[DAY 0] TDM.

[panopte]

full navigation

Error in final launch sequence:
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹͚̽𝚡̰̍̂𝟸̠̯̘ͭͧ𝚌̭͉̺͖ͥ𝟿̳̰̒̇ͅ𝟷̦ͣ̉͌̅𝚋͓͎̈̒̀𝟻ͭ̌͂𝟷ͩ̓𝟾̦
Failed to execute MI command:
target remote localhost: 01633
Error message from debugger back end:
Cannot access memory at address 𝟹̖͇͕̃𝚡͉̹̯͇̻̉̓̂𝟸͚̹͈͓̩͚̲̼͒̾𝚌̱̠͙̝̪͇̈̌̂̃̄ͭ𝟿̱̜̪͓̳̹ͤ̊̈́ͦͥ̑𝟷͖̱̝̀̒̇̂̄̈́̓̇ͅ𝚋̥̯͉̹͛͛̊ͤͦͩ𝟻̬̮̈́̋ͯ͛̉̐𝟷̋ͩ̔̔𝟾̼
Waiting for debugger connection...
Debugger connected
Debugger connection lost.
Waiting for debugger connection...
Debugger connected
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Target is not responding, retrying...
Debugger connection lost.
Shutting down...
Rebooting
Download in Progress:
File download complete
Time elapsed during download operation: 00:12:33.131
Rebooting
Launching Demon Summoning Program. . .

You open your eyes to the end of the world, but you do not see it.

Instead what rouses you is screaming and crying, blood and tears: all around you are signs of life. Inside the overturned train, people begin to awaken, sprawled on the ground as if thrown violently from their seats, broken bones and bleeding wounds struggling to rise from the carpet of shattered glass from the windows at their feet. Emerging from the wreck, characters will find themselves at the edge of a dense forest, a towering stone wall at their backs. Bright eyes peer out from the shadows of the foliage, more and more blinking into view like stars in a darkening sky, but despite being drawn to the scent of blood that hangs heavy in the air, nothing steps out of the forest. Not yet.

None of the passengers can recall what happened, what they were doing on a train, where it was going- there's more they can't remember, but overshadowing the gaps of memory are things they have gained in return. A familiar item that is not theirs. A gemstone that feels lighter than it appears, as if hollow inside. And a device that wraps around their wrist (or rests on their head, or hangs around their neck, or however it presents itself to each character) that starts up on its own the moment the character turns their attention to it, as if waiting. Each character's COMP has a "navigator" selected at default, either "A☆L☆A" in bright neon orange, or "K5" in cool slate blue, although the presiding navigator can be freely switched between them.

Heya, boss! My name's Ala, your new navi!

You wanna know something really funny? Go ahead and touch the map on the corner of the screen to enlarge it. See all those little red dots? Those are demons out to kill you. Haha! You're surrounded!

Heya, boss! You can call me Keigo, your navigational AI.

If you touch the map on the corner of the screen, you can enlarge it and see the positions of all your allies. Looks like some of you are already heading out: see those little blue— oh. That one just disappeared. ... Try to stick together.

Along with providing a map with enemy/ally positions, the navigators will walk characters through the demon interaction, recruitment, and summoning processes, with advice varying between the two navigators (click to expand)

Just beat 'em up and force 'em to join! They can't say no if they're dead!

Nobody is immune to bribery, not even demons. What do you even have, though...? No matter what, don't let them get that life stone.

More demons incoming! Ooh, you're screwed. You'd better run! Don't worry, I won't tell.

Let's hide here. We'll wait here until that demon passes, then move!

Look, a body! Are they still alive? Wonder what's in their pockets...?

It's already too late to help. But better them being demon food than you.

Or, you could stay. There is nothing forcing anybody to leave the relative safety of the train. Those who stay behind will find the conductor's cabin empty, save for a small black cat perched on the headrest of the driver's seat that peers out with bright golden eyes at those who enter. Otherwise, there are no signs of a fight or struggle inside the cabin. Elsewhere, there is unclaimed luggage in the overhead compartments with an abundance of clothing and blankets, although characters will not find any of their own clothing except what they're already wearing. The dining cart is still stocked with enough food and beverage to last each passenger at least two days— maybe longer, if people keep leaving/dying... But at the same time, maybe shorter, considering the pervasive hunger that gnaws at the pits of everybody's stomachs, an emptiness that yearns to be filled by something... more.

