[Open] Escapades With A Mad Genius

[10billionpercent]

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]

Comments

[10billionpercent]

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."

[fun_thementalist]

"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?"

[10billionpercent]

"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."

[fun_thementalist]

"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 ..."

[10billionpercent]

"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.

[fun_thementalist]

"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."

[10billionpercent]

"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."

[fun_thementalist]

"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.

[10billionpercent]

"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.

[fun_thementalist]

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.

[10billionpercent]

He kind of minded, in his own way, because it was annoying that he couldn't finish the job, but he was tired and miserable and it was not unlike other times with his allergic reactions.

Gen effectively took away what would keep his mind off of things. He leaned on the counter, draping himself over it kind of lazily.

"You're so stubborn." He complained a little bit, but there wasn't much malice there. He stifled another yawn.

[fun_thementalist]

"Would you have me any other way, my darling?" Gen asked him in a sing-song tone. He stirred the compote as he waited it to get to the right temperature. "You're working so hard, this is why you need to delegate sometimes."

[10billionpercent]

He didn't dignify his question with a rsponse. "I delegate all the time." Senku commented.

"I'm delegating to you right now."

[fun_thementalist]

"Let's face it, it's because I tricked you into it," Gen teased.

[10billionpercent]

"I let you trick me." Senku insisted. "Menace."

He huffed lightly. "I could take this task back right now, watch me." He didn't move though, it was a pretty empty threat.

[fun_thementalist]

"You always say the sweetest things, my darling Senku," Gen giggled.

Gen shrugged his shoulders casually. "I'm nearly done anyway. You can rest your eyes for a moment, then we can head over to our quiet room. The compote should cool down once it's come together, yes? In the fridge?"

[10billionpercent]

"Trickster." He said, just to throw out another affectionate insult and he sighed.

"I'm not resting my eyes." He pouted at him. "And yeah, we can cool it in the fridge and then into the arms band it goes."

[fun_thementalist]

"Trickster! I like that one," Gen said cheerfully. "Like I'm a kitsune, hmmm?"

Searching around for a jar and then a ladle, Gen would spoon the compote into that next. "It's nice having the fridge to help speed things along ... it's spoiling us a little, Senku-chan."

[10billionpercent]

"What, you want to borrow my ears and tail?" Senku said with a little smirk.

"Yeah, well someday we'll have proper refrigeration again. Good enough we can freeze and preserve things so we can get through winter. Everything else is just extra." He yawned again. "Bed's spoiling us too."

[fun_thementalist]

"Maybe! Next time we have a fancy costume party," Gen grinned.

He saw that yawn, Senku. Gen said, "I am seriously considering for you to invent futons when we're back. We've been getting by without a fridge or freezer, but I've been loving a good mattress, my back will be said without it."

Making light of things, of course, ignoring as always how dire things were for the Senku he left in his time.

[10billionpercent]

"Sure sure, trickster Mentalist." Senku answered.

Gen saw nothing, he wasn't tired. No one could prove he was tired, and he wouldn't be if he didn't take that medicine.

"I'll think about it. I'm not sure it'll be the kind of futon you're used to anyway."

[fun_thementalist]

"Probably not, but it's a tiny bit better than sleeping on the floor," Gen said cheerfully. "Wouldn't that be an improvement to the observatory? Having something soft to lie on while I quiz you about astrology?"

[10billionpercent]

"I guess. I'm used to sleeping on the ground by now, it doesn't really bother me." Senku shrugged.

[fun_thementalist]

"It'd also keep us better insulated in the winter!" Gen continued to argue, pro-mattress. "And that's just more efficient."

All the compote safely in the container, he snapped the lid shut and placed it in the refrigerator.

[10billionpercent]

"I don't think it does, I think the ground is supposed to be warmer." Senku commented, but he brought himself to a more upright position since Gen wanted to go talk and he was stubbornly not ready to go have a nap.

"It's a moot point, we're not there at the moment and we have mattresses here." They were small and it meant they had to be really close, but that was fine.