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expiationlogs2023-06-01 04:52 pm
prophylactic) wrote in expiationlogs2023-06-01 04:52 pm
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
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.axe you a question
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.]
[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?misc around town mini prompts
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.
[You may run into Shinji:wildcard/etc
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?
[wriggles back in from my hiatus, hello.... hmu via pm or atjojoveller if you would like a custom starter, we can hash something out!! or: do whatever, surprise me.]
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[He wrings his hands, idly.] ...thanks, though. I usually know my way around the kitchen pretty okay, but baking is beyond me.
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[Mr. I Cook From The Heart... okok. Shinji considers the batter he's prepared and then goes to get some. Smaller dishes, actually. He'll make a second cake and leave it in the dining room or something, whatever, it's fine!!]
If you want to decorate it, portion out the frosting.
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[He cooks with his heart, okay!! Let him!!!!! He'll make you super spicy curry from his heart, Shinji, just you watch.]
[Anyway he does well enough to portion some frosting-- enough to cover the cake, and add a little bit of decoration besides.] ...you think I could add coffee to it? He likes coffee a lot.
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But- oh, hm. Do they have instant coffee around here... Luckily, Shinji is already practiced in the art of adding coffee to things, so this is like a one-second recalculating of his mental recipe.]
...Sure. Start brewing some. We'll need regular grounds, too.
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[Luckily, at least, Akira made coffee a priority in Aldrip, and has come upon a small supply of Good Beans, a bag of which he produces from God Only Knows Where with a nod. He moves away from the in progress baking station to a cabinet with an archaic old hand-grinder and methodically grinds up just enough for roughly three cups of joe. He glances over his shoulder at Shinjiro.] You want a cup? It's good stuff.
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Anyway, hm, coffee. Is this a social thing all of a sudden, sir. He was just making cake because he was already here, now the added concept of drinking coffee with another person is out in the open? Urgh... can a man not watch a cake bake in silence.]
....Sure. I'm surprised you know how to use that old-fashioned thing.
[compliment,]
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[Carefully, he measures the ground beans into a separate apparatus-- a French Press, maybe. He's found all the coffee things in Aldrip, more than likely. He smiles, nodding. He thinks that's a compliment, but-- doesn't quite thank him, because Shinji seems the type who would sneer at a compliment being that openly addressed.] The guy who taught me coffee is super oldschool. Uses siphons and everything.
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You mean he's just old.
[Ha, but really. Surely this is an Old Guy with an Old Kitchen. Shinji takes a few dishes over to the sink, considering whether he should just, like... have a conversation... like an ordinary person who doesn't lurk in corners. He wonders this multiple times per interaction, but mmph, okay.]
The kitchen I grew up with was old, so I picked up the old stuff.
[#lore]
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[He grins, boiling water for the coffee.] Yeah? I lived above a little hole in the wall place that served fancy coffee and curry, scientifically matched to complement the house blend.
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[It's older than that, but Shinji is a chef, not a wikifacts nerd, so that's the best comeback he's got. Jokes!! Sojiro Sakura is an ancient crone, like a fine wine. Ha ha.]
I grew up in an orphanage. Money to fix up the kitchen wasn't really in the picture, but they did alright.
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[He'll roll with Sojiro being an ancient crone-- the guy might appreciate it, who knows. Anyway, his expression shifts a little, and he looks Shinji over with a slightly different tone of eyeball. He hums, nodding and slipping his hands into his pockets.] Money is basically never what makes a good kitchen, anyway. Just a needlessly fancy one.
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[He shrugs; again, he is a chef, he only knows about alcohol as it relates to cooking. Ignoring the less than savory alcohol-related behaviors one lives among while homeless in the back alleys, of course; he's great at pretending he doesn't remember any of that, most of the time.
Anyway, ah, is that the eyeball of Orphanage Empathy... he knows that one. He looks at his nails for no reason other than not having to look at Akira's new look. Mmph.]
You live above a restaurant. [that's a totally different standard of kitchen!!] But you're not wrong. Still, it wasn't much... dorm kitchen was better.