june catchall (open!)

[prophylactic]

Who: Shinji! and! you!
Where: various
What: ya boy shinjiro, man about town (feat. brunch, Axe Swinging, and misc tdm-inspired loitering)
Warnings: nothing yet

cooking mama sequel

[While he doesn't actually live in the inn anymore, Shinji is here at the inn today, helping himself to the kitchen as the locals so generously allow him to. Things have been weird? He remembers passing out and waking up somewhere else entirely (or: he was kidnapped to the grove, and unconscious throughout), and while he was out, it seems like a bunch of people had a strange and uncomfortable time.

So!

Well. All Shinji knows to show empathy is making food and punching, and one of those isn't really viable, and the other one he's only doing so that he doesn't have to think about the implications of being mysteriously kidnapped. All this to say he is at the inn, in the kitchen, making Food. He's both very skilled and weirdly fast at food preparation, so there is a lot, and since he lives on a farm with a bunch of egg-laying chickens, primarily it's Brunch.

If you come in looking for a nibble, he immediately snaps:]

Don't touch that. [And then just as immediately, prepares a delightful brunch plate and slides it over a countertop.] Eat this. And don't complain about it, okay?

[Complain... about free brunch... He can't just give out food normally or someone might notice he has Human Empathy.]

axe you a question

[Or: The training arc prompt, because if sleeping with a big axe next to his bed doesn't deter magical shadow kidnappers, he'll just have to... stop sleeping and swing it around all the time?

Whatever. He's workshopping it. He's never really, um, trained before, is the thing— not formally? Not really? His bestie is the training-addicted jock, Shinji is merely a tank with a big axe. So while he is here, at the random spot he's chosen to train in (somewhere with less foot traffic, see, is the sole requirement), he has no planned routine.

Or even, like. Stretches? Do people stretch? Goddamn. It's warm out but he's dressed like it's winter and he's carrying a big axe, which might not be the most comforting of figures to be addressed by, suddenly:]

Hey. You. ....Do you know how to fight? [hm, well, no, and he frowns because now it's embarrassing-] Do you know how to train.

misc around town mini prompts

[You may run into Shinji:

A. Loitering in the statue garden, where he will be staring at his own statue with an air of obvious and grim Sulking, suspiciously fist-sized rock in hand at his side... ah jeez...!!

B. Not-quite-celebrating at ....the post-event celebration, that is to say, lurking to pick up some food and then disappearing again. He gruffly brushes off any local trying to rope him back in, using the logic that he definitely just slept through the whole thing so please leave him the hell alone this time, but as it starts to get darker he's definitely hanging around as a self-appointed Party Bouncer in case anything out there gets any ideas. Or in case someone in the party starts some shit.

C. Out in the woodsy areas that need replanting, crouched down next to a hole in the ground with a seed in hand. A magic seed. He's literally seen a fairy but he still feels the need to ask,] ....This isn't for real, right?

wildcard/etc

[wriggles back in from my hiatus, hello.... hmu via pm or at jojoveller if you would like a custom starter, we can hash something out!! or: do whatever, surprise me.]

Comments

training montage!!! axe but without the question bc it's Her

[orphne]

[Okay, it's not like she'd seen Shinji leave the farmhouse with his giant axe and immediately followed him or anything. Like, she had to finish her self-appointed task of milking the cows (she's good at it now!) and making sure the sheep are let out where they're supposed to be (where she thinks they're supposed to be, anyway) before she can head into town. She'd been planning to get some more material for the sewing club which she really, really is going to do something with, soon, but...

Well, eventually she does track him down, and if she has her naginata with her, well, of course she does. If Shinji's carrying his axe, it just seemed like a good idea.]

What're you doing, Senpai? [There isn't anyone else around, but he has his axe, so... it must be important?]

axe special edition

[prophylactic]

[He's standing around holding an axe and wondering if he has to do a whole push-up, or maybe a jumping jack—

Or, no, he's just standing there, and if he's surprised to be interrupted, he's not surprised that it's Kotone who's come to do it. Nor is he surprised by the naginata, all things considered... Aren't they a predictable and moderately grim bunch (because, you know - since he doesn't go do training, what could the necessity of weapons be besides killing some monsters).

Still: oh no, the ordeal of being known. He shrugs, like, maybe he's just taking his axe for a walk? No-]

Nothing. Yet. I'm... thinking about training. [Here he makes a face, which she can likely identify as his "ugh, meathead jock stuff" face. What is this town doing to him.] Seemed like a good idea after what happened.

[orphne]

[Ugh, training. Maybe having to do as many as two push-ups. The look on his face makes her nose wrinkle with a smile, but she doesn't laugh at him, at least! Even if the idea of Shinji exercising seems weirdly foreign for how strong he is.

