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Luceti Appointments Post

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This post is to be used specifically for one-on-one appointments and interactions with

concasse. o/ Probably because we're too busy/lazy to make a post or a separate log. [written], [voice/video], and [action] are all fair game - just mark the method of communication and the date in the subject line.

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[Yes, help. That would be nice. He could probably sit up by himself, but the extra set of hands speeds up the process. Sanji slumps forward with a little chuckle of his own, then rubs ruefully at his temple. Ugh, he sorta feels like shit that's been left out to bake out in the sun for days. He might look a little like it, too, though at least he's working on it.]

How long was I out? [A day or two, maybe? Hopefully?]

[Oh yes, haha, a day or two. 8|]

It's been just over a week. [Her voice is sharp, though her hands as she helps him back to sit on the edge of the bed aren't too rough. Now relief is out of the way--] They had to drag you out of the kitchen. What happened?

[He'll need a second to respond. His head promptly retreats back an inch to give her a long, wide-eyed stare.] Over a week?

[He draws a hand through his hair once he's settled back on the bed. For the record, he'd love to answer Nami's question, but it's a little difficult given he's not entirely sure what happened either. Eventually, his stare finds its way to his hands seated on his lap]

All I remember is wanting to cook. [A pause; he revises himself] Maah, well, it was more like-- there were so many ideas I needed to try and not enough time to do them all in. [Another pause] It was the only thing I could concentrate on.

But that's not the case now. [It's an affirmation, not a question; he's clearly more in his right mind now, if confused. Nami sighs, stooping down look him in the face with concern, hands on her knees.] Any time missing? You feel okay otherwise?

All the time's here. 'M just tired. [A grim smirk. It dies completely the longer he sits, chewing lightly on the inside of his cheek while he drums up the nerve for a slow-dawning question. When he speaks, there's an edge of defeat in his tone]

... How much food did I waste? [He remembers that if nothing else - the piles of food he left discarded on the counter. And while he thinks Selphie mentioned handing the dishes out to curious passerbys...

He wasn't in his right mind - that much is clear - but it still rubs at his nerves]

[That's the question, isn't it. She wasn't there for any of this...but she can hazard a guess based on common sense and Sanji's reputation.]

...I think it's not so much food you wasted and more certain ingredients and creations you served up to people that couldn't appreciate them properly. Your cooking is spectactular, Sanji-kun. I doubt there was much that didn't get eaten in the end.

[He smiles at her, a silent thanks for framing her answer in such a way, even if it can't completely erase some of the ache in his chest. Or the desire to sniff out the cause. Something had happened; he knows himself well enough to realize that. People don't randomly cook themselves to exhaustion when they're already frayed around the edges to begin with, and if he can just figure out the how and the why...

He'll focus on it for another day. Too aware of his own moping, Sanji lifts his head and steers the conversation elsewhere]

I didn't miss anything, did I? [Since he was knocked out an entire week; that part will not stop baffling him for a while]

[Yes, well. Nami's face shall now convey the depths of how unimpressed she is with this week.]

Well, if you were going to pass out for a week, I suppose now was as good a time as any. There's an experiment going on. Which you seem to be unaffected by, given you can remember who I am.

[He looks at her with confusion, then sudden understanding, shock, and finally, a flat stare.]

How bad was it?

It's still going. Luckily the crew seems unaffected. But everyone got given a card full of "helpful advice" from the Malnosso, including such things like "Oh, swimming is a really great idea, you should go do that!" To Perona.

[Sanji's reaction is two-fold. First there is disgusting balking because really, Malnosso, really? And then there is terrified balking at the mention of Nami's example.

Someone's suddenly remembered one of the customers who came to visit him during his frenzied meltdown, and oh god, he just buries his face into his hands]

She's gonna kill meeeee!

[...well okay yes, that was unexpected. 8|a]

I'm pretty sure she knows you had nothing to do with it. Or are we talking about something else now? [Highly suspecting the latter, somehow.]

[Nami couldn't understand. She's never been subjected to Perona's brand of punishment. ;; And even Sanji gets tired of wishing he were a piece of broccoli]

Perona-chan tried to get me out of the kitchen. But I... I told her to leave.

[Just in case Nami needed a verbal example of how off his rocker her chef was.]

[...off the rocker, not quite. Nami's more of the opinion that if Sanji was rude to Perona, good for him.]

Did she turn you into a slug on the spot? Because if she didn't, I think you'll be fine.

[Distinct lack of sympathy. As long as he wasn't violent. And the tone of his distress tells her he didn't break that particular code.]

[Gurl, that is not the proper reaction. There should be a river of tears and horrified hugging.]

No... though I'm pretty sure she would've tried if she could've. [His mouth turns a little] She did hit me with her shitty ghosts, but for some reason, they didn't work. I just got back up.

That's what I meant when I--

...wait.

They didn't work?

Not really. I'd go down for a few seconds, but then I'd always shake it off.

[And he's starting to remember small trickles of detail - the sensation of losing everything except for that mindless drive that brought him back to his feet. Looking back at it makes him feel distinctly unnerved]

...I'd really like to know what happened. Though... it seems to have passed now. [But still, she's worried. No kidnapping or loss of time that he can remember, and echoes of the AI come to mind. But that's long over with.]

Maybe you should avoid cooking for a couple days at least, just to make sure.

[Sanji's fortunate that her line of thought doesn't cross his mind at all, or otherwise he'd probably be quarantining himself to the mountains. Just in case]

Aah... I probably should. [Which he says in a tone that hints he'll be up and running the moment Nami's back is turned because that's how stubborn chefs roll after comas, buuuut then his stomach gives a growl.]

... Y'know, after I make myself something real quick.

[Aha. And this time at least she can cut him off at the pass.]

No need. I only just finished making lunch. There's more than enough for you.

[Well fine then, be all supportive and shit. B| Sanji'll just take it like a man.]

Really? What did you make?

[No, really, it's not everyday he gets to eat Nami's food. It's kinda like Christmas]

[Don't mind if I do B| Though she holds her hands up and waves off his question.]

Ahh-- nothing fancy! [She's not you. But now she feels a little embarrassed, even if she knows she does a good job of the simpler stuff.] Just some seasoned chicken wraps. Are you up to one of those?

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