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[The next day (after this), at Seventh Heaven, Sanji will get a nice little plate delivered early-on to the kitchen when the moment's right, covered with see-through plastic wrap. And Kotetsu hopes you'll accept it, because he worked into the night making his very best. Even ran to the grocery in the dead of the night; bell peppers were important for the texture of it!

There was a nice lady in a kimono who caught him just in time and took the plate, promising that the chef'll get it. That she'll let him know 'that one guy' is sorry about ruining his mood yesterday. And that he definitely needs to let him know if he did an okay job, later, since it's all he really knows how to make.

Which is all good enough for him.]

Edited 2011-11-18 13:59 (UTC)

[You know, after awhile Senri really had gotten used to this whole "everything is free" thing. The result of that being ~~he's a total klepto~~ anything in the stores that he wants, and doesn't explicitly belong to someone else, he considers fair game. But being the kind of guy that he is, this mostly applies to things like nice smelling food that was conveniently left out.

Such is the case right now, after managing to find 7th Heaven for the first time. Because the idea that maybe, just maybe the lunch before him could possibly belong to somebody else doesn't even register in his brain. "It's free" means "it's okay to take". So he's going to make a rather unceremonious attempt to just... grab it.]

[Melanie needs something to do with all this free time she has. She's been considering getting a job for a while, and after being here almost six months? Yeah, a job sounds like a damn good idea. Spending the rest of her time here doing nothing would just get maddening. (Not that it wasn't already.)

So... here she is in the village, although it isn't long before she steps inside Seventh Heaven. Melanie worked at a restaurant back in Gotham, so she may as well go somewhere where her experience is at least relevant. ~~And also see if they're even hiring.~~]

... Hello?

[ How did she miss a draft?

How had she somehow picked the perfect time for a mission, that made her completely miss such an important thing...? It wasn't really the draft itself that got her, of course - but that her friends, people she loved, had gone, and she hadn't even known. It was upsetting, to realize the people she loved had been fighting and hurting and struggling and she'd just been totally oblivious to the whole thing.

The worst, of course, being Sanji. She heard quickly, and didn't wait. Just went over to his house, letting herself in, knowing (hoping) the other residents wouldn't mind, because ...

Dad.

So she moves towards his room, and gently raps her knuckles on the door. She peeks her head in a moment after, not waiting for confirmation. ]

[It's morning. Somewhere around eight or nine, give or take.

Noel is fast asleep. Which, at this time of day, would be normal...

...if it weren't in Sanji's bed. 8|]

[ It's roughly 2:45 AM when she portals her way into the Straw Hat house uninvited.

Were she in a better state of mind, she'd never, ever do something like this -- the only reason she does it with Luke is because she always portals straight into his room, and she knows he's okay with it. But she's never done it with Sanji before, never ever asked, and were she even thinking, this would feel like a gross violation of privacy, not just for him but for everyone who lives here.

But today, she doesn't care. Or maybe just isn't thinking about it.

She heard the post with Noel. Heard his voice with hers. And she knows -- the experiment, the one she thought she was so fortunate to escape -- she can only imagine what happened. How bad Sanji must be hurting.

And she can't bring herself to care like she should. Not only that, but she can't bring herself to feel bad about not caring. She's so devastated, so ruined, so numb from all the loss she's been experiencing that she's literally incapable. Of course she's worried, but it's in a distant way, detached, a phantom sensation that almost doesn't feel like it belongs to her.

That sensation is why she's here. She doesn't expect him to be awake. She's not sure if she even wants him to be, and when she pushes open his door as quietly as humanly possible and discovers the room is dark, she's relieved.

Still, for a long moment, she stands in the doorway, considering the faint outline of his sleeping form. Her dad. He must feel so awful right now. Whatever happened between him and Noel, she knows that even under normal circumstances he'd be furious with himself for failing to protect her, even against Malnosso droids. If they were together because of the experiment....

