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[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

Ammeschan]

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"And it would go away now if you had some medication, come on," Gen would gently take his hand, knowing his skin was sensitive and swollen, and lead him out of the kitchen.

Gen was huffing a little, not disguising it. "There's no need for you to suffer for a couple of hours, even if it's temporary."

"I'm coming." Senku grumbled a little bit. "I guess, but I just mean I can deal with it and not worry about it if someone else needed to have the medicine."

Gen grumbled right back. "If they were hand-made medications that took tons of intensive labor by us to help save someone's life? Of course."

"But these are magically-restocking antihistamines," Gen told him. "Really, a good idea is to take some before we arrive at a platform just to stockpile a bit."

"Ugh." Senku said by way of complaint. "The odds of this happening again are slim." He pointed out.

"Unless someone lets me have lacquer. I don't have a need for it, yet."

It didn't take that long to get there, and probably unsurprisingly, Senku knew where the medicines were kept, and he opened the cupboard, waving vaguely at the second shelf. His vision was a bit blurred from the swelling.

"You say that now," Gen said, "but when you do get lacquer - a use for it will come up - you'll forget to ask me to apply it for you, and we'll need to go through this all over again."

Gen saw him squinting through watery eyes when the cabinet was opened, and he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Let me, darling."

He'd reach forward and grab the bottle, opening it to shake out a pair of pills.

He let Gen put them in his hand and swallowed them dry, which was unpleasant, but worked well enough. The reaction should stop in a few minutes. He might not be a hundred percent then, but he'd feel better soon.

Gen gently squeezed his shoulder, sighing a bit in relief now that he was medicated. "So. Mango. Want me to help you slice up the rest?"

His smile was wry, "Why else have me around, my dearest, if you're not going to exploit me for cheap labor?"

"Fine, you can cut it up. Just rinse it under the water first. Cubes are fine."

He was still puffy for the moment, but as time went on it would improve, and hopefully that was the non-drowsy kind or he'd be finding himself very unproductive, and he wouldn't want that.

Unfortunately for Senku, Gen hadn't checked the label to make sure if it was or not. But at least the swelling was starting to slowly improve.

"For snacking, or were you making it for a project, my dear?" Gen asked. He reached down to take his hand gently once more as they walked out of the medical carriage.

"I'm making it into a compote to eat with the stollen." Senku answered all too easily. "Sweet, like jam but without the pectin. A little more fruit wouldn't hurt, nutrient-wise."

Actually, they were going to be well stocked in emergency supplies in that case, and he was much more comfortable with that.

"Oh! That sounds like it'd be really delicious. And, mango with pineapple ... it's a tropical kind of stollen!" Gen looked pleased by the idea.

"You know I'm always for adding a bit more sweetness to anything," Gen told him cheerfully.

"You do? I never would've guessed that." Senku snarked lightly at him with a bit of a smile.

The worst of the initial swelling was almost completely gone now, there was a reason why antihistamines were good for allergic reactions.

Gen seemed to be more and more cheerful the more Senku improved. He winked at his mad scientist boyfriend. "You might need to run some experiments sometime, then. See how I react to different desserts, maybe make a chart about my preferences. They could correlate with sugar content, that might be a good hypothesis!"

"I'm onto you, you just want me to bake you a bunch of sweets I'm not going to eat." Senku snorted. "Do I look like Francois?"

Those were big words from someone who spent the entire week in the kitchen, cooking.

"Surely you'd eat some of them, Senku-chan!" Gen gave him a wide, innocent smile. "And Francois wouldn't make charts and diagrams, they'd only be baking. When you're doing something and writing all of the results down? That is science, isn't it?"

Gen was lucky he liked him, honestly.

"I probably wouldn't eat much of it, and you just want diabetes. Keep in mind, I don't make insulin." He quipped back a little sarcastically.

"Besides. I'm not sure baked goods are my strengths. I can follow a recipe, but if you don't have one, I can't just make that happen." He understood the principles but without practice, that only went so far.

"Possibly it would turn out pretty horribly."

"Ah, I think I'm not going to become diabetic at this rate, darling," Gen winked at him. "And there are probably a lot more recipes on this train, if you wanted to play around ..."

He grinned. "I'm not so certain they would! You don't need to rely quite as much on luck if we have instructions, now do you?"

"Are you talking about the baklava I saw in the recipes?" Senku asked, musing thoughtfully.

"I really haven't made pastries before, I am so not the right person for it."

"Isn't there science behind that, too?" Gen baited, mostly for his own amusement. He was perfectly happy with Senku's mere company - let alone the cola that he'd made for him, and the candy he kept sourcing or him.

But what was the fun if he didn't tease him? "I didn't think you'd turn down the opportunity to learn how baking works, now that we've finally got modern equipment, and real instructions. Unless you think it's beyond your grasp ..."

"You can't trick me into making you baklava." Senku told him, but poked him in the side.

"But if you help me after the mission, we can make some." He sighed a little bit.

Senku yawned, but stifled it behind his hand.

"I'm going to be dragged into helping you anyway, dearest," Gen told him a little playfully, a little fondly. "So I think that baklava is as good as mine."

He watched him yawn, and considered. "After we're done with the compote, want to sit with me in the star room for a bit? I've got some ideas I want to talk through."

"Yeah sure." Senku said, a little absently, stretching to wake himself up. He had a sneaking suspicion that that antihistamine was not non-drowsy and there was no chance he was going to sleep in the middle of the day.

"We just have to heat this into mush and get it to reduce and add some sugar. It's not too hard."

"You're just saying it's easy because you want me to do the work," Gen teased, planning on helping with Senku getting increasingly drowsy anyway. Less chance for accidents that way with hot appliances.

"Whatever works." Senku smirked at him. "You're the one that wanted to help me."

He couldn't do much about the rash, it was going to take time to fade, but at least the worst seemed over.

Gen winked at him. "If you're going to drag me into the work anyway ..."

It's all fussing for fun, though, and he's humming a little as he went back go making the compote for Senku before long. It's not that difficult, and he didn't think Senku would actually mind that he was taking over most of the work.

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