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[galactically]

Posted: 17 Mar 2016 12:49 PM
From: Sheryl

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Attention, everyone! Stop whatever you're doing right now because this is 10x more important! Consider this a special PSA from Sheryl Nome.

Chocolates are supposed to be a symbol of love and commitment, right? That's what I always believed. Before arriving here, I learned they come in two forms:
a gift between two lovers, or romantic chocolate
a gift between two friends, or courtesy chocolate

But now I learned there is a third form: chocolate assigned to us for delivery by a group of the most unprofessional, incompetent idiots!

Recently I asked that same group of idiots a few questions about a certain incident. Why was there no warning labels on these chocolates? Why were the people who ate them suddenly the targets of these ugly monsters?

Do you want to know what they said? I'll summarize that for you in three words: "we didn't know."

????????

Who the hell do they think they're talking to?! I can't take this level of idiocy!

Comments

[sweetdeath]

After what happened, I think everyone's suspicious.

[Tsuzuki looks up at her earnestly.]

-- I don't think all of them knew. But there has to be someone. Someone who brought the chocolates in, who came up with the idea.

I think challenging the Heavens is going to make them mad at you. What we really need them to do is start looking for whoever did this. If they really don't know, someone tricked them pretty well.

Right?

[And if he can convince Sheryl to go the diplomatic route instead of standing outside Amaterasu's temple with a bullhorn and a picket line, maybe she'll even make it to next month...]

[galactically]

[The hold on her teacup tightens up a little.]

I don't think they all knew, either. But...

[Now here's a thought: that someone is causing a ruckus within the Heavens. She grimaces, pursing her lips together as she takes a dainty sip, then lowers the cup to the table.]

This will have a difference if multiple people actually come forward and make them do their jobs properly. I can't do this alone.

[For the first time in person, she's admitting a flaw.]

[sweetdeath]

That's the problem, though! We can't make them do anything. We're a bunch of brand-new gods with a handful of followers.

[He scowls into his cup, thinking hard.]

So you need to convince them. If you make a lot of noise, they'll focus on you, because you're making the Heavens look bad, right? What you've got to do is keep it quiet. Talk to people one on one.

[galactically]

Oh? They only have themselves to blame if the Heavens look bad! That's not our fault!

[Sheryl shakes her head, a frustrated look so easily plastered all over her face. Her fingers holding the teacup are starting to tighten up a little.

Keeping quiet is not her style... and she sighs. Convincing, though? She can try to do.]

So what you're really saying is that I should be sneaky and gather supporters, right? I can't make a public fuss over this or else those fools will notice and ruin things for everyone.

[sweetdeath]

... Yeah, that's basically it.

[Tsuzuki's smile is relieved. That's a lot better idea, in his opinion. A lot less likely to antagonize the most powerful of the deities, and a lot more likely to get people working on what they need to work on.

He takes a deep breath.]

Gathering supporters could make a real difference.

[galactically]

[It doesn't take long for relief to settle across her face either, and she relaxes the hold on her teacup slowly but surely.]

No large, decorative signs of protest until further notice.

[Because that's not exactly "quiet". A soft chortle comes out of her without restraint.]

... All right, Mr. Tsuzuki. I'll have to talk to certain people about this first. It needs to be done.

[sweetdeath]

Thanks.

[Tsuzuki leans forward, impulsively, and puts a hand over Sheryl's.]

And if you need anything -- like backup -- call me. I'll be there.

[galactically]

[Sheryl blinks at seeing his hand, but there's a warm smile on her face as she gives it a soft squeeze.]

You know I will. [And in a more playful tone, back to being more or less like herself:] After all, a remarkable woman like myself is very grateful to have supporters around.

[sweetdeath]

I bet you've got so many you don't need one more. But hey, you just have to put up with it.

[He lets go and sits back, reaching for one of the cookies and snapping it in half to eat the cream filling first. It's the best part. Plus, right now, he needs victory sugar.]

[galactically]

Oh? Sheryl Nome will always welcome more! I don't discriminate.

[She follows suit, taking the Oreo apart and licking the cream portion off the cookie. Aah, sweets. Far preferable than the Heavens for sure.]

[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki grins, and applies himself industriously to the cookies.

They're way better than talking about the Heavens. No question.]