Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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[upgradeit]

[Hiro takes the chicken, coffee totally forgotten, and starts petting it while quietly saying a lot of things in Japanese that involve the word "tori." Is he babytalking a chicken in Japanese? Wouldn't you like to know.]

He can't be Horchata, Marco. He's green. [Said like that's the most obvious thing in the entire world.] He should be Piima, because you know. They come in green, red, and yellow.

[nachosquire]

[Wow he. Didn't expect Hiro to accept their screaming son so quickly but look at him! He's definitely babytalking that chicken in Japanese and if that ain't the purest fucking thing.]

You know that's totally fair.

[hey its not like marco's dragon bike named nachos is nacho coloured]

How abouuuuut Conchas? 'Cause they also come in green, red, and yellow and.. kind of any colour you want, really.

[upgradeit]

Conchas works. Those are the melon pan that have frosting instead of cookie on the outside, right?

[It's entirely possible Honey Lemon explained this to him? So that's exactly what she said: "frosted melon pan." It has not occurred to Hiro that Marco won't know wtf melon pan are, because he's busy with his new chicken son. Hei Hei is his now. You can pry him from his cold, dead hands.]

[nachosquire]

[He would never pry Hei Hei away from his loving father, but he is gonna reach out to pet him a little bit too.]

Melon pan?

[It's not so much that Marco has no idea what he's talking about -- he appreciates all kinds of food and is also kind of a weeb? So it's a liiiiiiittle familiar but not really enough for him to figure out what the fuck Hiro's talking about.]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that's some kind of bread pastry too, right?

[upgradeit]

It's just bread with cookie dough for a crust.

[Funny story about why the Japanese word for bread is the same as the Spanish word for bread: the Portuguese were the first Europeans to contact Japan and therefore Japanese wholesale fucking stole their word for bread, pão, and (much in the same way English mumblemouth turned vaquero into buckeroo) transformed it into pan.

And that's your utterly useless Japanese trivia for the day.]

Pan is pan.

[nachosquire]

[You know what I appreciate this trivia.

And also Marco might be kind of weeb-ish but he absolutely doesn't know Japanese like. Beyond what you'd expect from someone who goes to a strip mall dojo and calls his white instructor "Sensei." So he looks relieved that he guessed right even though y'know it was.. obvious.. from the conversation....]

Pan is pan.

[That gets a soft looking smile from Marco though, and he reaches up with his hand to give Hiro's hair a pet instead of Hei Hei.]

Maybe we should just call him that? Y'know, Pan?

[upgradeit]

[I'm about to make a really stupid joke that doesn't make any sense in English, so I feel like I should apologize in advance?]

Yeah, okay. He can be Panko.

[That's パン子 like "bread child" and not パン粉 like "breadcrumbs."]

[nachosquire]

[Please don't apologize for terrible jokes, ever.]

That sounds adorable and I whole-heartedly accept this name.

[Okay now back to petting the sleepy chicken.]

Panko Hamada-Diaz.

[upgradeit]

[He literally just named a chicken "baby bread," Marco. Why do you let him do these things.]

Shouldn't it be Diaz-Hamada? Alphabetical makes more sense, doesn't it?

[nachosquire]

[Because he loves him and his memes?]

Do you like how that sounds more than Hamada-Diaz?

[are they really discussing this theyve been dating for like a week]


....Hamadiaz? Diiiimadaaaa?

[upgradeit]

[One of them has zero frame of reference for how relationships work and the other one listens to boy band songs of course they're discussing this.]

. . . Are you squishing our names together like fangirls do? Because usually it's first names - you know, like. Miro or Harco.

[nachosquire]

[...I mean. Fair.]

Ew, no. Not Harco. Never Harco.

[Marco makes a face at that, pulling his hand away in Disgust.]

Also no I'm not trying to do that weird relationship naming thing. I just want to figure out what last name sounds right before we commit to raising our son, okay.