But yeah, it is a good idea. They haven't talked about... any of what happened, following the usual SEES pattern of just shouldering difficult stuff, but it's not hard to follow the logic. It's the same one that had sent her to Chuuya to learn how to fight after Dazai tortured Akechi -- being powerless when people are relying on her sucks.

So instead of laughing at him, she just clasps her hands behind her back and comes around in front of him with a smile.]

Okay! Want to go fight some monsters, or do some exercises?

[Doesn't even ask if she can join him, because of course she will... even if it's a jumping jack.]

wildcard-- haha, get it? wildcard..., but like, diet cooking mama flavor

[chemex]

[Akira comes down to the kitchen in the Inn On A Mission, and for a solid ten minutes doesn't notice Shinji, somehow. Unsurprisingly, as it seems to be The Akira Lifestyle, he is Damp, but at least it's obvious why, and at least he's not covered in flour. He has a basket of two good-sized, freshly-caught fish that he's staring down for a while, before he starts rummaging around in the kitchen in search of a knife sharp enough to prepare them that isn't Just His Dagger. He'd like his dagger to not be covered in fish viscera, thanks. It's here that he notices Shinji, startling when he moves almost into his workspace without realizing it's in use and pausing.]

Oh. A...ragaki-san, right?

[prophylactic]

[Shinji is very busy making his unreasonable amounts of Brunch for whoever might come by, but he does notice Akira because of course he does; this isn't His Kitchen by any metric, but-- well.

He's in it, so it's kind of his kitchen for the next hour or so. He Recognizes Akira and so leaves him be, mostly because he remembers the first sushi episode and trusts Akira not to be a total amateur about making more fish, at least until he Notices--]

Are you wet? Again? Get the hell out of here.

[hi akira. in his defense,] One of these days your sloppy bullshit is going to give everyone food poisoning.

[chemex]

I-- [He halts where he stands and rolls onto his toes, raising his arms and looking at his shirt with a frown. Hm.] ...sorry, just caught some fish. Are you any good at baking?

wildcard!

[snowslip]

[ Feeling guilty for her part in the town's destruction, Marianne hadn't wanted to see anyone for a while. She kept to the clinic or the stables where she could keep her head down and her hands busy with work. The horses, she noticed, were restless ever since they had been found and corralled after fleeing the monster. After being put through such a fright, a few of them had even grown sick with stress.

That's how the plan to cheer the horses up with treats came about. Marianne makes her way to the kitchen to meet Shinjiro, a basket in her arms. She greets him looking more sad and somber than usual. ]

Thank you for helping me.

[prophylactic]

[Shinji is very keenly aware that whatever happened during the day he was, uh, unconscious— it was bad, for everyone else. He hasn't pressed anyone for details; he wouldn't want to be pressed if it were him, and besides, things seem to have more or less resolved themselves by now. It's best to just keep moving, then, hence all of the cooking.

Horse treats, specifically, a great idea. He's been living on Astralin's farm long enough now that he can approach animals without freezing up, so! Hell yeah! And— Marianne seems like exactly one of those "would rather not talk about it" types of people, so this is... a Gesture. For sure. He is as serious in this kitchen as he was about the horse when they met, but this time he's wearing a pink apron, for flavor. Here goes nothing.]

Sure. You got the stuff? ["the stuff".... it's horse treats shinji]

[snowslip]

[ She's relieved to see him alive and well after everything. Marianne still feels awful about her part in the disaster, hence her efforts to try and make up for it. Shinjiro's quiet support is appreciated and reassuring in its own way. Overt kindness would have been too much for her to bear at this time.

She sets the basket down and opens the lid. Carrots and celery...a bit of a meager picking but not for lack of effort. Soil clings to the underside of her fingernails. She'd helped the farmers dig out the crops from the damaged fields herself. ]

I brought their favorites. We lost some crops...this is what we could recover.

axe you a question

[grappler]

[she kinda likes these out of the way places, after all that shit went down. she still felt kind of drained sometimes, especially when she thought about it too hard...

and thought about what she'd done, or tried to do.

she shakes the thought off mentally, just in time for Shinji to come up towards her. she eyes his outfit... and then the axe.]

Sure. Why're you asking me?

[prophylactic]

[Lucky for her, Shinji has no interest in discussing what everyone has been up to lately. He's a full supporter of just moving on with life and doing better next time, or at least he tries to be, and this time— well, he can focus on the 'doing better next time.'

Also, he's cold, it's fine. He thunks the big axe onto the ground, leaning a little on the handle.]

Figured I'd have to find someone who knows what they're doing. [....hhh,] To help. Never really got into training before.

cooking mama

[laserguy]

[Scott's moods fluctuate on a good week and he's been having a pretty bad one, especially after the recent incident with that giant. Sometimes, he remembers that he actually helped out during that time, and sometimes, he remembers that he hurt another person. And right now? He's veering on feeling pissy and he doesn't care too much if people start giving him shit about it. They can just... leave him alone or something!!

