Egret, Day 26 | Kitchen | Open

[laurefindil]

[As someone with a LOT of butchering experience, Glorfindel is in the kitchen, ready with sharp knives to disassemble boars and/or to teach anyone who wants to learn, how to dress meat. Feel free to come chat with him and marvel at his 5000 years of experience cutting things up.]

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[sendiintheclown]

"The energy source or the gundam?" Trowa couldn't help smirking a little.

[laurefindil]

"This Train is full of energy sources," Glorfindel said. "Gun-dams less so. Unless you got one stashed in the luggage car you haven't mentioned?"

[sendiintheclown]

Chuckling, Trowa shook his head. "I wish. But no, there's no way a Gundam would fit on this train as it is currently. But who knows what's actually powering this thing. It's one of the mysteries right up there with how did we get to the platform and why were we chosen?"

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel gave him a look. "I think we were chosen, and then ended up on the dock. And if we knew what was powering this Train, maybe we'd also know who was driving it."

[sendiintheclown]

“That still doesn’t explain why us and why not others.” The thought of being chosen didn’t exactly sit well with Trowa, but he understood the thought process. “If only we could get into the engine car.”

[laurefindil]

"Judging from the marks and signs on the door, we aren't the only ones curious."

Gorfindel shook his head, his hair doing something unconsciously beautiful. "Until we get some answers, I am going to do my best. You can either let it torture you or not, but I'm going to make the best of this situation for now."

[sendiintheclown]

"That really is all we can do, isn't it?" Trowa smiled wryly as he flipped one of the knives in his hand. "At least I won't be going into a potential threat scenario unarmed again."

Thread wrap?

[laurefindil]

Glorfindel smiled. "As well you shouldn't!"

He straightened out his supplies and smiled at the other. "If you come across any more knives, please let me know."