:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make

[holdmyhand]

Who: Luna, Guzma, and whoever wants to stop by Islet 2!
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION

If you happen to be in the area of the second Islet, where a make-shift hut has become the home of two local pokemon trainers, you may find yourself smelling something amazing. Well, amazing if you enjoy fish. With their new wood-burning stove, Luna and Guzma's cooking game has upped itself tremendously. Rather, Guzma's cooking game has upped itself. Luna has gained a rank in firestarting and firekeeping. It's amazing, living together with a guy like Guzma-- mainly because Luna would never have thought it could happen. But here he is, standing around and cooking fish like he's been doing it for years...probably. Not that Luna knows. Guzma's a pretty outstanding mystery to her in the first place. Weird, kind of spooky. Pretty negative. But everyone knows him, so he's not shy. His pokemon adore him, so he can't be all bad.

It doesn't stop both her pups from being on high guard. Luna'd be lying if she said that there weren't times she was on guard herself-- but having someone who knows where you come from is something that she's decided to not take for granted. Someone with enough knowledge and history to ground her and remind her that home exists...

....somewhere.

Islet #2's hut is...pretty organized, but definitely split into two sides. With the addition of the wood burning stove, the two have tried to insulate their abode with a large tarp, though they still lack a proper roof. There are two strangely hung hammocks on opposite sides-- one of them has a very impressive looking tigershark-skin blanket draped across it invitingly. They seem to be hung by an insect's silken threads, and are very secured to what little they could be fastened to on the worn-down parts of the hut.

On a side of the hut, seashells hang of all types and sizes. They're pretty to look at. There's a small pile of them on the floor, along with a bag that says 'L U N A' in worn letters. There's fur on it-- perhaps someone sleeps here?

For now, this temporary home is fine.

Comments

Guzma || OTA

[yallstupid]

[It takes a long time to prepare food like this, and Guzma's sure he's doing it wrong - or, well, sloppily - but hey, he's not here to win Gordon Ramsay's approval, he's here to put their new wood stove to good use and make something a little more presentable than just fish skewers and roasted meats.

Oh no, he's got plans for an actual dish, and has diced up some veggies with his knife (potatoes, carrots, and an onion) and laid them on a bed of palm leaves. Next, there's the fish to be roasted. They're pretty small, but he managed a good enough haul...so it should keep them fed with enough for maybe thirds. I-If he sanctions his own serving, considering his appetite is far larger than Luna's.

The fish are splashes with a teensy bit of coconut water, then all individually wrapped, almost like mummies, in palm fronds and set on a larger leaf. He dumps the veggies on the wrapped fish, secures the leaves to make sure they won't fall apart or spill (or burn), then shoves the bundle in with a long stick. It'll take a while for that all to cook, but it does indeed smell heavenly, and he's s got a rather pleased look on his face as he wipes his face free of sweat from the heat of the fire.

While the fish cook, Guzma sits near the fire and sharpens his knife on a stone - he really can't afford for it to dull before he can request more supplies...or if Luna does. He'll have to sort of coordinate with her on what sort of thing they need, and what to ask for next. It's...odd, living with the brat. He never expected it, but she's not as bad as he expected. Still obnoxious, and he's always ready to sneer or stick out his tongue at her overly paranoid pokemon, but thus far it's been...well.

It's been nice.]

Shouldn't be long...dang but I'm starving after all that. [IT WAS A LOT OF WORK. But the end result looks pretty damn good, if he can brag a little. (And it tastes good, too)]

[seesbosscrotch]

[Maybe the beaches of the islets aren't the best place to ride a horse -- but this doesn't stop Maridian, who urges his heavily-armored mount up onto the sands of the islet from its trot across the water in between.]

[Speed is of the essence. He is an elf on a mission.]

[Hopping off the charger the way a person in heavy plate mail shouldn't be able to, he catches the reins to walk a little closer. And yes -- he'd seen right.]

You've got a stove!

[The delight in his voice is blatant and pure.]

[yallstupid]

[Is that a--...wait, no, what the absolute fuck - he can't even discern what it is, to be honest. Some kinda super beefed up Mudsdale? Definitely not a Rapidash or Ponyta, but what else is there? Ugh, he hates not knowing all these weirdo animals. Either way, it's something and it's coming in hot.