And his temper flares even further when Shinjiro tells him not to touch any of the food. This other teen isn't the boss-- oh, there's a plate of food in front of him now.]

...I can really have this?

[Scott inquires, almost squinting at him behind his shades. He's not getting pranked, right?]

[prophylactic]

[Ah, he should have stipulated "no questions" in his instructions, too—

Or: Shinji is just about to go back to what he was doing, i.e. preparing even more plates, but the question kind of throws him off. People around here are so... if he had a hundred yen for every time one of the Chosen was surprised about generosity, himself included, he could buy this town and rip up all their dumb sentencing papers-!!

Okay. He sighs. He didn't plan for conversation...]

You think I'm gonna waste food? [shinji be nice,] ....Yeah. You look like you're having a shit day.

[He shrugs, now pointedly looking Away at his Brunch Prep, god forbid he look at anyone while trying to be genuine,] Just eat it.

3b post event celebration

[scythedance]

[While Astralin had grown more accustomed to large crowds, he certainly didn't like them. So, when he sees Shinji escape from the party, he can't help but follow right behind him. A smile plastered on his face, as he actually reaches out to pat Shinji's head for a few moments, before taking place at the opposite side of him. His scythe being brought away from his back.

He places a foot at the edge of the blade, and stares out at the darkness in front of them. It's died down now, but there's still some noise emanating from the inn. Not too focused on the sound, as he rests his head against the wall behind him.]

The silence is nice.

papa.......

[prophylactic]

[Shinji isn't expecting to be followed - first mistake, he supposes, since he's out here specifically to keep an eye out and already he's not paying attention (second mistake is forgetting people like being around him, oops, his fault) - and so he does startle for a second at the sudden pat on the head. It's only a second, before he relaxes as much as he's capable back into his usual... not sulk? But his usual.

He lets out a huff, a touch amused; hi, hello-- only Astralin can get away with patting him on the head without him curling up like an offended pillbug. That's dad privilege.]

Yeah. ....Means no one's coming from out there.

[See, he's playing bodyguard again, he's not just avoiding a social event...!]

feed me Seymour 👀

[murderingjustice]

[If Shinji thinks Akira is bad then he's not prepared to the nightmare that is Akechi in the kitchen. Thankfully, Kotone already opened his eyes that he and cooking are just not meant to be. So, he mostly just leeches off Akira's cooking and purchases food from the nearby cafes and inn.

So he's actually here to see if there's anyone around to get him some breakfast and oh -- if he isn't in luck.

He only manages to do as much as glance at the food before he's told off and then had another plate shoved at his direction.

Really now? Akechi can't help but let out a chuckle at that.]


I see your temperament is just about the same as it was back in the party.

[prophylactic]

[Did he mcfuckin ask to be chuckled at, here in this public kitchen... Or: he only bothers to look up and notice that this interloper is Akechi after he starts speaking, and oh: this guy. For a second Shinji just Looks at him, then nudges the plate the rest of the way toward him.

Just take the brunch assortment, Akechi. Please.]

I'm consistent, [he says, as he looks back at his stove.] Don't bullshit me with your fake-polite act from back then and you can stay.

[Yet again Shinji ignores that this is a public space. He gestures.]

So? Eat.

axe!!

[feintofhart]

[ Claude had set out to do a bit of hunting - an easy way to get coin, he's learned, and his skills are more than suitable for it - but after selling his wares, wound up in a clearing just outside of the village, the sun interrupted by stretches of branches and leaves, as ordinary looking as though they hadn't just been attacked by something similar.

When Claude was younger, trees made for excellent napping spots. These days... well, while he settled in among the branches with that intent, he hasn't been able to shake the feeling it might come to life and smack the stuffing out of him at any moment. So instead he just sits there, legs dangling, as he looks out at the world.

He wasn't expecting to see his guide from the first day here, however. ]

I know a thing or two! I went to military school, in fact. All we did was train. [ He eyes that axe of Shinji's dubiously. ] I'll admit axes weren't my favourite weapon of the bunch, though.

[prophylactic]

[There's something that isn't all that surprising about this, Shinji thinks, as he looks-- up, at the guy who doesn't know how to buy bread, in a tree. Look at him go, what's he doing up there... Is this how he used Shinji's great advice of "something dangerous is out there"? Dude.]

Think I should start cutting down trees?

[Ha ha, just his little axe joke, ahem-- He won't, but he still hefts the thing onto his shoulder like it's nothing. His shoulder is in ruins because he doesn't know how to train properly, but the flex is the done thing.]