At the same time, she wishes she could cling to him and cry and feel his hand on her hair. Her heart constricts even at the mere thought of it. Oh darkness, no, no. Not now. She's distantly aware that this is a brief moment of lucidity in the haze and mire that has been her every waking moment since Riku said those horrible, fateful words, and if she loses it now she'll ruin everything.

She doesn't want to wake him. No, that won't do. Not when he's probably as upset as he is, not when she's this broken. There is a distant, reasonable thought in the back of her mind, too, that a fighter of his caliber might not respond favorably to being woken out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night.

So she's very careful when she makes her way over to the bed, and places her note in a bit of free space beside his body. Just as quickly, she moves silently back out of the room, shuts the door most of the way, and vanishes from the house. Her next immediate destination is Luke's room, where she'll let herself fall apart once more.

The note is just a simple folded-up piece of paper, and reads thusly:

Hi, dad.

I'm so sorry I couldn't talk to you in person. And I'm sorry I wasn't there when Noel was kidnapped. I don't know what you're going through right now, but - I love you, dad, and even if it's not right now, I hope everything will be okay eventually.

Sora went home. Roxas and I - nothing is okay right now. It's why I haven't tried to come see you. So much has happened in such a short amount of time that I - I'm sorry. I'm going to see Luke right after I leave you this note. I don't know how much it will help, since there's something wrong with him, too. But Roxas finally fell asleep, and neither one of us has slept much at all since Sora disappeared. I guess I just wanted to let him rest. And I didn't know where else to go . . .

I shouldn't make this note so depressing. I'll be okay. I just wanted to let you know where I am and what's going on. If you need time, Sanji - that's okay. I'll try and stop by the restaurant soon and say hi.

I'll see you soon, dad. Please take care of yourself, okay?

-Xion ]

Edited 2012-02-24 06:49 (UTC)

[Richard hadn't been surprised at all to receive that private message from Sanji after Naoki had showed up-- in fact, if anything he was relieved, because as much as he really wants to be alone right now, he also has enough sense to realize that's probably the worst thing he could do. Besides, there's no way he's turning down the offer of drinks at a time like this.

So he'll be showing up at Good Spirits just as he promised, looking... blank. Neither happy nor sad, because he isn't really sure how to feel right now. Maybe talking with Sanji will help him be able to sort that much out.]

[Heeey, bossman. So. My partner got taken by the droids. Aaand I tried my damndest to get him back; and that's probably why there's nothing but a passive face in wake of it as he limps into the back door today. He's at least lazily slapped on some bandaids--nice colorful blue and green ones--though he hasn't really thought further ahead here, in this kitchen, tie askew and shirt untucked. And then he leans against the edge of the sink, sucking in a slow, steady breath. Alright.

Okay.

Okay.

Going and punching the barrier didn't really do much, and the droids were too much for his few minutes. He grits his teeth and clenches the counter between his fingers, though his knuckles are too scraped to go white. He just needs a minute. Just a minute.]

[Mid-afternoon, Vivi breezes into Seventh Heaven, a covered plate in her hands. She waves off the server that heads over to meet her as she enters. This is not a usual trip to the restaurant for her.]

[She looks around, pleased to see that it's relatively empty at this time of day--she hadn't wanted to interrupt if Sanji were busy, so she'd purposely chosen a time that seemed likely to be quiet. Her quick scan of the place gave no glimpse of Sanji either, so she assumes he must be in the kitchen. She pauses for a moment, debating between sending a worker back to fetch him or just going herself. She ultimately settles on the latter; it'll be more fun if she can surprise him. Her mind made up, she begins to head toward the back.]

[Really, one day the Malnosso are going to drop her back into her room instead of ditching her in the middle of town after one of these things. It'd be nice. After waking up half soaked from being dumped on the very edge of the fountain, Nami yawns and grumps her way home.

It's only a five minute walk, and she slips in the front door just after 11pm. Well, if she's lucky Sanji will still be up and make her a hot drink. Right? 8D?]

