[OPEN] Topped Chef

[gazeintothesun]

He cuts quite a figure as he strides into the kitchen, impeccable in the white clothes of an executive chef. Sousuke Aizen, head judge of a competition as fiendishly difficult as it is prestigious, steeples his hands over his chest and gives the assembled contents a smile that would almost be benign were it not for its sharpness"It's often said

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COME CHOOSE YOUR DISHES

[trailoflies]

[It's almost a little unfair the way the audience is reeling and murmuring excitedly from Aizen's address when Gin is supposed to be the host here, but he gets the fun job...blinding and binding the hands of the contestants. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen. Gin is beaming like it's Christmas come early, and he's armed with blindfolds and rope.]

[adiosasshole]

[Shinjiro stomps over, coat and hat gone for a hair tie and chef's whites.

Do your worst]

[trailoflies]

[Oh, he will. He will.]

Shinji-kun~♥ Ready for the next challenge?

[HE COULD NOT POSSIBLY BE LEERING ANY WIDER]

Hands behind your back, please.

[adiosasshole]

[Unlike when they were on the same ship, there's a energy of confidence and ego around Shinjiro. Cooking is what he knows, and he has no fear of being beaten here.

So he laces his hands behind his back without hesitation.]

More then ready.

[trailoflies]

Ohh, confident are we? That's what the cameras like to see.

[He binds up Shinji's wrists, possibly a little too tightly considering it's just supposed to be for showmanship. Next goes the blindfold, knotted at the back of Shinji's skull...and finally a cheerful smack on the rear to encourage him to get moving towards the ingredients.]

Go get 'em!

[adiosasshole]

[He half turns and snarls at the ass swat, but it's short and half-spirited. Instead he takes a step forward... and pauses. His nostrls flare like a scenting hound as he seeks out the position of the food with a skill from years of practice. The chocolate and the fruit is strongest and best for 'seducing', but maybe too obvious. Hmmm....]

[trailoflies]

[Gin is looming right at Shinji's shoulder, as though trying to smell what he's smelling.]

What do you think? There's some real nice choices here~ Of course, you have to figure out what they are, first.

[And maybe it's because he knows Shinji has that little advantage of experience that Gin is not-so-subtly getting in his way, leaning on Shinji and generally making his job harder.]

[adiosasshole]

[The leaning is annoying, but it's Gin's damnably familiar scent that is messing him up. It sets off little flares of memory in his brain and masks what he's searching for.

So he squirms, trying to get Gin -off- of him-

-only to blindly trip over his own feet and crash into the table]

Ack! Shit!!

[trailoflies]

[OOPS. Well. That kind of wasn't meant to happen, but the result really is very spectacular. There's a downright magical moment where the contents of the bowl sloshes dangerously to tip over the far edge of the table...

...and then promptly see-saws back in the other direction, right on top of Shinji. From the looks of things, that's the brandy that Shinji has just made a friendly acquaintance with.

A shocked, theatrical gasp.] Why Shinji-kun. I never knew you had such an alcohol problem.

[adiosasshole]

[A now he reeks of booze (even if it's just cooking brandy) and his ingredient is chosen for him. But... with his hands tied he really can't get up.]

Damn it Ichimaru! Stop talking and help me!

[trailoflies]

Hmmmmm.

[He kneels down, ponders the situation, and then leans forward just enough to lick Shinji's cheek. His face lights up.]

Ahh, that's really good stuff. Unfortunately, you know, I don't think we have any more. You're just going to have to use what you're wearing there...unless you can scrape it up off the floor.

[AHAHAHA OH HE MIGHT BE FEELING A BIT SORE ABOUT AIZEN STEALING HIS SPOTLIGHT. NOW EVERYONE SUFFERS.]

[adiosasshole]

[Oh ew licking why.]

Then. Give me. A new ingredient. [Oh damn it he's not gonna lose this because Gin is a dick.]

[trailoflies]

Ohhh? Well. I suppose that can be done.

[He grabs Shinji by the scruff and hauls him up. The floor's a little slippery with the brandy but at least Shinji is standing again, if still blindfolded and bound and now posing a distinct fire hazard in being covered in brandy.]

But there'll be a penalty for it later~♥

[adiosasshole]

[He could cook just fine without a 'special ingredient', but it'd be breaking the rules... and he'd lose for sure.

But he knows what kind of 'penalty' Gin will want. Goddammit]

Grrr, fine

[trailoflies]

[If your guess involves Gin's trailer and being on your knees, then you are surely correct! Or possibly he'll think of something suitably humiliating during the cooking.]

Go on then~♥ Make your choice. But try not to break the table this time.

COOKING! TO PROTECT!!!

[aswordtoprotect]

[Very good-naturedly walking over to have himself blindfolded and his hands bound, but his gaze is somewhat wary as he steps towards Gin.]

This unworthy one too, if you would not mind.

[And turns, utterly calm, to offer the hands already crossed behind his back.]