voidtreckerexpress | [Open] Escapades With A Mad Genius

Who: Senku Ishigami and anyone who wants to spend time with him.
Where: Various
When: Imagination 1-6
What: Senku apparently has all kinds of things to do pre-mission.
Warnings: One prompt is medical in nature, it's not really graphic.

Kitchen

In the absence of a laboratory, Senku appeared to be using cooking to cope. No, he wasn't on the purple team, meaning he wasn't officially cooking, but it was keeping him busy, and no one really wanted him to have idle hands for too long.

From the time they left the platform, until the night before the mission, he could likely be found in there at least once a day working on one project or another.

The first day, he was busy using the new ingredient of honey to make a caramel on the stove, and he had bunches of cilantro and some limes on the counter in front of him, as well as a water carbonatation machine.

After that, he could be found with a few other projects. In one instance he had lemons, honey and coconut oil in front of him. In another, he appeared to be making some kind of marinade with soy sauce and a variety of spice packets and some kind of meat. In a third, he was slicing ginger root and daikon as thinly as he could.

On Imagination day 5, he'd found his way to a few mangoes which since he didn't wear his SCA on the train very often, he didn't get the reminder that peeling mangoes was a bad idea. He'd barely started the first one when he developed a rash on his hands and at least the skin that could be seen swelled up, including his eyes and lips, thanks to urushiol being present between the peel and the fruit. One might stop at that point and deal with the allergic reaction, but Senku proceeded to continue peeling fruit as though he wasn't immensely uncomfortable.

Spa

Senku will likely check out the spa late in the evening when he couldn't sleep one night. For modesty's sake, at least other people's modesty, he will select the requisite orange swimsuit and sink into the water for a little soak. Notably, when wet, his hair collapses into some semblance of ordinary.

He wasn't interested in a massage, but a soak and a steam wouldn't be out of place.

[OOC: Also available, choose your own adventure. Senku haunts most cars, he doesn't sleep a whole lot and he doesn't usually mind company. You can just add whatever you like - don't be afraid of the pre-planned threads, or you can contact me on Discord: Ammeschan#5385 or

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He grabbed a paper towel to pat at the fruit to get the water off and he started cutting it up into small cubes.

"No idea." Senku answered with a shake of his head. "I'm not really up on how the team is run. We had a meeting but..."

He shrugged. It was Curufin and Eva who ran the meeting.

"I only had enough fruit to make a couple of loaves of bread, so it's essentially for me and the Mentalist, but I'm happy to share with anyone who needs it."

"There'll be another one before we land on the next planet," Nita said.

"Whether it'll be about the mission or just more outlining of who does what in general, I don't know."

Again, they'd lost a lot of structure these last two stations.

"... Might get some people bribing you to share, in that case."

Senku looked a bit surprised by that. "They don't have to bribe me. I wouldn't let anyone starve." He was a bit aghast at the thought that he might withhold food from people.

Nita smiled. "Good to know. All the same, if you get the chance to make extra, I'd be glad to help."

With resources finite enough as they were, being able to share meant a lot.

"I wish I had the supplies to make more, but I don't. We'll see after the mission if I can forage a little more than I did last time, especially if I'm going to be preparing something for more people." He didn't mind the work, it wasn't about that at least.

Nita nodded.

"Here's to worlds that have fruits and grains, then. - You had a jar in mind for this stuff? I know there were a bunch of them after Jema'grethy..."

She remembered the carrots, okay? Those had been memorable.

He moved around to put a pan on the range and turned on the heat before sliding his cut up mango onto it.

"Yep, I have one of those jars. This would be the fourth use I've had for it. First it had berries, then alcohol, then fruit in alcohol, now it's empty."

"... If it wasn't for the berries, that sequence would almost tell a story by itself."

Oddly pictorial, that.

"And I'm guessing cooking isn't the hardest thing you've done while you've had that allergic reaction, huh?"

"With an allergic reaction? Nah." Senku chuckled slightly.

"My usual trigger is lacquer, and when I have that out, we're usually in the middle of building something or other. It happens often enough. It's not usually when the project is done though, and I just keep going until it is."

"I've heard of exposure therapy, but that sounds a bit much," Nita couldn't help but snark.

But she kept up at the counter all the same, more bemused now than angry.

"You won't have to keep doing that here, anyway."

"We don't have any medicine in my world that would do anything about it." Most of the swelling in his face at least was going down, but his hands still had a rash on them for now.

"It's not that high a priority for me, we've had other things to worry about. I'm sure I'll get around to it eventually."

Nita made a face.

"Yeesh. I take it you're looking forward to reclaiming enough resources to recreate a regular lab?"

Speaking of 'eventually' and all...

"At home? Of course not, I built a lab right away. I'm a scientist first." Cooking was just the food version of science, after all. Senku moved to sprinkle sugar over the fruit, then he just basically had to watch it.

"I have a fairly nice archaic lab. We've also got a forge, a glass furnace, stoves...all kinds of things. The reason for the lack of antihistamine is that I made antibiotics first, and analgesics, and a medical grade glue. Most of the treatments I have to deal with are injuries and illness."

Ahhh.

Nodding, Nita then asked, "What happens if someone else ends up with a reaction as severe as yours, then? Has that happened yet?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Doesn't seem to be a problem with the villagers, and no one else has mentioned any allergies. I get to be lucky on my own."

He stirred his mango concoction and continued.

"And since it's just discomfort, I can live with it."

"Well, be careful; this train watches out for allergies. You might not be allowed to order laquer-concentrated foods from the shop in the future."

Assuming Senku ever bothered to take that option.

"There's no lacquer in mangoes, it's just the same chemical in both plants. It's also the same thing in poison ivy and poison oak, it's just I have such an extreme reaction that I get affected by the other plants in the same family."

Senku hummed. "Cashews and pistachio trees too." He did however, grin. "Doesn't matter, if I want something like that, I'll just get the Mentalist to order it for me."

He'd probably insist he handle it, but no matter, putting Gen to work was just what he did.

Nita made a face. "Nut allergies, too? Geeze. ... And I bet Gen would snark at you for it, too."

It was meant more in jest than anything else, though.

"I could take the risk and hope they've been processed properly so I don't get a reaction, but I'd rather not. If I had to get them myself, there's no way I wouldn't have a reaction."

Senku produced an orange from his arms band, one he'd taken from the pantry earlier and cut it in half so he could squeeze the juice into the mangoes.

"What makes you think he'd do that?"

"Well."

Nita had to pause and think about that one - the heating water making an admittedly-pleasant background noise meanwhile - before settling for:

"It never seems like he goes easy on you, is all. Though at the same time, he still likes you."

That seemed to be what made the dynamic work.

"Hmm." Senku responded as he finished squeezing the orange into his concoction and then washed his hands if only because they were sticky.

"Fortunately, he's not quite that big of an asshole." He remarked.

"It's good that I'm wrong, then," Nita admitted, wry and blunt.

"Back to working on this?"

Nita would take her turn washing hands, for cleanliness' sake.

[Open] Escapades With A Mad Genius

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Could fade here; could change conversation if there's more for them to chat about.