[ooc: continuation from here]

[In that case, Ace...

Don't be surprised when Jixsan stands and a black vortex opens up in front of him]

[ooc: Continued from here!]

You just approached me one day. Nami and the crew must've mentioned me, because you weren't surprised when I told you my name. [Jixsan still remembers the very, very subdued surprise at meeting this blue-haired girl who had regarded him with friendliness, and not the curious aloofness he'd expected.]

[ooc: continued from here!]

What makes you think I'm the one having memory problems? [His tone is suddenly challenging, but Jixsan thinks it a fair question. An experiment is going around. No one on good authority can assume themselves unaffected.]

And it's just like I said. [he gestures broadly in front of him with a hand] I've never been apart of your crew. Neither has my Original. That Sanji came from a world called Radiant Garden.

[ooc: Continued from here!]

[Okay, her voodoo fingers actually have him laughing - a short, amused bark, but laughter all the same. That reaction was better than he could've hoped.

Very obviously, he doesn't look exactly repentant of her displeasure, and hums thoughtfully with his eyebrows seated high on his forehead] So Norma doesn't like coffee, eh? Alright, we'll count it out. But water's so boring; it's practically an insult to the dessert. [He drums his fingers on the table, glancing slyly at her despite his still impassive expression] And you're kinda young for alcohol, aren't ya?

Edited 2012-04-25 22:21 (UTC)

[And on this fine morning, Nami comes marching in to Seventh Heaven with a frown on her face, looking for her resident chef. It's okay, Sanji. You're not in trouble.

...though the scowl on her face might make you think otherwise. >>]

[It was the day after Guy confronted Luke about his sickness. The day after he figured out that Luke was dying. Granted... at this rate, it wasn't that hard to figure out; he's paler, thinner, constantly looks as if he hasn't gotten enough sleep. It was an ugly truth that Luke had to force himself to look at and acknowledge, and with it came a few heavy decisions.

One was to find Sanji and talk to him about some things, and so, that's what he's doing now. Luke makes his way to Seventh Heaven, the first place he thinks he might find the chef, and he peers about before he steps further inside.]

Sanji?

[Today was apparently just one of those days. Vivi was fidgety and nothing seemed to hold her interest. Playing outside held no appeal today, because while she was well used to the heat, the humidity that hung heavy in the air was something else entirely. It made her feel sticky and uncomfortable, and drained her energy to leave her feeling as limp as a wrung-out dishrag. Besides, she'd already explored much of the town and the nearby forest, and wasn't feeling particularly inspired to do any more of that today.]

[Inside wasn't much better, though. She'd tried to look at books, and to color and draw pictures, but her mind kept wandering and she couldn't concentrate. Maybe she was feeling homesick. She's already been here longer than she'd expected, and she misses Papa and Carue so much. And Pell, and Igaram, and a lot of other people, too. The Strawhats help. They're fun and interesting and do lots of neat stuff, but...beyond that, she feels a sort of kinship with them that she can't really explain. Almost like she'd known them for years instead of just a couple weeks. Even so...she's still a little girl a long way from home.]

[She sighs loudly, flopping onto her back on the couch and covering her eyes with an arm. She needs something to keep her mind off of being homesick. She wishes again that there were more kids her own age to play with here. Or anybody to play with, really.]

Edited 2012-07-07 01:10 (UTC)

[Sanji, there is a plain blue box tied with black string in Seventh Heaven, not in the kitchen (as it's your domain) but close by, placed in an area where you can't help but come across it. In it you will find ten keys and a master mold for more of the same keys.

There is also a note:]

Sanji:

I imagine you already know about the matter of the Marine's handcuffs from Miss Robin. She graciously let me in on the fun. To that end, here is ten keys to his seastone handcuffs and a master copy to forge more if you so choose. Please extend my thanks to the lady when you see her next.

Regards;

T. Law

[ Yeah, so. She doesn't even bother with the journals. She just heads into the restaurant around the late afternoon, making a beeline for the kitchen. ]

Dad?