With flecks of food still on his face from tasting it to see if it cooked all the way through, Guzma nearly chokes as he sits bolt upright and stands in front of his stove. Bro, if you knock it over or break it, he will gut both you and your damn pony. He just got the damn thing this morning. Breathing a sigh of relief when the metal idiot slows down, he grinds his teeth. Fucker nearly gave him a heart attack.]

Congratulations, y'all's eyes work.

[souris_keteer]

[Sudden BURST OF APPLAUSE. Because as always, Mickey is more than ready to jump into the praise game.]

Wow, Guzma! That looks - and smells - absolutely amazing! Way to go!

[yallstupid]

[Guzma looks over his shoulder as he's tugging out the bundle. With no oven mitts or cloth to guard his hands (because the Storyteller is a cheapskate), he's had to use his own poor, weathered hoodie and a long stick to tug it out from the heat.]

Heh, you want some? S'gotta cool off a bit first, though. [He's turned back to the stove, trying to get a good handle on that bundle without burning his hands too much to check the contents and see if they look okay. Satisfied, he folds his hoodie over his hands and pulls out the leafy bundle to set it down on the ground.] I sure as heck am hoping it tastes as good as it smells.

[Considering the work he put into it.]

[scourgingstars]

My, you've quite a skill with cooking. [he heard the sounds of people having fun and decided to be annoying] A valuable one to have, in a place such as this.

[yallstupid]

Hm? [Guzma looks up, the knife he was sharpening making a dull scraping sound against the rock. Ah, it's this guy again; he shrugs and looks to the food cooking, pocking his knife to check the contents. It's only been a few minutes, and it'll take a while longer than that, but may as well make sure the leaves aren't burning so the flavors can mingle together.]

Nah, not really - just had stuff I needed to use up. Smells good, so I'm sure to heck hoping it comes out alright. [It took a pretty damn long time to prepare, so he's really hoping so.] S'gonna need some salt'n pepper for sure, but I ain't got them goodies, but what you gonna do?

[Hopefully the onion gives it a bit of that crisp, salty-sweet taste to flavor.] Y'all is welcome to stick around to try it when it's done.

[What he means is: he needs a guinea pig.]

[catpiper]

[It doesn't matter, for one second, that this raccoon child has a constant source of food coming from two elves or that her bag is currently overloaded with candy. Food can become scarce quick and even she has enough foresight to try and find out where potential sources might be. It could help the people she's staying with. It could help Seto one day.

So while she initially came to the islets for a fun afternoon of house defacement, the smell catches her attention instead and she wanders over to the source, just kind of watching him like a spooky ghost girl. Where did he find food like that?]

[yallstupid]

[There is certainly the inkling feeling of being watched, and Guzma scowls at first before he turns around and stops, his face changing into a quiet shock. Oh, it's that kid from a while back, uh...did he ever get her name? Probably, but his memory's never been too great - names tend to escape him if he doesn't actively commit them to memory. At the very least, he does remember this kid is pretty timid, so he waves her over gently.]

Yo, sweetheart, you hungry? There's more'n enough for me and the br--uh...I-I mean, Luna. Me'n Luna. [Probably not a good idea to call the younger pokemon trainer 'brat' in front of another kid.] C'mere, it actually turned out pretty good. Just careful of the bones, yeah?

[Even if she doesn't right away, he sets down a palm leaf on the ground and sets one of the baked fishies and a hearty helping of those cooked veggies beside it. She'll have to eat with her hands, since he doesn't have spare utensils, but he could really care less about tablemanners (since he barely has any himself).]

[chummer]

[ He's been sated by tiger shark himself, but can't deny the smell of something cooking is always a lure. In this case, it's only because it's coming from an islet and he didn't think anyone would build a fire so close to their shelter. (The concept of a 'stove' is not one he's familiar with just yet.) ]

You ruined it, [ says Finley to the meal. Perhaps a shot to the other man's pride but the shark can't help the face he pulls at looking at the meal. ]

Why do you landers keep making everything worse by cooking it with plants.