[he's taking this too seriously]

He needs to grow up in a normal and safe environment and since neither of those things can be found here, he at least deserves a cool sounding last name!

[upgradeit]

We could always ask someone else about it. Like Lekmet or something? Mabel, maybe.

[Like, if Marco wants to take this seriously??? Hiro will let him???]

We could just poll all of them, if you want.

[nachosquire]

[See this is why you're dating. Indulging in Marco's stupid unnecessary problems.]

....Yes. We should definitely poll everyone though not gonna lie I'm kind of worried what like, Gaston would put down?

[Something terrible, probably.

Either way, Marco gently pulls Hei Hei out of Hiro's arms to hold for himself, and he kind of kicks a chair nearby away from a table so he can take a seat.]

Anyway, I seriously derailed you from your barista-ing and for that I humbly apologize and also request you make me up a coffee.

[upgradeit]

If it's stupid, we'll just trash it.

[Noooooo . . . His son . . . But ok. He can make a cup of coffee for Marco.]

How do you want it? Because you could probably drink this black, but I don't really recommend it? It's, uh. The coffee's not great to begin with.

[nachosquire]

Hiro, I'm gonna be real honest with you here. Like, straight up.

[Marco looks Hiro Dead in The Eyes.]

I've never had a cup of coffee in my entire life.

[and then an episode comes out where its like marcos secret fav drink]

So I want you to make a cup that will sell me on this drink. A cup that will put everything I've ever drank in my entire life to shame.

[upgradeit]

[Looks at Marco. Looks at coffee. Yeah, he's got like . . . Powdered creamer and sugar packets. At least he stole some things from the kitchen, because otherwise this would be a nightmare.

As it is, he dumps some coffee and milk in a blender with a little bit of sugar and some cinnamon and blitzes it. One of the like four baristas in this game is probably dying on the inside right now because I know fuckall about coffee. It's fine. Just gonna pour that shit into a cup and throw some cinnamon sugar on top before setting it down in front of Marco.]

Here. Aunt Cass calls this a Snickerdoodle Latte, but it's just cinnamon sugar in a latte.

[nachosquire]

[haha this tag is at 4:20 am nice]

Hmmmm....

[Marco raises an eyebrow at Hiro, his lips pursed like he's trying to look like some Bigshot Critic or something. He shifts Hei Hei Panko in his arms so he has one free, taking the cup into it and with that same expression he takes a hesitant sip, pinky up and all.

His expression is.... Unreadable. He takes another sip, more generous this time and sets the cup down, smacking his lips together a couple of times before he addresses Hiro.]

I think you espresso'd yourself quite nicely with this cup of Joe. 10/10.

[..and he goes for another drink with a dorky grin on his face, pleased with this newfound drink.]

[upgradeit]

[Hiro groans because no. No, he loves Marco but also that was bad and he's not going to encourage it.]

Seriously? You're seriously just going to make a terrible pun at me.

[nachosquire]

[Hiro your disgust with his puns pleases him, and he lets out a little snicker.]

Oh come on, brew love it.

[no]

[upgradeit]

[Flops down in a chair across from Marco and groans. These are only getting worse??]

I can't believe you. I make you a drink and this is how you repay me.

[nachosquire]

I'm sorry Hiro, but I've bean waiting to use these bad boys for a long time.

[he'll hand over panko to make up for it though]

[upgradeit]

[Ok. He's placated by chicken son.]

You'd like Fred. He's - [uhhhhhhhhhhh] The school mascot? And he'd love your stupid puns.

[nachosquire]

[That gets a little laugh from Marco, and he takes another drink of his coffee.]

Whenever we get outta here, I'd love to meat him-- get it? 'Cause some people eat meat-like-foods with their... yeah okay no, that was a stretch.

[there was an attempt at least]

Honestly the best joke I made was when I called my Sensei's birthday party senseitional. Hahah, oh man what a classic!

[this is the boy youve chosen to date hiro]