[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]

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[adregem]

That look Gen throws him isn't enough to deter Roland, who just smiles at them both as if interested still. In fact, he does manage to throw in a lighter jab despite the seriousness of it, if only to reassure them that he's willing to put it the work to help. It's not survival training in any way shape or form, but - "Gen can come too. You can cheer Senku on. Or run laps with us. Doesn't hurt to try, y'know? Could help, somehow."

Would he be able to buy wooden swords for practice? Did they already have them? Roland makes a note to check. There's a lot there to make note of anyway, between Senku's further origins and the fact that he had been alone for so long. Such a detail wasn't lost on Roland at all; it might be what makes him realize that upon meeting Senku, it was no wonder the concept of small talk didn't interest him in the least. He wouldn't know what to do himself, not having anyone to speak to. Counting in your head, as your body refuses to move, petrified until luck chances your way.

He grows oddly quiet after that thought takes ahold of him. The pen in his hand stills, and the ink no longer stains the pages. Of all the things he's writing, the little tips and tricks, how to survive and what to do when you awaken...He has to be a bit more candid. Even this advice was too far ahead for Roland, if only because -

He takes a breath and sets his utensil down. For this, he has nothing to write about.

"Senku, what's your strategy if you woke up and none of those resources were available to you?" He starts first, feels the way he says it, makes sure its leveled. "What if instead of a world overgrown, you woke up to...nothing?" Roland stops here for now, wonders if that's enough to go on. Or, he'll wait, see what he asks so he can formulate a better way to say what he means. Not that he distrusts them, and by all accounts he should be more honest about things given how much they've shared already.

It's just hard for him to talk about, private by nature.

[10billionpercent]

Senku didn’t know what to think about that focus on his stamina. It was something of a sore point for him really. It frustrated him to no end that nothing he did seemed to work, or improve anything. It wasn’t very fair, and he couldn’t pinpoint the problem. “If you have some kind of idea, I might try it, but I wouldn’t expect much.” He told Roland bluntly.

He wished he could blame it on a lack of socialization and maybe some of that was there, but he hadn’t been the most socially adept person in the first place. People tended to have to meet him where he was and typically, they didn’t mind the more they got to know him, but Senku always had a hard time making friends.

He could continue the story, but it might not be necessary if Roland had something else in mind. He blinked.

“You don’t have nothing. You need to define nothing for me.” Senku answered easily. “Unless you’re floating in a void, I’ve got nothing for that, you’d starve to death.”

[fun_thementalist]

And that's why Roland had gotten a look - it was something Senku had already tried to improve, because the man was stubborn. And it didn't work. Through whatever scientific means he attempted to correct it, it still didn't work. Gen could and would help Senku with whatever he wanted to do to improve himself - but wearing him down in a frustrating exercise that only emphasized his flaws wasn't something Gen wanted Senku to endure.

"Even outer space has something," Gen mused. "Debris, space dust, UV light and radiation. It might seem silly, my friend - but you will need to give us more to go on if you want us to help you."

His eyes glinted knowingly. "You seem to be preparing for a future of your own."

[adregem]

This was an exchange of trust. Right? And he asked to speak to them. He prepared for this, in one way or another. What was the other option? Play charades with them, hope they get the message? No, there was no darting around it.

Besides, what was this exchange between comrades - between friends - compared to the years and years he's had to endure to try and wrangle stubborn nations into peace? Senku and Gen at least, didn't mean him harm. They knew too, what it's like...

Roland closes his eyes only briefly, before donning his signature determined look, brow furrowed, lips forming a thin line. Worried, but it's as Gen said. How could they help him if he hid the fact?

"Nuclear, then." He says, quietly. "On the day my nation was supposed to host a world summit in a bid to unify all countries under a banner of peace...A nuke flew across the sky and leveled the city." Now one city was nothing, but Roland had to clarify -

"My version of earth was already at the worst of political and military tensions across every border. Such an act of aggression wouldn't be the last." He knew they were smart enough for the rest of what he's implying. The nuke would have started the end. The world war to end all world wars. He knows that. That's loomed over him for a long time, when he still donned the mantle of president.

He pauses here, and waits dutifully.

[10billionpercent]

It wasn’t just an exchange of trust, that was certainly part of it and Senku had definitely extended that to Roland, but he knew the man wasn’t going to go around talking of what they did in this space. He wasn’t worried.

He was familiar with the tensions that Roland was talking about, at least historically or rather it was always a possibility once nuclear weapons came into play. He sat back with his arms crossed then, inadvertently letting go of Gen’s hand, but he needed to think.

He got the picture, it wasn’t just one bomb but potentially annihilation. But world annihilation was so incredibly difficult and unlikely. One couldn’t really set off enough bombs to level each city could they? No, they wouldn’t, because once the governments fell, the citizens didn’t have access.

Senku considered for the moment that this was a possibility. He shifted in his posture, one hand coming up to his eyes and two fingers were raised. He was calculating, Gen would recognize that.

“What determines most the factor of surviving is very much how close you are to the blast. The thing about nuclear weapons is not just the explosion itself, but the radiation. It depends on the size of the weapon, and what agent you’re using, I mean the devices used in Hiroshima and Nagasaki were completely different, so I can’t speculate as to what the composition is for your world.” He exhaled.

“In the short term, assuming I was outside the blast radius and didn’t die initially, I’d identify where the bomb hit and head in the opposite direction. I would travel as far as I could without tapping resources because radiation spreads. Even I can travel 80 kilometres in two days, if I have to. If you’re talking about two different places and being in between, you want to put yourself between the two places. Barring that, aim for an area further out. The worst of it can be avoided that way. The good news is that radiation levels decrease much faster than scientists thought they would, plants were already starting to regrow in those regions within two years.” Senku explained. “And getting far enough away would limit the long term effects on people, but the worst effects come from being too close, and it’s a really nasty bit of warfare.”

He had no intention, personally, in reinventing nuclear arms. Without a doubt they would be, someday, but it wasn’t going to be him.

“As much as you consider world annihilation, it’s statistically unlikely that you would decimate the entire planet in one shot. The governments wouldn’t survive, most likely and then who would have access to the arms? America in my world, is a huge landmass, compared to Japan, so there’s likely a lot of open space. It may not be ideal, but it might be what you have to deal with. Presumably you’d be dealing with a lot more survivors than I am too, because people would probably live outside of the blast radius and effects radius.”

[fun_thementalist]

Gen didn't mind that Senku let go - it seemed like it's purpose, giving his dearest friend comfort and support during a difficult memory - had since passed anyway. He listened and thought, because really, Senku was uncovering the truth of what Roland would need to deal with. Not the actual attack itself.

"That's going to be your big problem, my friend - and opportunity," Gen told him. "Governments and infrastructure as you know it will probably be gone. But you'd still have people. Tons, and tons, of people."

"People who suddenly likely have ... no internet. No international travel. No international trade, or even in a place like the United States or China or Russia, no organized shipping within those massive countries any longer. Society as you knew it will fall apart, and ... that's what you'll need to help manage."

"People are going to panic. People are going to fight and accuse and act against their own best interests as they attempt to protect themselves, and that is your real problem," Gen told him. "If you're worried about survival, you'll need to worry about how to keep people feeling safe, and like things are under control, and that their favorite brand of soda won't be out of stock indefinitely."

"Your cities are going to be the worst hit, even if they're not targeted by nukes," Gen told him, "because without a country's infrastructure to keep them afloat - they'll quickly run out of what they need to keep themselves going. Tight quarters means there will be a lack of food, increased illnesses, greater unrest and riots."

"Radiation is the least of your problems."