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june catchall (open!)

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

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[The young mutant blinks but inwardly shrugs, deciding not to question Free Food that's recently been cook and prepared. It looks fucking amazing, especially since he's just passing by with whatever sandwich he presses together when he's not getting food from the locals. And lately, he hasn't been eating too well because of Being Mad and Teenage Angst, so this is nice.

Shoving a forkful of eggs in his mouth, Scott... has some manners to not talk while he's still chewing on his breakfast-- lunch, whatever.]

This is really good-- thanks.

[As Scott eats, he looks more at Shinji and huh, has he met this guy somewhere? Eh, he's probably just seen him in passing, they all sort of live around this town anyway.] Do you do this often or did I actually get lucky for once?

[If older teen comes around just cooking food for others, he wants a schedule so that he can pop up.]

[He's tall and permanently grumpy and always walks around like it's the middle of winter, so there's a definitely nonzero chance Scott has seen him around. He shrugs, continuing to Cook for a beat just long enough to be a little awkward before he responds:]

Well, I don't live here anymore, [but nothing in this town has any security so welp,] but the kitchen's bigger than the one at the house. ....On Astralin's farm.

[A glance; has Scott met Astralin? Shinji can't ask questions in a casual manner so he must Judge the Vibes.]

Apparently most of you don't know how to feed yourselves, so... I'm here enough.

[There's no look of recognition from Scott when he mentions Astralin or his farm. He honestly can't see the appeal living on a farm with a bunch of cows or whatever, but no judgment. He's just here to eat the well-prepared free breakfast without complaint; Scott can agree to those terms.]

I know how to make some stuff.

[Like, box mac-and-cheese and TV dinners. Iron Chef here--]

But uh, you definitely beat me. I wouldn't even try to compete.

[The farm is a little... well, animals do smell sometimes, but Shinji doesn't really like a crowded living space, so the farm it is. Doesn't matter; he moves on from the total lack of recognition without missing a beat, scoffing--]

What do you know how to make?

[Scott had to go and claim an iota of food-making knowledge, he's got to own it now...]

[Time to confess to his well of knowledge--]

Sandwiches.

[That sounds pretty bad, huh? Especially since he mostly just means slapping lunch meat between two slices of bread or peanut butter and jelly. Scott doesn't seem to have ~~enough~~ shame about this before continuing on with a small careless shrug.]

Do TV dinners count?

As cooking? Hell no.

[Shinji's got nothing against TV dinners necessarily, he's consumed more than a few Trash Meals (the official term) in his life. In fact he's consumed way worse than TV dinners, which is half the reason he's such a foodie now, when he has the means to be. He still shakes his head, like, no, TV dinners are not cooking, don't be silly.]

Nothing wrong with sandwiches. Unless you're, I dunno... replacing mayo with cream cheese, or something.

[He says this like he's witnessed it, RIP to that sandwich in particular.]

[The older teen's slight disapproval is what he about expected. He probably should learn how to cook actual food sometime, useful skill and everything. Scott doesn't know what living at Xavier's is going to be like long term, the first night was cool and all, but what about months on end? Will he be expected to make dinner for everyone in the future? Guess it's possible.

Eh, he'll think about it later.]

What? Definitely not. [Scott finds this rather amusing, a smile forming across the mutant's face. Maybe he'd eat it on a dare or something, but.] Seriously dude, that sounds gross. I just slap lunch meat together with cheese and maybe some mayo and I'm good to go.

You'd be surprised what people do in the kitchen.

[Poor Fuuka isn't here to defend her incredibly bad cooking choices, so Shinji can lowkey talk smack about her Techniques as much as he likes. If she turns up he'll apologize, but then she'll be here, and...

Bad train of thought. Stick to horrible sandwiches with cream cheese.]

Food doesn't have to be complicated to be good. ....Good to learn, though, just in case.

Oooor, I can continue to snag a free breakfast whenever you pop by. That sounds easier.