As minutes stretch into hours, it becomes painfully clear that nobody is coming to help. Everybody only has each other, this town, its inhabitants. The forest is dark and unforgiving, near impossible to navigate even with a map. Strange creatures jump out from the shadows, eyes bright, mouths salivating, hungry. Strong hands claw through the dirt underfoot to grab at people's feet, pulling themselves up, mouths wide open, hungry. Sharp talons swoop down from the skies above, snatching characters up into the air, crushing skulls and snapping spines. Hungry. The demons here seem delighted to see such a feast wandering right into their home; those who are stopped for attempted conversation express surprise that characters are able to see them, but ultimately the hunger wins, and hunger does not listen to reason.

Casualties are inevitable. Blood mist permeates the air, and follows even as characters break out of the forest and across town, all the way to the fraying end of the world. Out in the open, however, the sun rays beat down bright and harsh, and those hungry eyes shy away from the sunlight to remain in the shadows, inside husks of buildings and thickets of overgrown fields. Characters will be able to find refuge in the greenhouse and the church, and some of the standing houses are truly vacant (as opposed to "surprise! there's actually a demon inside!" vacant); the only eyes that follow you are those of photographs hung crooked on the walls, of familiar strangers and forgotten friends. Look, there's a picture of you too.

Other locations require more caution to explore:

The sound of crying can be heard from the upper stories of the school building, thin wails echoing up and down the deserted halls, and human-like shadows peer out from the broken, unboarded windows, as if watching. A barricade inside the front doors makes it difficult to enter from the main entrance, and with most of the windows boarded up, the hallways inside remain dark even during the day. The smell of rot is prominent, heavy and cloying, especially in the auditorium-become-mausoleum that is littered with crushed bones, thin and brittle, every last scrap of flesh already nibbled away. A flock of demons crowd around outside principal's office, where a blizzard blows through the entire hallway, rendering visibility near zero and temperatures below that.

The hospital is also deathly cold, breath visible in puffs of mist that sometimes form into screaming faces, and when all is still and quiet, you look up and see yourself. Shadows form into mirror images of the characters who enter the hospital, silently approaching others and attacking once the person's guard is down. If a demon borrowing your face isn't bad enough, Phantoms go a step further and take the form of people who are close to your character: friends, family, foes. Exploring the hospital may or may not be worth the potential backstabbing, considering the fact that the supplies found are maybe not the most sterile, half the equipment is rusted or corroded, and a lot of the medicine is unlabeled tablets and capsules inside unlabeled bottles (essentially, take at your own risk). Moreover, hordes of all sorts of demon ghosts will bar characters' way down to the basement, gathering in massive numbers anytime somebody tries to descend. Electricity bounces around the top of the stairway down, while bright flames lick the bottom of the stairs; particularly unlucky characters may be hit with a confusion spell, liable to throw themselves headfirst down the stairs to be consumed by the waiting demons below.

Hauntingly beautiful music can be heard from within the concert hall, and listening to their song puts you fast asleep— possibly in the middle of the street if you're not careful— while those who manage to make it past the front doors are immediately frozen in a hunk of ice or electrocuted to a crisp before being kicked to the curb. The concert hall appears to be actively guarded, and it's clear that strangers are Not Welcome. Even the other demons keep clear of this building, drawn to the music but lingering far enough to not be overwhelmed. Characters may have an easier time of initiating conversations with demons from around town or inside the houses nearby the concert hall.

The crackle of electricity can be heard from inside the power plant's upper stories despite the blackout, and the entire building shakes from time to time, as if caught in a thunderstorm, or an earthquake. A slow drip... drip... drip... can be heard throughout the building, of amorphous demons clinging to the walls like mold and leaving puddles of caustic acid Everywhere. Anybody who enters the power plant's front entrance is met with a massive agglomerate of black Ooze that has expanded to fill the entire first floor from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, preventing anybody from going upstairs while it remains. Arms and legs poke out of the demon's body in places, desperately clawing and kicking, weaker, weaker. done.

OOC

»

Welcome to Day 0! What better meet-and-greet is there than everybody being tossed into the fray to fight for their lives? ('': For convenience, here are the game info, locations, and demon compendium pages; please use these as reference for what more can be found in the setting.

