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dreamcrystals2021-09-23 11:33 pm
gekijou) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-09-23 11:33 pm
Entry tags:
1. Dream recording + journal entry
I. Dream Recording
Sender: Yuki
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
[The dream begins with a wide view of the silver-haired Yuki standing in what looks like a TV studio kitchen set, with lights and cameras facing the main counter he's poised behind. He seems distracted at first, but he soon tenses to attentiveness and smiles toward the strangely empty studio.]
Good afternoon, and welcome to NEXT Re:vale! As you can see, Momo left me all alone this time, so I'm going to do a special corner. It's time for "Yuki's Challenge Kitchen!" The point of this corner is that I'll be given three mystery ingredients, and I'll be making whatever I can that includes those ingredients...
[He carries on like this for a moment until the ingredients are revealed: beets, ginger, and white wine. With plenty of flavor text, Yuki sets to work, though he doesn't reveal what he's making right away. Eventually, it's a warm, meatless, artfully plated grain bowl that he ends up with.
Only, while he's making it, strange things happen. First, he cuts himself with the knife. It seems to shock him, and the filming cuts to patch him up, but he goes back to it. Then a glass bowl shatters while he's mixing in it. More cleanup. The wine boils over, the beets fall on the floor, the quinoa he's trying to make scalds. Try as he might, it's mishap after mishap, and Yuki seems surprised every time something goes awry.
In the end, a cue card announces "special judges" to taste the dish, and Yuki is visibly faintly frazzled, but carries on with a ghost of a smile. The bowl is divided into two portions, and a side curtain is pulled back to reveal a young man with short, messy black hair and another young man with blue-black hair. Their faces are in shadow despite the glaringly bright studio lights.
Yuki seems fond of the judges, that much is evident. He's visibly nervous, too. And suddenly, somehow Yuki's hair looks a lot shorter. But he's focusing all intent on the judges, the palms of his hands pressed together subtly like he's praying for victory.
The set seems to grow dimmer as the judges give their verdicts, but strangely enough the only sound to be heard is Yuki's heartbeat in his ears, and a sound like distant feedback from a speaker.
Yuki's face falls at the result, and he ends up standing alone in a spotlight in the center of the now empty set, a lighting rig swinging back and forth like a slow pendulum above his head while the upbeat chorus of a song echoes.]
II. Journal Entry
Sender: Yuki
To: Everyone
Subject: Ignore that
[Moments after the first appearance of that odd dream:]
Anyone who didn't watch that gets free food from me tonight.
I can cook for at least 20.
Sender: Yuki
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
[The dream begins with a wide view of the silver-haired Yuki standing in what looks like a TV studio kitchen set, with lights and cameras facing the main counter he's poised behind. He seems distracted at first, but he soon tenses to attentiveness and smiles toward the strangely empty studio.]
Good afternoon, and welcome to NEXT Re:vale! As you can see, Momo left me all alone this time, so I'm going to do a special corner. It's time for "Yuki's Challenge Kitchen!" The point of this corner is that I'll be given three mystery ingredients, and I'll be making whatever I can that includes those ingredients...
[He carries on like this for a moment until the ingredients are revealed: beets, ginger, and white wine. With plenty of flavor text, Yuki sets to work, though he doesn't reveal what he's making right away. Eventually, it's a warm, meatless, artfully plated grain bowl that he ends up with.
Only, while he's making it, strange things happen. First, he cuts himself with the knife. It seems to shock him, and the filming cuts to patch him up, but he goes back to it. Then a glass bowl shatters while he's mixing in it. More cleanup. The wine boils over, the beets fall on the floor, the quinoa he's trying to make scalds. Try as he might, it's mishap after mishap, and Yuki seems surprised every time something goes awry.
In the end, a cue card announces "special judges" to taste the dish, and Yuki is visibly faintly frazzled, but carries on with a ghost of a smile. The bowl is divided into two portions, and a side curtain is pulled back to reveal a young man with short, messy black hair and another young man with blue-black hair. Their faces are in shadow despite the glaringly bright studio lights.
Yuki seems fond of the judges, that much is evident. He's visibly nervous, too. And suddenly, somehow Yuki's hair looks a lot shorter. But he's focusing all intent on the judges, the palms of his hands pressed together subtly like he's praying for victory.
The set seems to grow dimmer as the judges give their verdicts, but strangely enough the only sound to be heard is Yuki's heartbeat in his ears, and a sound like distant feedback from a speaker.
Yuki's face falls at the result, and he ends up standing alone in a spotlight in the center of the now empty set, a lighting rig swinging back and forth like a slow pendulum above his head while the upbeat chorus of a song echoes.]
II. Journal Entry
Sender: Yuki
To: Everyone
Subject: Ignore that
[Moments after the first appearance of that odd dream:]
Anyone who didn't watch that gets free food from me tonight.
I can cook for at least 20.
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I'm used to cooking for just myself, but I like cooking for others just as much. I hope everyone who tags along likes multi-course meals.
Is it just me or has a lot of the food here been misbehaving? I didn't know food could.
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I've definitely noticed that some of the food here has a mind of it's own. But it's hard to tell if that's how it's supposed to be or if it's some kind of strange effect we've had on it.
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I didn't even think about that. Someone here making the food talk back would be kind of... I don't know, like a cartoon villain?
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Well the idea of emotional energy doing what it does is pretty crazy enough, so honestly I don't think I'd be surprised if it could somehow be responsible for that too.
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You're telling me. I keep turning stuff to ice. I guess it's not too much of a stretch thinking someone could be making food talk.
Fortunately I don't have to worry about eating talking animals.
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Maybe once we have a chance to better understand it, we'll be able to control it better too.
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It still all seems really random. I bet it'll always feel a little like that, though.
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But that doesn't mean I wouldn't try to understand. At least enough to stay out of trouble.