[She's not there all the time. But in light of Chopper having gone and Nami having the next best medical knowledge-- not to mention the entire town going crazy in an experiment that strikes her as the most stupid one yet-- Nami is close by, dividing her time between making lunch for any crewmates that come for it, working on her maps, and ...well. Quietly poking her head around Sanji's door to see if he's moved in the last half hour.

Because she'd really like him to, some time soon. A week is a very long time to be unconscious-- after exploding in mad cooking sprees, no less-- and she's worried about further repercussions.

So hurry up, you silly chef. And stop making her stress.]

[Aaah, what a time, what a time. Perona's actually still feeling a bit woozy even now after the events of Halloween. She definitely ate her fill of tasty treats, and drank enough to get a good color to her face. The ghosts, while some were annoying and had to be dealt with properly, most of them Perona's actually missing already. They were fun fellow mischief makers and ghostly spirits. Kindred souls...alas, now they're gone.

She sighs as she wanders toward the clothing store, to shock up on some winter clothing for the coming colder months. Better do it now than worry about it when it actually starts snowing and stuff. Mm, she has to wonder if there'll be anything there that will suit her fancy, at least a nice coat or something. Something, maybe, with pompoms and fluff. Something warm, obviously. Oh, and mittens! And a scarf. ...And maybe some food after. Something not so filling, since she's sure she gained weight over the week...ugh. No more sweets til Christmas, she's making that a rule.]

[Life seems to have a way of knocking Richard flat every time he thinks he's finally found his footing. It's gotten to the point where he can't even be surprised by it anymore; this time, Naoki's return hadn't brought with it the same sense of disbelief that it had the first time around. Instead, what it had brought was a rising sense of hopelessness and despair - that he'll never be able to put this whole thing behind him, not when he keeps being reminded of it like this.

Not only that, but this time Naoki didn't remember. Or, perhaps more accurately, this wasn't his Naoki. This was a stranger who looked like the boy he had loved. That alone was a distressing enough fact for him, but coupled with the proximity of Valentine's Day...

He doesn't know what to do. Part of him wants to run away and never come back, but all of him agrees that he needs a drink right about now.

When he walks into Seventh Heaven, it's pretty clear that he isn't here to enjoy himself.]

[ A certain Poppet has a great deal on her mind and a heavy heart, and it's high time she seeks out her dad. It's still fairly early in the day - she couldn't sleep very well - so she'll drop by the house first before heading to Seventh Heaven, since she's not quite sure where precisely he'll be. ]

Edited 2013-02-05 19:33 (UTC)

[Well.

This mission happened.

He didn't really expect such a mundane job to turn into another thing he can file into 'worse days of his life', but it appears to be something drawn specifically to him; it's not new, for Kotetsu to arrive at work sporting a few new bruises and scrapes. Sanji's probably used to his mission wandering by now, Kotetsu figures. It's not like it's some big new thing.

... This time is a little different.

Bruised and battered as usual, there's something a little more fucked up with him than the other missions dealt out. It's why when he goes home, he can only stand to be there for five minutes before he gets up off his couch and wanders over to the Straw Hat house.

And then he proceeds to stand there for ten minutes in the dark, with his fist hovering at the door.

Maybe... He should just go...]

Edited (oops html) 2013-03-02 05:20 (UTC)

[Good morning, Sanji-kun. When you come downstairs to prepare breakfast, you will find it already made and the table set. It's a somewhat simple fare and the slightly scorched toast is cut into hearts but nevertheless it is there for you and so is Robin, sitting at the table and waiting for your arrival and sipping a cup of coffee]

[November 18th] ...... :^|

[Action, uh... that one time?] I'M SORRY THIS TAG IS SO VAGUE I CAN'T BRAIN SPECIFICS RIGHT NOW ;n;

WHOOPS I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO THIS WASN'T I also [January 5th, Action]

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