What happens when Ryohei is left to his own devices. [OPEN TO VII]
Characters: Ryohei, tea/tea cake monsters, anyone of the VII crew
Content: Ryohei has decided to attempt making tea cakes and tea at the same time. The tea turns into sludge and the tea cakes rise a little too much.
Setting: The kitchen and however far the tea-related yeast monsters can get in the ship.
Time: Early afternoon, somewhere after the ( Read more... )
Content: Ryohei has decided to attempt making tea cakes and tea at the same time. The tea turns into sludge and the tea cakes rise a little too much.
Setting: The kitchen and however far the tea-related yeast monsters can get in the ship.
Time: Early afternoon, somewhere after the ( Read more... )
Or maybe that was just wistful thinking since he was SURE the Captain wasn't about to let them off the hook for this. Kiros glanced over at von Karma for a quick second before quickly looking away in fear he might invoke the others wrath some way! A faint sigh escaped his lips as he gently rubbed his aching temples a bit. "Oh...what a weird day..." He mumbled faintly when he spotted the overflowing sink nearby.
"Eh?! Now we are going to drown!?" Kiros said frantically as he stepped into the slippy goop to try and get to the sink. "No more of this! Enough!" And with that, the mechanic slipped into the dough once more with a slight splat!
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And then something hit him, making him stumble right towards the mass of goo.
"HEY!"
He grabbed whatever it was in an attempt to steady himself from falling and practically yelped as they both landed in the sticky goo. The fact he was now covered in the mess was unappealing, but that was nothing when Rolo finally looked down at the thing that knocked him over.
"Ah, I'm sor-" He tried to apologize, but then he saw that it was Sync.
"..."
Rolo wasted no time in grabbing Sync's head and slamming it down in the floorboards. Hah, this was his chance! While trying to keep Sync down by attempting to smother him with goo, Rolo used his other hand to start to search through Sync's pockets, seeking his precious locket.
"Where is it?!" His fingers weren't finding anything. Damnit, didn't he bring it with him?!
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He hardly paid Sync and Rolo any attention, once he was sure Arietta and the captain were still fine, but instead took note of Kiros. "Ah, Mr. Kiros--" and then he fell into the dough. Frowning, he wondered why no one listened to him when he said stay away from it. Only him and Ffamran were supposed to be in it!
Ah, that was right. Remembering the freezer again, he trudged through the dough with a little more ease than he had before. He still hadn't realized there was anything different about the dough, and his determination to stop the mess he made was much greater than before. Arietta was worried, and he couldn't let her stay like that! So once he got to the freezer he sized it up, frowning even more, and drew his fist back.
With a mighty, wordless, and rather battle-cry like sound, he slammed his fist into a point of the refrigeration unit. Though the gauze over his knuckles provided very little cushioning against the metal, he ignored the blood and pain, prying off the very dented door.
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He grabbed on to the door handle and started to pull again, aware of the fact that he wasn't strong enough by himself, but - dear god - Ryohei had actually made a large dent in the door.
"Just - help me with this door, not with your fists, we need to get this ice out onto the dough, preferably before we drown the entire ship."
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And then she saw the ooze. It smelled tasty, but whatever it was, it was growing. And apparently it was once again all hands on deck. Except her. Great. She'd be demoted in no time for this.
"What in the names of the Lords of the Seven Hells is going on here?" Franziska began to remove the whip from her belt. She wasn't quite sure how you could effectively whip a gelatanous mass, but she really couldn't think of any better method of problem solving at the moment. Perhaps it could be used to motiviate the others, at least.
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Of course that didn't last long when Rolo's grabbed hold of his head before shoving his face right back into the dough. The teen flailed uselessly in the goo, using both hands to grab at his captor's wrist before he used all his strength to push back against Rolo until he broke through the suffocating mess.
"Now's not the time, darling!" Sync hissed at him, knowing too well that they were screwed beyond all explanation if any of their superior officers found them like this. It didn't help that the Admiral was only a few feet away and now his daughter had made her way over to the ruckus as well!
Sync was half tempted with elbowing Rolo in the stomach, but instead he focused on slapping away the hand that was currently shoved in his pocket.
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Rolo was half tempted to punch Sync right in the face, but a familiar voice cutting through the fray made him rethink. Was that... huh, so not only was the Admiral here, but so was his daughter. That was cutting it a little too close, as the disaster of the goo might not have been enough to divert both of their attention.
... On the other hand, she was yelling at the mass of goo...
"..." Rolo tried to look on the floor, but it was hopeless. There was no way they were going to see the floor for awhile, which meant... if Sync did drop his locket... His fist curled up and he grabbed Sync's arm, yanking the both of them up.
"We're not done here," He hissed, keeping a tight grip. Like hell he was letting Sync get away! As soon as the admiral and his daughter was gone, he was going to kill Sync and throw his corpse in the mass of dough. It'd be an accident.
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If there was anything Ryohei knew, it was his fists and how to use them. With that said, he judged the dent of the door again, and aimed at a different spot. He ended up using his other fist for this, as to not get double the damage of his already bloody knuckles of the other hand. Broken knuckles were not something he was interested in, and besides, the strength of that arm was almost used up. So with a second dent made near the hinges, and another fist injured, he nodded.
"This should do it! Yosh, now... pull!" And he did just as he himself ordered, starting to pull at it where it was weak at the dents.
