[network video @dara]

[cursegod]

[It's unusual for Dara to post to the network, let alone a video! No tail to be seen, and her "legs" are covered up by the length of her yukata. The only thing interesting thing about her bare-bones apartment is that half her table is covered by canisters of loose leaf tea. There are several mugs filled, only partially touched, and it seems that Dara is creating a ranking order for the drinks.

One set of hands are devoted to scribbling down notes about each tea. Another set holds two different mugs, and she seems to be trying to figure out which one is better by taking a sip of each in turn. Her last two hands are dedicated on writing out 謝罪 on a different set of papers-- two blank and four others marked with the kanji. When the left hand finishes its work, the pen is switched to the right to write on the last blank page. Dara addresses the camera as her gaze remains focused on her writing:]

I figured I should let everyone know that things are settled between me and Gogol. If any of you have complaints about what happened with the miasma and snakes, I'll hear them now. And...thanks for those that helped me out, even if it wasn't intentional. I owe favors to many of you, and I like to clear my debts.

[While the god busies herself with writing and talking, a red clad hand peeks into frame. Playing with the viewers' perspective that hand pretends to pinch her head between the forefinger and thumb once, twice—before retreating back behind the camera to presumably rejoin the rest of the cameraman. Then, with the last page of 謝罪 done, Dara gathers the papers and crushes them into a ball. The wad of papers is dropped into one of the mugs, immediately soaking up the leftover tea inside, which is then thrust towards her companion.]

Here, letters of apology. Also stop trying to ruin the tea on purpose. You're messing up my rating system.

[The broadcast stops.]

Comments

[cursegod]

I already made my complaint earlier, so I don't feel like repeating myself.

[At the request, there's a stifled "fufu", Dara gives an unseen shrug to Gogol. Hey, he asked nicely! And without too much of a fuss!!!]

It's less of a plan and more of a set of rules in place. Kind of like a duel. There will be a time limit for how long Gogol needs to stay within a certain distance from you before he can use his ability to escape.

[murderingjustice]

that sounds overly convoluted. do your spells usually require such limitations and rules?

[cursegod]

Tradesecret. [Sluuuuurp.] But...I guess you could say that the more refined something is, the more accurate the results become.

[murderingjustice]

[the slurping is really starting to get on his nerves.]

so, it is in a way like forming a contract with you. it does make sense.

[cursegod]

[His annoyance won't get in the way of her rating experience of 20+ teas.]

If that's how you would like to see it. [SLURP.] Anyways, good luck with your little duel. I'm guessing the trickiest part will trying to encounter Gogol to start it off.