met so far now?

[inthecolosseum]

One other. I ran into a man outside. If it makes you feel any better, he reacted the same way as you.

[takethecake]

Did he? You must be getting bored of it by now.

[inthecolosseum]

Not at all.

[takethecake]

Ah, that's good to hear. You'd die if you were too bored, you said?

[inthecolosseum]

Probably. [The noncommittal tone makes it a bit ambiguous how literally he was speaking.] If there's nothing to eat here, though, I should get going. Good luck.

[takethecake]

Do Shinigami only eat apples?