»

The characters' COMP will turn on only after they notice and focus on it. If they do NOT activate the COMP, they will not be able to see the demons or interact with them in any way other than being killed. Activating the COMP will allow characters to see demons and somewhat understand their language, with an added effect of allowing physical attacks to harm demons, and mitigating the damage taken from demons.

»

For characters who app and are accepted, please report demon recruitment here. Characters who are just tdming do not have to report. Recruited demons are inclined to listen to their summoner, but are not necessarily friendly at the beginning: if your character shows weakness, the demon may be just as likely to eat them as they are to protect them.

»

There will be no NPCs in this game other than the two navigators and some key demons. You're on your own for now!

»

This first event/tdm is open to the public, and can be used for test driving at any time after the game starts. I'll be keeping a pulse on threads for when characters have gotten their bearings and seem to have a general idea of how they want to proceed into the next day, and we'll go from there.

Comments

goro akechi - persona 5 royal

[enteloki]

[cw & permissions here - please look before interacting! He is third semester flavor (bad flavor).]

hospital

[The first time he ran into 'Akira' ended in disaster. A phantom dissipating under his heel, a memory burning white hot in his chest of a steel table coated in imaginary crimson drops.

It's the second time he's been deceived by an illusion of him. There won't be a third.

Voices? Ignored. Other floors, other problems - he doesn't give a single shit about whoever else is wandering these halls. Being alone is a saving grace as he navigates through the decrepit, broken building.

Overturned, nameless pill bottles, beds and machinery out of order, rusted, destroyed by time and whatever is roaming these halls.

He's peeling and picking at the edges of illegible labels - on edge, tense. Another person walking into the room will be met with sharp, sudden turn.]

Walk on, if you would. There are other rooms to explore.

[He isn't in the mood to figure out if it's an illusion. Go away! Thanks!]

school

[Of course there's a goddamn blizzard in a school! This is, by far, the shittiest and most extensive palace he's ever been in.

An intent to explore halted by intense winds, a painful chill, icy air forced out of his lungs with every motion forward. Death is everywhere and he isn't interested in becoming another skeleton in this world's not so metaphorical closet.

Pushing forward - stopped by logic. He can't see - palms numb, face coated in an icy sheen. Another person becomes visible in the mess - someone he bumps into. Unintentional, but he's irate all the same. As if he was the one accosted in a storm. As if the other person is an idiot and not him, who's standing right alongside them.]

Why would you come this far?

[He's here too?? Don't worry about it. It's different - don't question it. Akechi Goro doesn't make mistakes - just happy little "accidents".]

church

[At church, he's away from whatever groups are forming and taking refuge on an empty pew, eyes shut. Not asleep, but he needs a goddamn break.

A break that ends when a piece of wood from the ceiling just-

Whacks him right on the head. Incredible. Slapstick comedy at its finest and all he can do is open his eyes - look at the offensive wood with all the murderous intent he can muster.

Maybe he'll get a concussion. Maybe that will eject him from this reality.

Something's muttered under his breath. A ceiling studied, as he scoots to the side a couple paces and opts lean against an arm closest to the aisle. Unreal.]

wildcard

[hmu with whatever!! ♥ if u wanna custom starter or to plot smg, dm or plurk is spicypillow]

[rimingcouplet]

Are you shopping for a second head wound to match your first? [Alice snaps when Akechi leans on her... but for some reason that she can't name, she doesn't want to push him away, which is even more frustrating than this loser deciding to use her as a pillow in the first place.]

[enteloki]

[Holy jumpscare batman.

The persistent hunger, a well-worn exhaustion, a jarring knock on the head - it all culminates into ignoring another person entirely.

It's his fault. That much is true, but her comment and tone-

Well, he isn't a fan.

He puts some distance back between them for his own comfort.]

By all means, please try. Though you don't seem like you can match the power of a piece of wood.

[rimingcouplet]

[Fantastic, he's an asshole, just like Alice. That means she can focus on tearing him a new one instead of the crushing, aching loneliness that he just now made Alice uncomfortably aware of.]

Fair enough. I'm a fragile maiden in the bloom of her youth, after all, [she says in a low, flat tone that makes it clear she's anything but.] Which would make it all the more embarrassing for you if this delicate flower gave you another lump like that.

