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[It's sunny. And hot. And perhaps not the best weather to take a nap in while you're unabashedly unconscious.

... Which is too bad, seeing as Sanji's passed out under a tree located at the village's edge - clothes dirty and ruffled, no doubt collecting more dirt as he rolls in his uncomfortable slumber, the crook of his arm covering his eyes.

Go on. Wake him up. Be a good Samaritan.

And hell, even if you don't, Sanji will eventually stumble upon you -- or into you, if that's your thing. Later in the day he'll be all over the village insisting he's fine, no he's not drunk so stop trying to escort him back to bed. B| He can walk it off.]

[ooc: MALLYNAP EFFECT. Touch him and your character will share a memory with Sanji. It can be a memory of his or a memory of your character's; just specify in the subject line what you prefer. |D Any memory is free game, and the scope of it is at our discretion, but keep in mind both characters will view it until the memory ends or they escape the "boundary". (Just imagine the memory as a bubble and if a character walks far enough for whatever reason, they pop it.) Also note they're still in Luceti - no teleporting anywhere. Just assume the characters are mostly slack-jawed and staring at a tree for the duration.

I also endorse all time-breaking. Tis but a flimsy wall in our way.]

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[That. Is a very asleep Sanji. Normally, she wouldn't bother anything napping, but given that he looks a little ruffled, she figures it's probably a good idea to make sure he's okay. So this is a pony approaching carefully.]

Sanji? Are ya okay?

[He is in fact okay! However, as her words don't reach him, Sanji makes no move in his sleep. He's still and silent and very clearly not awake yet]

[Okay, that didn't work. Applejack pauses for a moment, hesitant to wake anyone so deeply asleep, but decides it's definitely for the best. After all, what if he just got back from being taken by the Malnosso? She'd better return the favor after others woke her up after the same.

And so, she nudges his shoulder, gently, cautiously, with one hoof.]

C'mon, sugarcube, ya don't wanna sleep out here all day.

[Her nudge elicits a reaction, though probably not the one she was going for. Sanji barely moves, but their surroundings switch with the quickness of a gunshot, out of the forest and into a kitchen.

It's not a kitchen they'd find in Luceti - very large, robust and on the waning side of modern. The two inhabitants of the kitchen are not anyone they'd find in Luceti, either. One is a small boy, blond, with his hair sweeping over the left eye. The other is a tall, imposing figure with a peg leg, grumpily making his way into the memory while the child diligently shaves the skin off the apple in his hand. And perhaps he's too engrossed in his duties, for a second later--

"O-ow! Ow!" The boy recoils from the knife as though it bit him, hastily inspecting the swelling drop of blood on his thumb. It's around this moment that the chef finally rouses himself, blinking sleep out of his eyes]

Oi... what...?

[Applejack is torn between confusion over the sudden shift and concern over the cut. Because whatever just happened, the little hue-man foal looks a lot like Sanji and he's hurt but how did they get here and... does any of this even matter? She suddenly realizes that she already jumped forward to help the little one when Sanji speaks up. She glances at him, decides she'll reassure the little one first, and perks up her ears in a show of sisterly confidence.]

Careful now, sugarcube! Hold still just a second, okay?

[And glancing over her shoulder at Sanji again, she tries not to look too addled.]

Sanji? Are ya okay? Ah dunno what just happened, but... well, Ah think we're alright.

[For all intents and purposes, it appears the smaller of the blonds hasn't heard her at all - he's still busy inspecting his finger with a pout, while the peg-legged man looms over and catches a piece of the apple's skin. It's... sloppily done, when generously put; too much meat with the skin. This fact is quick to catch the attention of older man, whose already severe-looking face turns disgruntled the longer he gauges the boy's progress.

"Just what do you think you're doing, lil' eggplant!" Punishment is swift and sudden. The man collides his tall chef's hat with the boy's noggin, causing him to cry out from surprise rather than pain.

"Ooooooooooow!! Geezer, that hurt!!"

And while the scene unfolds, Sanji's momentarily forgotten Applejack's presence. He's too busy staring wide-eyed and befuddled, mouth slightly agape. Because he knows this scene intimately well. After all, he lived through it.]

This is... [The two predictably (at least to Sanji) start up a war of words, giving the chef ample time to glance around the kitchen] Oi, how did we get here?

[The lack of a response confuses her, but the confusion is completely forgotten in the face of the thwack to little Sanji's head. A furious "Wait just one cotton-pickin' minute--" bursts out of her and she starts to storm forward when the question from behind her makes her stop again and glance over her shoulder.

And the boy and the chef still don't seem to notice either one of them at all.

Good gala apples, what's even going on anymore.]

Ah... Ah dunno. [Glance back at the argument. Nothing seems to be changing. Glance back at Sanji again.] Where are we?

[There's something oddly endearing about watching Applejack get up in arms when his child self is smacked in the head. Admittedly, Zeff's lack of a tender approach would infuriate any well-meaning person.]

The Baratie. [He says this distantly, slowly, smoothing his hand against the wood floor, and sensation wars with expectation. No, this isn't the Baratie...] All this happened when I was a kid.

[He looks back up at the warring individuals. At last, Zeff seems satisfied with Sanji's beating and returns to his own station, while the child oh-so-helpfully sticks out his tongue before glaring down the apple in his hand. The chef - the real one - can't help but smirk for all his confusion]

[When he was a kid...? Applejack pauses, once more looking back and forth between the younger and normal Sanjis, before she tilts her head slightly.]

Hold yer horses... are you sayin' we went back in time or somethin'? Or is this somethin' those Malnosso fellers are doin'?

[She may not be the quickest on the uptake, but after she was turned into a hue-man, she's starting to chalk up any and all weirdness to "Malnosso mischief." But this is definitely something beyond anything she's been through so far; changing form is one thing, but actually pulling something through time? That's fancier magic than anything else she's ever seen.]

[Back in time is a possibility, though Sanji's inclined to shoot that theory down. Neither his child self nor Zeff can interact with them. But at least he can answer one of those questions]

Must be them. [He looks at his hand, oddly suspicious] Applejack, what happened before I woke up?

[Blink.] You were sleepin' out under a tree. Ah figured it'd be a good idea ta wake ya up, but ya wouldn't budge 'til Ah shook ya.

[One ear drooping to the side a bit, she casts a confused look around them.]

...An' now we're here.

[So she touched him and then... this.

Sanji's expression shifts, far from amused, but not at all surprised to hear Applejack's recollection.] Tch, so that's how it is. So when anyone touches me... what a damn bother.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Applejack.

[The scene is still ongoing behind them - and with Zeff's departure out of the way, the child finally stops his fussing and returns to those apples, eyebrows knit in concentration as he attempts to skin a brand new one. Eaaaaaasy does it. Nice and slow.]

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[Action] I am open for memories!

[Action] Sounds good! Sanji or Applejack?

[Action] Maybe Sanji? Unless sharing the Night Mare Moon thing would work. Either or!

[Action] No prob, I can do Sanji /o/

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