[yallstupid]

[Guzma was just about to dig in, the meal finally having cooled off just enough to eat, but he looks up right as he was putting a bite into his mouth from the point of his knife. Raising a brow, he pops the morsel into his mouth and talks between bites - because what are table-manners.]

S'not for you anyway, homie, so why the heck do y'all even care? [He swallows, spearing a roasted potato, blowing on it to cool, then shoving that into his mouth as well.] Tastes fine t'me, and that's all that I care 'bout.

[Still needs a bit of salt and pepper, though...ah well. Maybe he'll ask the rabbit for a set of spices another time.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Traveling across the shaky bridges that connect the islets is probably the last thing that Ignis should be doing considering his lack of vision, but very few things can stop a determined and curious man when he sets his mind to something. The moment the smell of woodsmoke and cooking food hit his nose, Ignis became that very curious and determined man. He and the guys have talked about putting together some kind of fire pit for him to cook in, but it seems someone is several steps ahead of them in that regard.

It takes him a while to make it to the source of the smell moving blindly over unfamiliar ground, but it'll be worth it if he gets the chance to talk with another cook and maybe even try some food that he hasn't had to make himself.]

Working hard to create a good meal makes it taste better, or so I have been told by my charge more than once when he is trying to wiggle his way out of helping me.

[An amused smile crosses Ignis' face.]

Greetings. I hope I'm not intruding. I just caught a whiff of your cooking and figured it was a good time to say hello.

[yallstupid]

[Guzma was actually just about to check his handiwork again, tugging out the bundle from the fire with his stick and using his other arm (wrapped up with his hoodie to keep from burning himself), before he hears a voice calling out to him. He turns quickly to see who it is, then peels back a part of the leafy covering to check the contents. Hm, maybe another few minutes, then it should be perfect, though that smell makes his stomach growl.

Back into the stove it goes, and Guzma whistles and wipes his forehead with an arm. Whoo, that's hot...]

Heh, sounds like y'all do a lotta work yourself. [Guzma shrugs, not having clued in just yet that this man couldn't actually see (he has sunglasses too, actually, but more for aesthetic).] 'Fraid I can't trust the lil tot t'do anything here to held me, other'n gather a few logs for the fire and some palm leaves.

[AND SHE COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT.] Yo, that makes it sound like you want a bite... Tch, shoulda figured as much, now that I got a stove, I'm gonna be Mr. Popular, yeah? But I do need someone unbiased to test it out; take a seat, bro, still gonna be a little longer.

[He waves the man over - again, not knowing he can't see - and indicates a spot her could sit where it's not as grassy or dirty. He'll put up a few logs or so another time.]

Luna || OTA

[holdmyhand]

[ With a fire properly kindled, the young girl steps outside and digs her toes into the warm sand as she walks toward an unoffending palm tree, rubbing her hands together. He needs more palm leaves, right? Probably. The fire is fine. Luna's thoughts are dedicated to remembering how Kid faced a tree, tall like this one, and climbed it to the very top.

No sweat. Piece of cake. Probably. With a dedicated step she approaches the base of the tree, which sways softly with the sea breeze. Her brows furrow. Her lips curl into a tight line!! IT'S NOW OR NEVER, TREE, IT'S NOW OR NEVER




SHE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND THE TREE TO CLIMB IT AND JUST...sort of hugs it, instead. It's really tall. How did they get these palm leaves, anyway? She stares at them from the ground with a worried expression. It's so tall, and she's not a big fan of heights...

So she just stands at the base of the tree and hugs it. :C ]

[caduceusoncall]

[Sniff. Sniff sniff. What on Earth is that heavenly smell? Mercy has been following the scent across the perilous bridges, drawing nearer to islet 2 in her quest to sate the growing hunger in her gut. Coconuts, berries, and raw root vegetables has been all fine and well, but this was something different and substantial. She stops, however, when she sees Luna hugging a tree. It's not entirely clear what she's trying to accomplish - perhaps she just really likes nature? Mercy offers a polite small as she approaches.]

Excuse me, do you need some help?

[holdmyhand]

[ Luna squeaks and quickly turns to look toward the calm voice nearby!! ]

A-ah, uh...no, I'm okay! [ she lets go of the tree with a puzzled look on her face. ] I...wonder how he climbed this tree, though?

