TAAKO

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W0 || Saturday

[concasse]

[Clearly they got off to a great start in the kitchen last time, so it only makes sense that their second meeting be there, too--

Except this time Sanji has his head on the counter, an arm over his face, muttering darkly to himself:]

Shit, I wasn't quick enough... those sons of bitches really took them all...!

[chaoticlootral]

[This place is so tiny! Guess he'll just have to get used to seeing this guy. This guy who's name he never even asked? Wow.

Anyway, he, actually understands this pain deeply. Coming over to lean against the pantry, arms crossed.]

Yeesh, not even 24 hours, huh?

[concasse]

[Y'know what, in this moment?

Sanji will silently call a cease fire so he can bitch with someone who understands]

Can't wait to find one of us stabbed like a shitty pin cushion by tomorrow.

[Barely lifting his head from the counter]

-- or on Friday, since that's how my group did it.

[chaoticlootral]

Huh. Ours were Thursday.

[Taako would give him a there there pat, but he doesn't like to Touch people.]

Anyway, I've got my suspicions on the thieves.

[concasse]

[head snapping the fuck up]

WHO.

[chaoticlootral]

Well, if I tell you, and you get the knives back, will you share them or selfishly hoard like the rest of these donguses?

[concasse]

... Before or after I stab them for wasting my fuckin time?

[chaoticlootral]

[He laughs at that, actually.]

I don't give a shit what you do with them.

[concasse]

Perfect.

[Looking vaguely amused he's being given permission to be a terrible human being]

Alright, who do I gotta rough up then?

W0 - FRIDAY

[chaoticlootral]

[Hi, is Sanji in the kitchen. Wherever he is, if he's around, Taako will actually pipe up.]

Big surprise, right?

[concasse]

-- At least we're done with the shitty formalities.

[Oh, he's in the kitchen. With a rather large plate of food, though the look Sanji gives it is one of vague irritation]

We all knew this shit was coming.

[chaoticlootral]

You didn't happen to be in here last night, did you?

[Eyeballing the food. What's up with that, homie.]

[concasse]

Of course I was.

[As if he'd be anywhere else, this chefly disaster]

[chaoticlootral]

I'd be careful, ovens explode occasionally.

[stop oversharing your trauma, taako]

Anyway, you notice anything weird? You see, um, what's face. Tsuru? Think he was supposed to be heading for the mess hall last his friends saw him.

[concasse]

And stoves combust into flames -- trust me, I know.

[They gotta swap stories one day]

No, I didn't see the guy. I got locked in here and couldn't escape, so I just barricaded the door.

[A pause. His lips purse]

Wondering if some shitheads are using their powers, though.

[chaoticlootral]

Care to expand on that theory?

[concasse]

Where I came from, every title came with a power -- I'm assuming this place inherited that, same as it seems to have kept elements from the ship, the mansion... you get the idea.

[Folding his arms, and his gives a light wince before brushing it off]

Some people mentioned compulsions upon waking up. So I'm wondering if it's a power, or some other bullshit at play.

[chaoticlootral]

Oh, so the powers are your fault! Interesting. Seems like the powers that be got their fingers in a bunch of pies.

We, uh, feel hot. Anyone who was outside by the bonfire. Fever. It fuckin' sucks, and I hate it, but the people from the mansion are saying that was something they had happen.

[concasse]

... So you assholes feel hot, some kid can't stop crying, another guy feels compelled to play sports, I can't get full no matter how much I eat--

[They're all just having a great fuckin time, aren't they]

[chaoticlootral]

Oh-- that does explain a lot about sports.

[He was so confused.]

You sure it's not just the quality of your food . . . ?

[DONT BE MEAN]

W0 - SATURDAY

[chaoticlootral]

[Well, he can guess he'll have to share the kitchen with Sanji at some point tonight, so, going ahead and just talking to him. Might as well.]

Less hungry now?

[concasse]

[When the chefs gotta share space...

Though Sanji's a lot less bristle than usual, nursing some tea and staring at the ceiling before he rouses himself]

Aa. No appetite now.

[chaoticlootral]

Me either.

[Honestly, just moving to sit his ass on the counter instead of starting any cooking for now.]

You were going to go home? After your last, uh, game?

[concasse]

... Of course.

[Sanji has, quite stupidly, operated under the assumption that everyone got their happy ending, and he glances at Taako in bemusement]

We did what we had to and got our two jailors to behave, I guess you could say.

[...]

And you? You're going home, right?

[chaoticlootral]

[Shrugging a shoulder, making a non-committal noise. He'll openly joke about it, but being asked so blatantly . . . ]

At the end of this round? That's the, um, plan.