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[Video — Both Accidental and Not]
[Backdated to March 2, early afternoon.]
—n't be right. [A mumbled voice, scarcely heard. A flash of... Something red, it's hard to tell.] Wasn't it thi—?
[The video blinks out as soon as it started, nothing but a static feed. It stays like that, too, for a good 12 minutes: a video entry to the network of absolutely no substance.]
[—until unexpectedly it turns on again! Rin's face is visible in the frame this time, too close and blurry. Her head bobs away slowly, seemingly looking at something on her phone but not directly into the camera.]
Steady. Steadyyyy... Just like that— [The angle slides and loses her, topples towards a stone surface.] Ah!
[Thunk, crack! The feed cuts again, whoops.]
Hi, hi. Rin Tohsaka here.
[Third time's the charm? Framed perfectly in the shot and wearing a yellow apron, Rin stands behind a countertop in the kitchen. Hands on her hips, she beams at the camera.]
It's been a boring, uneventful couple of days, hasn't it? Normally, this time of month we'd be welcoming a fresh batch of soldiers into our ranks, but as of today, no new faces have shown up yet. It's strange for sure.
[But not too strange. New arrivals were late by a few days in January, after all, so this isn't the first time the routine has been broken. Head turned and tapping her cheek innocently, Rin considers saying as much, or asking if there have been other weird incidents like that, but...
No, that isn't what she meant to do today. Pressing that finger a little more deeply into her cheek, it creates an artificial dimple when she smiles brightly again.]
Strange, and more importantly than that: dull! Which is why I'll be in the kitchen all day today. [She snaps her fingers, pointing at the camera.] That's where you come in!
I'm challenging myself. Name a food or ingredient, or even several, and I'll try to make something yummy that incorporates all of them. Anything in stock in the kitchen goes!
[With this she grabs her phone, so she can turn it and record all the various different foods and ingredients they have here, both what she's laid out on the counters (eggs, frosting, butter, strawberries, among other things), as well as what's in the fridge and pantries. FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP WHATEVER YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTERS TO SEE HERE.]
Bonus! [She turns the camera back on herself.] Anything I make you can stop by and help yourself to eating, too. Sounds fun, right? So fire away or come visit. You know where to find me.
[A little wave, and video end.]
—n't be right. [A mumbled voice, scarcely heard. A flash of... Something red, it's hard to tell.] Wasn't it thi—?
[The video blinks out as soon as it started, nothing but a static feed. It stays like that, too, for a good 12 minutes: a video entry to the network of absolutely no substance.]
[—until unexpectedly it turns on again! Rin's face is visible in the frame this time, too close and blurry. Her head bobs away slowly, seemingly looking at something on her phone but not directly into the camera.]
Steady. Steadyyyy... Just like that— [The angle slides and loses her, topples towards a stone surface.] Ah!
[Thunk, crack! The feed cuts again, whoops.]
Hi, hi. Rin Tohsaka here.
[Third time's the charm? Framed perfectly in the shot and wearing a yellow apron, Rin stands behind a countertop in the kitchen. Hands on her hips, she beams at the camera.]
It's been a boring, uneventful couple of days, hasn't it? Normally, this time of month we'd be welcoming a fresh batch of soldiers into our ranks, but as of today, no new faces have shown up yet. It's strange for sure.
[But not too strange. New arrivals were late by a few days in January, after all, so this isn't the first time the routine has been broken. Head turned and tapping her cheek innocently, Rin considers saying as much, or asking if there have been other weird incidents like that, but...
No, that isn't what she meant to do today. Pressing that finger a little more deeply into her cheek, it creates an artificial dimple when she smiles brightly again.]
Strange, and more importantly than that: dull! Which is why I'll be in the kitchen all day today. [She snaps her fingers, pointing at the camera.] That's where you come in!
I'm challenging myself. Name a food or ingredient, or even several, and I'll try to make something yummy that incorporates all of them. Anything in stock in the kitchen goes!
[With this she grabs her phone, so she can turn it and record all the various different foods and ingredients they have here, both what she's laid out on the counters (eggs, frosting, butter, strawberries, among other things), as well as what's in the fridge and pantries. FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP WHATEVER YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTERS TO SEE HERE.]
Bonus! [She turns the camera back on herself.] Anything I make you can stop by and help yourself to eating, too. Sounds fun, right? So fire away or come visit. You know where to find me.
[A little wave, and video end.]
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Sakura's hands tickle against his sides, making Koo giggle into his hands as he's set down. Then he waves his arms in the air, thanking her before running after Rin so he can get his treat.
Rin is turned towards them both, as if she had moved when she heard Koo calling for help, and is waiting from him to catch up and make sure he's alright. She smiles gratefully towards her sister.]
Thank you, Sakura. [Then she turns her eyes to the Ralts.] Koo, really, you need to think these things through. What if one of us hadn't been there to help you?
[—whaa? But that's what you told him to do! D8]
I know, I know. [Rin steps for the pantry again, Koo following along in confusion. HE DOESN'T GET IT. Rin will have to explain the art of selling the deal later.] It's alright. Show me what you'd like for a snack...
[They chatter on a bit, talking back and forth — or squeaking and pointing out things on Koo's part. Basically, giving Sakura plenty of berth to discover the plate at the end of counter, which she should be in front of now.
It was hidden before, Koo and the Pokemon egg he had been babysitting obscuring it from Sakura's direct view, but if Sakura looks back at the counter she'll see a cake. Adorned with a ring of blueberries and a twist of lemon, it would look picture perfect if not for a divot in one side, where it looks like a little hand scooped into the cream cheese frosting.]
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It would be impossible to miss the sudden appearance of a cake, and indeed, Sakura's eyes rest and freeze on it. Well made, meticulously frosted, look at those berries -- she'd keep ticking off compliments if not for how her heart had jumped into her throat and made it that much harder to breathe.
Frozen in place and with an almost automatic desperation, her hand comes up to her throat as she tries to reason away the one thing she wants most, just in case she's wrong-- because she doesn't think she could bear Rin's scorn right now if it were a mistake. If it were just something the other had made to go with the tea, don't get any ideas, Sakura. And really, if it were any other day...
But it's not just any day. Sakura knows the date of her birth, has learned to mark it as the herald of another miserable year. Shirou and Fujimura, the two lights of her life, had been the only wants to give her anything last year. As far as family members went...]
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Um-- [Nee-san, she wants to say, Nee-san, thank you -- and nearly bursts into tears when the words are instantly walled off. Nothing follows. A day's kindness can't offset what's been trained into her (their) blood.
But she's brought attention to herself, and so straightens after wiping her face once more, determined to be gracious and enthusiastic. The heaviness in her heart isn't from bitterness today.]
... Thank you. [It's what she finally settles on. And she would bow like she always does, the picture of distant politeness, except for once, the formality wouldn't suit this moment between them. Instead Sakura brushes the hair tied in the ribbon behind her ear, and smiles to herself] I'm glad you... knew.
[I'm glad you remembered.