[enteloki]

Maybe you should move so no other blunders come to pass in your presence.

[Flat tone matched with his own, she meets his tense edge with an unwavering resolve.

He isn't in the mood for this shit. It doesn't matter she was here first and it was his error that caused this. It's not her fault. Her problem. ]

There are plenty of pews to choose from.

school

[compendiem]

[ ...THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION, THOUGH. why is Minato here, arms wrapped around himself in a failing attempt to maintain warmth and circulation. There is no demon with him, not even a weapon. Just a music player— his COMP— that hangs on a lanyard around his neck, the faint orange glow being the largest contrast in all this icy white. ]

I thought... [ the cold claws at his throat, but he has to speak up if he doesn't want to get drowned out by the howl of the wind. ]

...Thought I saw someone.

[ Maybe it was Akechi? maybe it was somebody else, as Minato does still glance around them, trying to see if there are any other bodies in the hallway that aren't chunks of ice on the ground. ]

[enteloki]

If you did, they're likely frozen solid if they traversed any further. Possibly dead.

[Forced out, gusts try to push every ice cold word back into his lungs. He perseveres. It's cold. Freeze imminent. Perhaps worse than a simple, shitty ailment to be knocked out of, given the smell of corpses moving with the snow.

They can't go any further - not like this. Akechi's winter clothes are meant for trips to to the subway from his condo, not a trek through a blizzard. This kid looks equipped for the same.

Annoying. It's so goddamn annoying.]

Turn around and move.

[compendiem]

[ Akechi isn't dead, though, and despite himself, neither is Minato. It's what makes him linger for a moment longer, before he does as he's told and turns his back to Akechi, to return where he'd come from. This happens to be further into the school— he thought so, anyways, could swear his shuffling feet are moving but it shouldn't take so long to leave the hallway when it was only a few seconds between him originally turning the corner, and meeting Akechi halfway in the hall.

Is Akechi still behind him? he glances over his shoulder, prepared for an understandably /: expression if in fact he hadn't actually moved this entire time, frozen hands fumbling with the music player as if the orange glow offered any warmth whatsoever.

Another minute passes. Did they really think they could just turn around and walk away? Something out there has decided otherwise. ]

[enteloki]

[That :/ expression is pure and true on the face of [1] halfway frozen asshole.

Of course this would happen. Fingertips numb in his pockets, face warmed by the few exhales Akechi can manage without choking on air, sleet and snow. Visibility down to nothing. A world that doesn't move and has trapped them in it.

Ridiculous.

A puzzle to be solved, a cognition to change - they're going to freeze solid if they don't. If this kid dies, so be it. He took a risk walking in here, but Akechi refuses to perish in a siege of snow in a false world.]

This is maddening. [The complaint is worth the way a chill seizes his lungs.] Move. Try to find the wall and follow it any direction.

[Hackles raised - a safe room must be around. A distortion somewhere. Even a room to remove themselves from this blizzard for a moment will be enough. He moves to follow his own suggestion - gropes whatever's to the side of him to find some kind of bearing.]

school

[proposed]

Why not come this way? I'm not going to find anything by standing around.

[ The answer is low and listless, as he has little and less interest in shouting over the wind. The freezing cold causes him to shiver, his face is pale and likely frostbitten, bits of snow cling to his hair, but he's managed this long already. The trenchcoat on him still a bit too big, but he's buttoned it up and stuffed his hands into his pockets. ]

The only room worth exploring is blocked, so I'm going back for now.

[ He continues on as though he were talking about something as dull and mundane as a normal school, albeit an empty one. ]

[enteloki]

[The answer barely audible, Akechi has to strain over wind and howling snow to hear-

Nothing. Effectively, nothing.

Akechi doesn't acknowledge the fact he was operating with the same mindset - explore, because standing around is pointless. Go through a blizzard because he's strong and its effect miniscule, despite protest from fingers, toes and near frozen legs. A face he can't feel - it doesn't fucking matter.

The room is blocked, supposedly.

Akechi turns with the man.]

You found nothing else? Only a blocked room?

[proposed]

There were demons too. They're huddled in front of it.

