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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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Roland does the same, just in case. A witness too, but with three of them, ears strained to even the slightest change in that frequency, there was very little room for error. They resume their walk and soon find themselves crossing Roland's own sleeper - number two - which means they're finally getting close to traversing the rest of the long train. Some of which have two floors, he notes, so that's something to explore too.

"Just good to have an index of how to make, in the event of an emergency. Nobody will ever regret being prepared." He smiles, the pretend jotting of his notes turning real as his own thoughts are scribbled into reality. From what they're talking about not to look suspicious to the actual happenings surrounding their new toy. "But weapons and defensive items, like that smoke bomb you just got Tidus - those are good to start with since eighty points is really too extravagant for something that should be provided in the first place." Since no mission they've ever been was safe. This does irk him to an extent, but not enough to break face.

"A forge, huh? What do you need to make that a reality?"

If the train won't stop charging them for these things, then Roland is not at all against the idea of breaking the system.

He let out a bit of a thinking hum at the question. The lack of weapons was concerning, but he could fix some of that, albeit with primitive weapons. "Like I said, I can whip up bows, arrows, knives and spears pretty easily. Mankind has had those things since prehistoric times." He observed wryly.

"If I made a manual of everything I knew how to make, I'd be sitting there for years doing it." Senku huffed lightly. "It's pretty safe to assume I know how to make most things. Can I get what I need? That's a different question."

"The biggest challenge with a forge is ventilation. All that smoke has to go somewhere and setting one up in here without at least some kind of ventilation is a fast way to asphyxiating the entire train."

Tidus eyes the name on the cabins at random. A spare glance that isn't observed too closely, to see what names he recognises, doesn't. The plaques always changing, two weeks after two weeks.

"What if you just stuck with the simple? If people wanna share how to make things, it needs to have ingredients we can get easy, or do on the train With what's in the gardens or what's easy to buy in bulk?" Actually, now that he thinks about it. "Like all that salve that Glor made for supplies. I wouldn't mind helping making it. Plus, we should write down the name of the grain he buys for the bread too, that's useful. But that's all I can really think about."

He shrugs. "Just, you know... if anyone's serious about sharing what to make. But that sounds like something that'd be good as a group project? I bet other people know how to craft. We don't need to leave everything on Senku's shoulders to do."

He wasn't one of those crafty people, but hey -- he was there to be free labour for any projects.

There isn't enough room for three people to fit through the next car - Library, where Roland frequents on the daily - so he steps aside and allows Tidus to take the further lead in a single file, his finger on the button to open the doorway.

He'll follow after Senku, but he's not sure if it's because he's moving about that he hears it. Some sort of static again, not quite what they picked up the first time, though it's something. Better than nothing, better than silence. He furrows his brow though he only offers a deep hum from his chest, letting the other two confirm if he's hearing things or not.

Then again, Roland's always found the gaps between cars a little eerie, for one reason or another.

As soon as he's free to speak again, whatever moment passing as they cross from the Library to the Music Car, he does so with a steady tone, evenly suggestive. "We need to start writing this all down as resources so anyone can learn from everyone else at their own time. Shelves are looking pretty empty anyway. We can assist in writing it down too, if the passengers aren't literate for any particular reason the universal translators can't pick up."

Senku nodded slightly at the pause, he heard it, but again, aside from making a mental note, they'd need to keep going for the time being so as not to catch unwanted attention.

"I'm used to it." Senku answered Tidus' comment with a shrug because that was incredibly true. Things were evolving in his world, but the bulk of the work still came down to him.

"A forge itself we'd need calcium carbonate and sand to make mortar, we could construct it from that, if we can find a way to ventilate it. I can investigate that further. A forge would give us a lot of crafting abilites we currently don't have. It's not just for weapons, after all."

He hummed slightly. "Keeping certain supplies on hand isn't a bad idea, I just don't know what I'd recommend. I typically go from project to project and it depends on what people want to make really."

Senku paused at the suggestion of writing things down. "I don't mind, but I probably need a proofreader." He admitted. "I'm likely to be way too technical, and if I'm not writing in a technical way I'm kinda..." He wiggled his hand side to side. "Let's just say that reading any essay I write isn't terribly fun for anyone, especially me, who had to write it in the first place."

