Week 0 | Sunday Post Execution

[Wow... Sundays promise to be fun and exciting in all the ways Sanji does not want. They got a semi-happy ending with Sousei and Jae-Ha narrowly escaping death, but this chef doesn't believe in good luck staying the course. Not long term.

Not after seeing Sharpay getting skewered.

... But regardless of all that, he does make a point of tracking some people down. Especially the civilians. Gotta see how they're doing after a weekend of murder and executions. Wherever Rebecca might be, she'll eventually be accompanied by +1 chef whose a lot less cheerful than usual.]

Hey, Rebecca-chan... how you holding up?

Week 0 | Sunday Post Execution

[After that execution? Sanji needs a stiff drink and a cigarette. Yeah, he only has half a pack left at this rate, but if there was ever a time to flood his system with nicotine, it's now.

Though once he's settled and calmer, he's got a few rounds to make. His sense of principles lead him to the civilians first -- anyone he worries might've been spooked by that grim reminder of the stakes.

So wherever Veronica is at, he'll hopefully find, waving cheerfully but a lot more quiet than his usual, syrupy displays]

Oi, Veronica-chan, got a minute?

Week 0 | Sunday Post Execution

[So if Reyna at any point goes to the armory, even on a whim, she'll get to catch quite a sight.

It's the shit chef! Outside his kitchen! Also lacking his usual jacket. Except he's not cheerful or smiling like he normally would be, instead balanced on his hands and doing full push-ups, using his entire body as sufficient weight.

Turns out a touch of death got the point across -- he's training, eyes narrowed with effort. It's time to take this castle more seriously.]

Week 0 | Sunday Post Execution

[So this is the story of a chef on the search for the Fon Master.

That execution... well, it certainly got the point across, didn't it? First a murder, now a death, and never mind that justice was served -- point is that the castle isn't safe, it never was in the first place, and it's prevalent of how fucked they are if they don't start preparing for the worst.

Which is why Sanji's hitting up the usual suspects, and upon spying Ion from the back, blows out a sigh of relief during his approach.]

Oi, Ion, you got a sec?

Week 0 | Sunday, Post Execution

[He's spent most of his afternoon either training or running around checking on people, and it's towards the beginnings of twilight that he finally chooses to relax. No cigarettes, sadly -- he doesn't have enough to splurge -- but that's alright. He can take a walk throughout the castle, not unlike a soldier making his rounds.

At any point that he sees Sousei, however, he'll slow his steps enough to nod at him, much like their brief communication in the kitchen. Normally he'd leave it at that, too, except... well, congratulations should be in order, right?]

How's it feel escaping that shit?

[Sorry man, Sanji's just crude in speech. Pirates]