[ They are the blockage, actually, and they're just as unwanted. That's enough to have made it worth the trek to and from the door. The trenchcoat is still just loose enough on him that he can fiddle with the buttons before pulling the back of it up to use as a makeshift hood, having gotten tired of the wind blowing in his ears, but in another year or two it'll fit like a glove.

He shakes his head. ]

It's more than I was expecting to find.

[enteloki]

[Demons. His comp perks up at the word, helpful as ever. As if he needs assistance with this shit.

The man moves on - Akechi turns on his heel to stare down the hall. Room blocked by demons further down, so he stated. Trust isn't earned nor wanted, but there's no reason to lie. Depending on how many, he could slice them apart and let their blood mingle with sleet and snow.

Exhale. Inhale. Lungs frozen solid and little else. He could force his way through, but freeze will afflict him before he can rip apart whatever is guarding the place.

There has to be another way in.]

Noted. How many were there? An estimation works.

deep sigh. hey best fr- oh wait. church : )

[placation]

[ Guess who just watched you get brained by a wooden beam, Akechi Goro?

It's your savior! Good thing they're in a church, huh.

Maruki clasps his hand tight over his mouth to stop himself from hissing out an involuntary sympathetic noise– but it's too late. Despite doing his best to sneak into the back row for a place to lay down and gather his thoughts, his presence has now been alerted to the person who likely wants to see him least.

What a pickle. ]

I'll go.

[ He'll go! Bye! He's turning around and leaving. BYE. ]

ahahahh SOBS cw: violent thoughts, murder, descriptive violence??? idk

[enteloki]

[It's him.

It's him.

It's him and he thinks he can leave. Thinks that he's free.

Protection in an ivory tower, lost. A path to Eden broken.

Lost.
Corrupted by rot and decay that consumed everything. Became everything. Is everything.

Akechi turns. Doesn't remember doing it. Can't recall when his body shifted on pure instinct, a voice familiar, causes bile to pool in his throat, tension rising, rising, rising and coiling through his shoulders, neck, back, chest - Hereward lost. Hereward gone.

He doesn't need a persona to get rid of a goddamn problem.

Maruki is a problem.

Maruki the cause of this problem. No proof - almost irrelevant. The glimmer of glasses over a fucking smug face is enough to set off a triggerhair.

He doesn't remember getting up. Gets up. Follows. He can't escape.

He won't escape.

Refuses to allow him to escape.
Akira must have allowed his escape because why is he here, why are they here, why is a world distorted and twisted and transformed like this grotesque man couldn't control what he bore. Akechi can end it now - rip his throat out with still frozen fingers that will dig, dig, dig until muscle and bone poke through, mar body with crimson slashes until organs spill out, stick the few remaining bullets into his skull until fragments of skull sparkle under bright, illuminated stained glass.

It would be fitting.

A eulogy for both in a world that reflects the rot in both their hearts.

Akechi follows because he's no longer prey.]

You're not escaping. I'll kill you right here.

SAVE ME DEUS EX KURUSU-KUN

[placation]

[ Akechi turns to see him.

Akechi gets up from the pew.

Akechi follows him.

Maruki isn't stupid. As soon as he hears footsteps echoing, he turns around again. Keeps walking out of the church as quickly as he can, just backwards now. Eyes trained hawkishly on Akechi. ]

Akechi-kun. There's no need for all that. We–

[ He backs right into a table near one of the doors, unlit votive candles rolling off and clattering to the ground, the sound of shattered glass echoing. ]

We ought to work together. Right?

hey. hey y'all. who is saving ME. who is saving YAMA.

[arsenist]

[The viciousness of this world has left a mark on Akira - whether it's the unseeable slash across his heart or the finger shaped bruises that ring his neck, both hurt worse than the glass he cut his hands open on when he awoke in the train. He can't say he's used to it, but he's adjusting to it.

His shoes crunch on gravel outside the church, but there's a more notable sound coming from inside, an audible thud. Against his better judgement, he opens the door to investigate.

He's accounted for the viciousness of this world... but he has not accounted for the viciousness of his own.

Because he is Kurusu Akira - because he understands the two people in this room implicitly - it doesn't take much for him to gather what's happening. A few darting glances of his eyes back and forth, to Akechi's menacingly approaching figure and Maruki's back to the wall. It takes him a second, maybe two tops.