"...can you believe it gave us an empty car?"

Don't mind Tidus's commentary as soon as they enter the carriage, or soon after. Coming after the crackle of sound, and somewhere between an intentional cover-up -- like he was staring at the library in disbelief -- and just a thought that's always nagging in the back of his mind. "I didn't vote when library came up, but I would have, to get people some decent books."

Guh. Dumb train. But moving on.

"Roland, that sounds like your kind of job." A joke, a jab, at Senku needing a proofreader. It definitely wasn't going to be him, anyway. "I'd add things, but for me, I uhh, don't know a lot of skills like that. So I can just buy things. I get a bunch of points after missions."

The training gym car is noisy as they enter it, a muted sound against the wall of the corridor separating the gym and the aisle to the next car. Tidus leans his head back, to the side, trying to listen more intently to the radio.

The train did prove a lot of them correct the day it chose to give them an empty library car, and Roland hasn't forgotten that either. But for now, the focus was on their task of the radio, and wondering about what it would bring for them now that the said train threw them a bone. Any frequency would do, any sound apart from nothing...but right now, as Roland strains his ears too, there's not much to be heard. Not like earlier.

Which was alright, this was a long train. He's the most curious about the sounds it would make in places like the Quiet Car, and near the Engine Room. He follows their lead, smirking ever so slightly at the suggestion.

"Does it indeed. I'm not going to argue when I know I'll be pretty good at it." That could be taken as a joke, but Roland's all too serious about it. He doesn't shy away from opportunities that he knows he can be of help, and be good at it on top of that. "I'll proofread anything and make it so everyone can have an easy time digesting your expertise on paper. Count on it."

I mean, he could write his own too, but who would want to read a book on law and administration in a place like this...?

"The empty car is a source of endless disappointment." Senku agreed with a huff. "I finally get my hands on books again and they tell me we get a library and it's empty." Apparently he could complain about that quite a bit.

"It might even be easier for me to explain concepts to you and you putting them in words." Senku admitted. "I'm really good at teaching concepts, mostly because people ask me questions and I can cover anything I glossed over or missed because my mind's working too far ahead. I could try and write something that's designed for novices to use, but I might miss the point."

He sighed. "It's not like I read very many books meant for novices either, I just dove right into textbooks." He paused. "I used a dictionary to define anything I didn't know."

"Well, I can read it at the end, and if I get it, you both got it right!" See, teamwork. That's about all Tidus figures he could offer...he's not even sure he wants to ask Senku about concepts. He's not going to try and make this conversation too technical (but the other two, they can talk about whatever they like!).

"Sounds like a headache to me." Just going to be honest there about that method. "You have technical talk in blitzball, but to be honest, most of it doesn't matter. You don't get to get into the details of how everything works in a blitzball stadium to know how to play good." So even at that point, Tidus can't relate to reading smart books.

But, the cinema car doesn't provide them any interesting sounds. Once they get into the greenhouse car, however... there's something interesting, right through the door.

"That's a great way to assess how effective a book is, though." Roland offers seriously, nodding to Tidus and even to Senku's suggestion of writing and editing in such a flow of concept to paper. He's still confident he can keep up, having to scribe for the majority of his life. "If a layman can read a highly conceptual book and get the main statement out of it by the end, then the writer and editor did their job. Good going, Tidus."

He smiles, though it falters only by the hesitation going into the greenhouse car. Roland almost bumps into both of them with the narrowed proximity leading onwards, but he catches himself last minute and steadies. Quiets his breathing so that all three of them can hear...

...What is it they're listening to, exactly? He can't find it in himself to ask, lest his voice accidentally drown out anything picked up by the frequency.

Senku looked amused at Tidus' assessment. "Sure, it was a headache, but it led to more learning. I learned English that way too, brute forced it with a dictionary." It wasn't recommended for most people, it had just been a necessity, and he'd gotten a lot of practice after that, so it had been worth it. "I learned Russian properly."

He nodded in agreement to Roland's comment, that was probably the best idea and hopefully they could work it out somehow. He would try, anyway. He wasn't against it.

They had stopped again and he frowned. Was that music? Speech? It was still pretty distorted, he wasn't really sure what he was hearing.

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