[He can memorize a schedule when free food's involved or just pop by the kitchen every morning to see if Master Chef is around. He lives here, so, it's not like he's going out of his way. It's nice when things are convenient for him.]

I'll praise your cooking every time in exchange.

[Okay, that's objectively the opposite of the intended goal of providing for oneself— Or: Shinji makes a face, not quite rolling his eyes but kinda thinking about it, and then makes another, more overt face about praise-your-cooking-every-time. Jeez.]

You— don't have to do that. [mega jeez... he'd probably sink into the floor and never return if enough people praised his cooking, and then how will he maintain his image as aloof and collected? (read: grouchy)

Anyway!! God!!!]

I'll be around. ....Enough. At least learn to fry eggs, or something.

[Too bad that his eye beams don't actually generate heat or he'd definitely try to fry an egg at least once using them. Of course, it would be blasted all to hell and nothing would remain, but it would be fun to at least try. However, his optic blasts aren't like that, so it'd totally be a waste of food, sadly.]

Yeah, sure. [Scott shrugs, but as he finishes his last bite, he places his fork down and stretches in his seat.] I'll try that. At some point.

I'm Scott, by the way. Pretty sure we haven't met before.

We haven't. [He'd remember, it's not that big of a town--] Shinjiro.

[Anyway, come on... take the hint here about learning to cook, buddy... it's for his own sake!! Shinji looks down at the empty plate, then back up.]

You can try it now. One-time payment for the first breakfast.

[Come over here and get a spatula, he's very serious.]

[Oh hey, what.]

What? Really?

[He's not whining!! Just. Sort of groaning because he didn't expect to actually cook or do something productive this early in the morning. It should be law that he doesn't have to do anything until like, 12 pm.]

[Welcome to the wide world of having to be an adult now, Scott!! That includes learning to make your own eggs. Shinji gestures at him with his own spatula in a very scolding-schoolteacher kind of way, then opens a drawer to look for another one.]

Yeah, now. This is happening. Get over here.

[This is a mistake, he wants off this train. But with a slightly begrudging sigh, Scott pulls himself off his seat with some exaggerated movements, like this is such a colossal effort on his end, before walking over to Shinji with his hands buried in his pockets. Future leader of the X-Men guys--]

Fine fine, I'm here. Ready to fry.

[Welcome to Iron Chef's Wild Ride, no refunds. Shinji scoffs at him, at least a little bit amused- and holds out the clean spatula, expectantly. No pockets, bud.

He also grabs a delightfully farm fresh egg from a bowl of them a bit down the counter, but doesn't hand it over. With a spatula-wiggle,]

This is called a spatula. [jokes] Do you even know how to crack an egg?

Uh, yeah.

[Scott responds as if everyone should know how to crack an egg, not really realizing that admitting to only making TV dinners and sandwiches hasn't quite set the bar high for himself. At least he pulls his hands out of his pockets to take the offered spatula with a small acknowledging grunt.]

Just tap it against a bowl or whatever and crack it open. [He holds his palm out, as if expecting Shinji to just hand it over.] I totally got this.

[Is it Shinji's fault that Scott has represented himself as a total dunce in the kitchen, no--! Anyway, it's a joke, are his hip comedy stylings not obvious? (They aren't.)]

Could do it straight into the pan, if you had any experience.

[womp.... but he hands over the egg, anyway. He even nudges a clean bowl over Scott's way; let's see these skills.]

You like butter or oil? Or does it not matter to you...

[He places the spatula back on the counter, because he's definitely not talented enough to try and crack an egg with a single hand. That'd be a mess and Scott's trying to at least appear slightly competent or at least do the thing that he says that he can do.]

Doesn't really matter. It basically tastes the same either way, right? [He gives a small shrug as starts to tap the egg against the bowl and hrumph, it's not cracking. Maybe just a little more strength...

...

tap tap- crack

A small victorious noise leaves him when he hears the noise and Scott actually doesn't create a giant mess, opening the shell and letting the yolk plop into the bowl with little fanfare.] See? No problem at all.

[Okay, maybe he can start to see why cooking is a bit fun--]

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