11 PM - Kitchen Thread

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[All characters have relocated to the kitchen where they've set envelopes on the table; characters were encouraged (but not required on any game-based level) to put anything besides their welcome message/map into the envelope. Fake outs, of course, allowed. Separate thread by requests since it's been about two months. If your character put anything in their envelope, a reminder that you can post an anonymous comment with the contents of an envelope here, just be sure to PM sheep_dog to let them know you did in case there's any questions. Once your character's made a reply we'll assume you've had a chance to leave any message. Feel free to leave your anonymous messages in or outside the thread.

Characters can put their vote-off post on the bulletin board after the kitchen thread, but due to OOC issues Haneoka had to be the one voted off the first round. We've confirmed enough characters will vote her off anyway but feel free to list whoever else you want. You can do that anonymously too if you prefer.]

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[andeatit]

[He gives a nod to each of them in turn.]

Thank you. [And then he turns to L.] Tell me everything you need. Once I come back, I don't plan on leaving the room again until we all do.

[takethecake]

The softer the brush, the better. [His thumb slides over his lower lip, eyes at the ceiling before looking at Light and Atsushi again.] Ah, and if you could bring fishing rope or the sashes from any bathrobes.

[andeatit]

Then, Atsushi-kun, let's hurry.

[Assuming he'll be followed, he exits the room after one last look at the envelopes.]

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[Mikami watches after them until they're out of sight before looking to L, then to Ryuk. After another moment, he holds out a hand expectantly, like a surgeon calling for forceps.]

Paper.

[inthecolosseum]

[If the shinigami takes any offense at such a brusque inquiry, it's overridden by interest and a strange curiosity. He hands over the papers as requested.]

((I'm inclined to assume shinigami probably do not have fingerprints or body oils, the latter being because they don't really have a metabolism to speak of. Anything that'd be left behind by the paper being handled by a big long clawed finger is otherwise presumably left.))

[takethecake]

It's a little late to add your fingerprints to something now.

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[Maybe the prior demand didn't earn any open offense, but a glare, as if Ryuk had just done something so imbicilic he needs a minute to decide if it's a joke or earnest stupidity, might push things just a little further. He doesn't touch the papers in question.

He also doesn't justify L with a response.

Decorum's not really Mikami's strong suite.]

A blank one. From your Note. You have one still, right?

[inthecolosseum]

[This gives him a bit of pause, his posture visibly tensing.]

Oi. You're pushing it, human, demanding even part of a shinigami's Death Note like that.

[There's a few seconds' pause, leaving just whether he'll comply with the request hanging in the air. Whether it's in contemplation, or just to send a message, however, after the moment passes, he tears a small strip from a page of the notebook, no more than an inch wide and three inches long. Pinched between his claws, he simply holds it out.]

((An afterthought: Imagine the stage-musical Ryuk reacting to any of these things.))

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[If nothing else, Mikami's patient. He waits with no particular sense of urgency; it's not until he sees him tearing a strip that he complains.]

Do you think that a decent fingerprint card can be made from that little?

[inthecolosseum]

[Somehow, this seems to be what he was waiting for, as he proceeds to tear out a larger piece of the paper, his response flecked with sarcasm.]

Oh, is that what you needed? You only had to ask. [Still, seeming content to have - however briefly - asserted some defense of his dignity, he presents the more feasibly sized paper without a fuss.]

[takethecake]

That much isn't necessary. But I won't stop you.

[L starts to turn to the pantry then stops.]

Shinigami, if he touches anything while I'm gathering materials, would you please tell me?

[inthecolosseum]

[That subtle tonal shift evokes a more affable grin on Ryuk's face.]

Sure.

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Why would I want to touch anything? [In case it weren't abnundantly clear that it's a rhetorical question, Mikami mumbles to himself while pulling the kettle off of the burner.] If my fingerprints are on anything but that last envelope, it'd be obvious I interfered with an ongoing investigation...

[takethecake]

[L smiles. Unlike Ryuk, he apparently enjoys Mikami's perpetual bitchiness.]

Thank you.

[Then it's off to the pantry to begin gathering cooking oil and paper towels. It's only a few seconds as he seems to already know exactly where they are in the pantry. He takes two long cups, a tea cup, and two bowls and sets them on the counter as well. Once gathered he perches in a chair again, setting things up.]

Unfortunately I did not see apples. But things will become interesting shortly, so please bare with us until then.

[inthecolosseum]

I think I can do without them if things are about to get interesting.

[takethecake]

Speaking of interesting... [Since Mikami so rudely took his kettle he'll just start putting sugar in an empty cup.] Is there a reason that Shinigami write human names on Death Notes?

[inthecolosseum]

It's to extend our own lifespans. Maybe for fun, for some, I guess. But when a human's name is written in a Death Note, their remaining natural lifespan is added to the shinigami's. We don't need to do it very often.

[takethecake]

Isn't it dangerous not to do so regularly?

[inthecolosseum]

You can do a few at a time and be set for a few hundred years. The only danger is losing track.

[takethecake]

Then there's a way to keep track, to know each human's remaining lifespan.

[inthecolosseum]

Observant. Yeah. That's right.

[takethecake]

Hmmm... [Once the cup is half full of sugar he lulls his head back and forth, chin on his knees.] Then can you say who is going to die tonight?

[inthecolosseum]

Normally, yes, I could. But there's a little wrinkle to things in this place.

[One long, tapered finger indicates L.]

Going by what I know of lifespans, you should already be dead.

[takethecake]

[He blinks. Which is a normal thing normal folk do, but some might have been under the impression that L doesn't.]

And what do you know of lifespans to suggest that?

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[It's been long enough the bottom of the kettle should be moderately cooled, at least enough to smearing soot from the bottom of the tea kettle on one of the paper towels. There's not a lot, but it's enough to get onto his fingers after putting the kettle back on the burner.

With a serious expression, as if there's not a god of death and, according to Ryuk, a zombie chatting about the impending murder of kidnapping victims, he goes about pressing his fingers down to give inked impressions.]