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So Toshirou exited his quarters after a long moment of pondering, lighted cigarette in between his lips as usual (Hijikata was guessing he'd need loads of smokes for what was happening) as he stalked down the hallways and towards the kitchen, the commotion getting louder and louder as he neared the scene where everything was happening. Once he was there, however... the boatswain quite nearly chocked on his cigarette at what he saw (besides the huge crowd already there).
"What the fuck?!" the dark-haired man spluttered out, eyes wide with surprise and shock at the huge... mass of goo... thing coming from the kitchen. It wasn't the thing that caused this sort of reaction however wasn't that thing, but rather one question in his kind.
How the fuck was he going to get his mayonnaise now?
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He scanned the freezer and saw trays of ice cubes and several racks of frozen meat, rations for the ship. He started with the ice, throwing trays full out of the freezer not caring if a few of them scattered on the assembled crowd. They needed to get the temperature of the yeast down and into a dormant state as quickly as possible. The water had slowed the tide but ice would have to deal the final blow.
He looked out over the wreckage: dough, a few feet thick in the kitchen, covered in a sheet of cold water and -- dozens, perhaps hundreds of floating ice cubes.
He was now, literally, dripping in dough, and rapidly cooling dough at that. He shivered. That should be enough to keep it at bay. He hoped.
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*CRACK!*
"You two, there will be enough time for flirting later! Get that mess contained, on the double!"
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And just like that Sync froze in place, slightly more horrified with what was said than with who said it. He quickly looked over his shoulder at his superior officer, replacing his horrified expression with a somewhat serious one, all the while trying to tear his arm away from Rolo's death grip.
"My apologies, sir, but we were doing no such thing! He was... helping me up!" Never mind the fact that he was the one that 'accidentally' pushed Rolo down, but he'd be damned if he was going to be accused of being queer with the one person he hated more on this ship than Agon! Sync whipped his head back around and threw a glare at his captor, tugging sharply on his arm as he dragged the latter deeper into the soaking dough. Orders were orders, after all.
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"WHAT?!" Rolo practically flung himself away from Sync the moment Franziska accused them of ... what, flirting?! Did it look like that?! Even though Sync tried to explain for the both of them, Rolo looked too momentarily horrified to even agree, instead finding himself getting dragged away to go and do Franziska's bidding.
... Flirting?!
"R-Right on it, sir!" Damnit, now he was stuck cleaning this up! Well, to tell the truth, he was going to anyway... to see if his locket had indeed fallen into this mess. But now he really had to, under the supervision of von Karma's daughter, who was almost as crazy as he was, and with Sync, of all people. At least the dough seemed to have stopped for now, thanks to the idiots in the kitchen, but...
"... Where do we even start?"
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Out of reflex, Ryohei jumped somewhat at the sound of Franziska's whip outside. Turning and glancing that way for a moment, he returned his attention back to the freezer and assisted in getting what ice they could out. He even hit the side of his fist against the inner walls slightly to get the frozen moisture off. While tossing that out, too, he took notice of white goop leaking out of the fridge.
"..?" staring at it curiously for a moment, he shrugged it off, moving around Ffamran and heading to the sink. He was trudging, quite literally, through slop-like dough the closer he was to the source of water. Though he could feel the temperature and seemed very displeased with it and liquidy goop getting into his boots, he ignored it and turned the water off.
"Yosh!" he shouted again, and made his way back to Ffamran. "Let's go out and see the captain! It'll be extremely difficult to clean up, but I'm sure he'll have orders!" Once he was done speaking, he grabbed hold of the navigator's arm, pulling him along behind him without a concern in the world. Well, except if Arietta was okay, and he seemed rather focused on where he was placing his footing.
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And again, Toshirou froze at the sight of the wrecked refrigerator. Oh shit no no no... It couldn't be now, could it? Especially with all that white creamy stuff leaking out the side of the machine... fuck, please no. Hijikata quickly dashed tthe broken fridge in a few quick strides, dough goop stuck in his boots but the man didn't care. All that mattered was what was inside the fridge...
Once he'd reached the fridge, the boatswain pulled open the badly damaged door of the machine and looked in utter horror at the sight of all his precious mayonnaise... all spilled. The bottles were all broken and wrecked, so the creamy white stuff that he loved so much now all utterly over the place.
All his mayonnaise... gone. Totally gone. He could put up with anything else, but not... not this.
That was the final straw.
If it was possible, Hijikata's eyes were glowing and a seemingly dark aura of doom was around him as one very pissed off boatswain turned to glare at Ryohei. "You..." he snarled out, voice dangerously low. "You destroyed my mayonnaise..."
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Adrian looked wildly about at the new victims of the teacakes and groaned inwardly at the sight of Captain von Karma's daughter and the others who had found their way here due to the amount of noise they had heard. Although the dough-monster seemed to have been defeated, the mess was incredible. She surveyed the damage and muttered softly under her breath, in hopes that no one would hear.
"The kitchen...the precious kitchen, I-I had even cleaned it prior to leaving and...oh Ryohei."
She stepped forward and despaired at the ruined fridge, the dirty dough-freezing-dough covered floors and stood there with an eye on Hijikita who appeared to be seconds away from committing manslaughter. She wondered briefly if this was alright, considering the mess Ryohei had caused and this way the kitchen would never have to face such cruel fate--but thought quickly against it. He was a good boy, she was sure, he was just..
..clumsy, that's all.
Adrian moved in front of him, covering his vision with an apologetic expression on her face.
"I...I'll stock up more on mayonnaise, Mr. Hijikita. Ryohei..I think Ryohei will have enough trouble to face with the Captain..so any further punishments would be unnecessary."
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