You went to military school? [This is a sideways invitation to explain training to him, but also, hm. Really? Hm.] You don't look like that much of a hardass.

cooking, also i'm sorry about him

[midlifecryseas]

[ The inn's great, man. Not to live in with all the people coming and going all the time, but the free drinks and free access to the kitchen alone would be enough to reel Blackbeard in, even if he didn't have other reasons for a visit.

Entirely clad in black, mostly leather like some kind of biker gang reject, Blackbeard's lured into the kitchen by pungent, mouth-watering smell of bacon. The chef is still in the process of cooking, but Blackbeard reaches for a strip of the cooling bacon— only to be snapped at. His eyebrows reach almost to his hairline, as if no one's ever told him "no" before. He watches Shinji's profile then with a more predatory glint, until he's slid a plate and the food takes over Blackbeard's full attention again.

Apology accepted. He leans against the counter, just barely out of the way, and begins eating from his plate with his fingers like he's never met a fork in his life, either. ]

I'll complain if I feel like it. Especially if I get the shits. Or magic glowy tentacles start crawling out of my throat.

[ Someone's been recently traumatized a bit, maybe. But who hasn't, right? It's been a wild fucking ride these last few weeks. Also, don't try to take the plate back or Blackbeard will 100% try to stab you, Shinji. Holding his plate close to his chest like a racoon might, he asks warily between bites. ]

Seen you around here a lot. You work here? Don't look much like the locals of this place.

don't be, this is spectacular

[prophylactic]

[A normal, reasonable person might have the sense to find this guy's whole... everything kind of intimidating, but Shinji has a hard head and low sense of self-preservation, so instead of easing up on his Attitude he simply gives the new face a Look when he gets all up in his zone. Hello? He's cooking here? Come on.

That said,] It's breakfast, it's not going to do... that.

[He didn't think that needed to be said, but okay! His breakfast isn't tentacle poison, holy shit. He's still giving a Look, but at least he's not commenting on the paranoid raccoon behavior - like, the food's being eaten? That's all he asks, most of the time.

So he looks back at his stove with a short shrug, which for a longish beat is his whole answer. Give him a moment to steel himself for conversing with other people, ack...]

I don't work here. The kitchen's bigger here than... [hm, Astralin's house is Astralin's house, he can't call it "my place," how awkward,] where I'm staying.

[Another pause, while the next batch of delicious bacon pieces sizzle pleasantly. He gives Blackbeard another glance.]

And most of you don't know how to cook a damn thing, so....

Axing questions

[heroondecku]

[There are days where catching Izuku out in the emptier areas means he was, in fact, planning on doing some training of his own. Or was in the middle of it, or had just finished. He ran up against more than a few limits he should have been prepared for during the event - especially the ones related to his injuries - and he wants to get a handle on what, exactly, he's safely capable of. Without the protection and physical support of his costume and support gear, it's even more important than usual to know exactly how beyond he can go.

In such situations, he'd understand being asked a question like this.

At this particular moment, however, he was just out here on a walk. Give him a minute to shift gears.]

Yes? [Izuku why is that a question.] To both things. It's, uh, more general training and hand-to-hand than...um...

[He gestures awkwardly at the axe. Weapon use isn't really something he's studied, and it's not really much of a thing among his classmates either. He's not going to be the best person for that and he knows it.]

[prophylactic]

[...Than a big axe; you know, fair? Shinji looks at the axe in turn, shrugging as if to say that, yeah, he gets it; of course juniorcop himself wouldn't be swinging a whole axe around. Honestly, most people wouldn't be...

So he puts the axe. Down. No point in carrying it if it's not on the table for training right this second. He holds up his hands in another shrug.]

Yeah? You a boxer, too? I only know street fighting, and there ain't a class for it.

[So his preferred style is "break bones in the face," working title.]

Cooking Mama!

[whatsamada]

[Ken wasn't surprised to see Shinjiro in the Inn cooking. If he was used to doing this at the dorms, why wouldn't he do it here? Looking at the crowd around him, it seems that he was fairly popular with the various people around here. Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to the side, he wasn't sure if he should say something to him. He seemed so busy that it felt awkward to speak up.

That and he really didn't know how to start a conversation after everything that happened.

Instead, he'll just watch people coming over toward Shinjiro and grabbing a plate as he wonders how to talk to the teenager.]

[prophylactic]

[It takes a good few minutes for Shinji to realize Ken has even appeared in the room, as absorbed as he is in cooking and occasionally handing plates to people. Some of them even manage to get him to talk for a few sentences, which is nothing short of a miracle, but mostly he's deep into the cooking.

Deep enough that, after a bit, he hums, like, three notes of a little tune, and that's when he clocks that Ken is standing there and freezes, staring at him in open mortification. Because of the humming, and not because of Ken, but... Jesus--]

The hell are you doing?

[aaaaaaa]