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:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make
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
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.
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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)]
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[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.]
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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.
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Wow, Guzma! That looks - and smells - absolutely amazing! Way to go!
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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.]
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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.]
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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?]
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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).]
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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.
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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Luna || OTA
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 ]
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Excuse me, do you need some help?
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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!
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... Luna? You all right?
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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!
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/slides in here
:^) .......
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MICKEY ;A; GUZMA STOP BEING MEAN TO THE MOUSE
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1/2 I'M MEAN TO EVERYONE >8C
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HOLY SHIT
why do we let guzma do anything
you only have yourselves to blame
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Re: Luna || OTA
[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.]
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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? ]
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(....WHAT JUST HAPPENED DREAMWIDTH QUESTION MARK)
D:!!! I don't know!
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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?
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though being caught makes her want to hide behind itand 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 ]
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This is some sad shit, [ the shark-man comments. ]
I have webbed hands and I can climb better than half you landers.
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the drifter | ota
[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.]
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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.]
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