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石神千空 Senku Ishigami ([personal profile] 10billionpercent) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-11-01 08:14 am

[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 [plurk.com profile] Ammeschan]
blitzcheer: (very gud thinker)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-11-16 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
adregem: (determined to pull it off.)

[personal profile] adregem 2020-11-19 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.