Without any conscious thought, his arm is already darting out in front of Maruki, a shield. Even if he doesn't understand the why of it.]

What happened in here?

[His gaze is split between the two of them. Alternating, questioning them both equally.]

church

[devilishkouhai]

[ THE WAY I READ THAT AND WAS LIKE - OH NO I KNOW WHICH ONE - ]

AHAAHAHAHAH!! [ BB has in her hands a bunch of wooden panels that she was collecting from other houses. Bringing them outside, and then into this church. Attempting to fix it and make it... Less... Possible for the thing that just happened to this poor strange, to have happened. ] BB-chan is so SORRY! [ She is not, but she is trying to hold back her laughter. Propping up the wooden beams she collected onto a wall. ] Everything here keeps falling apart, ah, that was beautiful. BB needed to laugh, anyway, want me to check if you have a concussion? She is a nurse first after all.

bb stands for BIG BULLY ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

[enteloki]

Don't touch me - I'm fine.

[The raucous laughter is a bludgeon against an already pounding skull - louder, and louder, and louder.

He turns to look at her - contempt and displeasure apparent.]

If you want to make yourself useful, why not take the plank and add it to your collection.

[A brief motion with his arm at the offensive Home Depot building reject, arms crossing over his chest after.]

( • ̀ω•́ )✧ RATTLES HIM IN A BOX FOR ENRICHMENT

[devilishkouhai]

[ She is still giggling, just a bit softer now. Moving over to grab the plank, and then suddenly she snaps it in half by slamming it against a pew. ]

BAD PLANK! How could you hurt someone like that? How dare you? [ She turns over to look at Akechi, stifling a laugh still and trying to be very serious about what she says. ] It's okay, I got revenge on your behalf - pff - you're safe now - ff - this plank won't hurt you anymore.

TURNS INTO FOAM TURNS INTO FOAM

[enteloki]

Are you done?

[Oh, he hates this place. Wanton destruction is his copium. Revenge against a piece of shitty, rotting wood doesn't hit the same way a bloodbath does.

The pew is his home. He leans against back against it.]

Please continue on with whatever mindless task you were trying to accomplish. I'm sure you have plenty to do.

Hospital!

[moonsounds]

[The phantoms don't bother her. They can try, but there's no form that they could take that she'd remember enough to be effected by--one of the few joys of losing like, all of her memory, probably. Even trying to appear as her mother is useless. Her mother is dead, she knows that.

She breezes through, completely ignoring them all and poking around the various rooms...mostly unimpeded. She's pretty sure she's just confusing them and she's not really worth it when there's others they can waste less energy on playing with.

But because of that, she's thoroughly startled to walk into a room and be spoken to. She stops short with a soft,] Oh. [And stands there for a moment, not sure what to do.]

But... this is the only one I haven't been in yet on this floor. Is there anything here...?

[enteloki]

[The label has nothing of note - another empty bottle set back on a broken, falling cabinet.

If she stays there -

He'll allow it. Temporarily. Hackles raised and tension coiling in his shoulders in preparation of a fight, should she turn into something else.]

Nothing at all. This room is as useless as all the others I've come across. I assume you've had similar luck.

[moonsounds]

[Well, there's a lot of Weird Shit happening around here, so she'll allow the bristly way he's interacting with her to slide. Who knows who to trust here and all, right?

She turns to look around at the near-by drawers, lips pursed in a frown as she considers] Yeah. This place is...different form other hospitals I've been to. The layout and everything is... [it's odd. But she's also used to a much more traditionally Japanese hospital, or a mix of the two styles. This is just odd for her.

She opens a drawer, peering into it. A bottle rattles and she pulls it out, opening it to squint at the pills inside.] I found syringes, on the first floor. Some keys by the nurse's station. I don't know if they go anywhere useful yet. This place has been dead for a long time.

[but it's nothing she hasn't seen before, as possibly evident by how matter-of-factly she speaks of it. She opens the bottle, takes out a pill, and places it in her mouth, titling her head one way and then the other without swallowing. Her nose scrunches and she delicately spits it out into her hand] I think this is a pain reliever. [A beat, and then, as if to explain:] It tastes familiar.

[This is a totally normal and not at all unhinged way to figure it out.]

1/2

[enteloki]

[YO WHAT THE FUCK.]