[ she bends over to pick up a torn up palm-leaf and show Mercy! ]

I was just trying to get some leaves out of this tree...Guzma's cooking, and he was using these like...plates. P-probably!

[souris_keteer]

[... Y'know Mickey has gotten pretty lonely - he has started talking to his plushes - but he has yet to get so lonely he started hugging a tree. He's assuming this is an emotional deal.]

... Luna? You all right?

[holdmyhand]

[ that friendly, chipper voice makes Luna pull away from the tree long enough to spot her mousy little friend! ]

Ah, Mickey! Alola! [ her hand touches the tree-- maybe just touching it will help give her the strength needed to climb it. Maybe Kid spent a long time preparing himself before he easily scaled the tree? Perhaps?

...probably not. But it's still worth a try! ] I'm okay...j-just not great at, uh, climbing trees. But I will be, soon!

Re: Luna || OTA

[thekingsglaive]

You alright up there?

[Nyx calls up from the ground, cupping his hands over his mouth. He's amused and just a little bit jealous, after all, he didn't get nearly as high when he tried climbing up a palm tree.]

[holdmyhand]

[ by this point, Luna has climbed into the tree and dear lord, even 8 feet in the air and she's a little tremble-y in the tree. She spares Nyx a look and then hides her eyes into the sleeve of her arm-- this was a horrible, terrible idea. ]

I-I....uh... [ "Why, yes, Nyx! i'm completely fine and nothing is wrong! Just getting in some pre-dinner exercise!"

"Why yes, Nyx! I had an objective and the palm leaves will be mind after I collect my breath! All is well!"

"Of course, Nyx! I love to be able to look around the islet from the top of a twenty foot palm tree!" ]

... 'm-m okay! I'm almost to the palm leaves!

[ can you hear her breathing in and out to focus herself? To not think about how far away Nyx's voice is? She peeks down and twists her head up toward the sky. Don't look down. Who knew? ]

[catpiper]

[Gurl, what are you doing??

This is a strange sight, even by Ren's standards, and she can't make heads or tails of how to take this. Is she trying to hide from something? That's the only conclusion she can make, since it looks like she's trying to climb a tree. Nothing nearby strikes her as dangerous though. What a mystery.]

Are you trying to hide?

[holdmyhand]

Oh, um...no! [ Luna lets go of the tree quickly though being caught makes her want to hide behind it and looks at Ren, then to the top of the tree! ]

Guzma's cooking, so...I just! Wanted to help him out! Y'know? Er, with...the leaves. He needs more, I think..

[ ENCOURAGING GOOD BEHAVIOR IS WHAT WE'RE ALL ABOUT IN ISLET 2 ]

[chummer]

[ For a moment, Finley considers not saying anything. But because he's him, he absolutely has to. And also because it's him, it's rude as heck. ]

This is some sad shit, [ the shark-man comments. ]

I have webbed hands and I can climb better than half you landers.

the drifter | ota

[hyperlit]

[They stopped by with the intent to deliver some furs to a few more of those who might be in need - not just Guzma, but for Guzma's pokemon, and for Luna's as well, not to mention Luna herself. The bottom line is that...they really ended up with far more tigershark pelts than was strictly necessary, for just the pair of them. Blame Maridian.]

[And so they aren't here to eat so much as they are to find Luna and Guzma, but anyone who needs a tigershark fur for the approaching storm will be welcome to ask for one. They do have plenty to spare.]

[yallstupid]

[It's hard to miss the little blue dude poking around their home, and as Guzma's waiting for his food to cook, sharpening his knife, he noticed the hint of blue in his periphery and stands up, pocketing both knife and stone alike.]

Hey there, homie, you come for a bite? Got more'n enough for me'n the ki-- [And then he takes stock of their, uh...wares, blinking and tilting his head. Call him crazy but--] ...That for me?

[He doesn't want to assume, but he'd actually been meaning to ask the Drifter to possible make another blanket for Luna indeed. Those clouds on the horizon look nasty, and if a true storm is brewing, he'd really love for the kid to have something to cover herself to stay warm and dry. Of course he'd give her his, but that stobborn mule would probably chirp at him that she's 'fine' while sopping wet and shivering.

Moron.]