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[oda_hates_me]

[In light of everything's that's happened these past two days - three kidnappings and oh, let's not talk about the draft - for the first time in about six months, Sanji's casting aside his age and throwing the equivalent of a tantrum. A note on Seventh Heaven's door says it'll be closed for the day, and hey, if anyone gets in his face about it-- eh

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[mikangirl]

[Normally, she might check up on him. But if she's going off to apparent war in the next ...day? That close? ... she's going to do nobody any favours if she goes trekking off into the snow and ends up making her cold worse.

So instead, Nami leaves him to vent off his temper, because she thinks he might not like her brand of intervention today in any case. She'll be in her room when he finally returns for dinner-- climatact separated and laid aside on the bed next to her, and (of all things) poking at her bare feet with the blunt end of a pen.]

[oda_hates_me]

[He hits the kitchen before doing anything else, even being careful to downplay his arrival. To be honest, he's still not in a real mood to cook, but a duty is a duty, and there's a crew to feed.

Though he purposely picks a recipe that will take time to cook thoroughly, giving him an excuse to knock on Nami's door not thirty minutes later.]

May I come in, Nami-san?

[mikangirl]

[And there he is. She glances up.] Come on in, Sanji-kun.

[oda_hates_me]

[He swings open the door, and heh. First thing he sees is the climatact. You could almost call the fleeting grin on his face proud - it's certainly approving]

You ready? [He takes a spot by the wall, his hands loosely shoved into his pockets]

[mikangirl]

Pretty much. Chopper's going to pack me a medical kit-- Nala won't work there. [That, and Chopper's insistent on drowning her in flu meds, apparently. So says the mun] Everything else seems in working order. I guess that's as ready as they'll let us get.

[She tosses the pen aside and starts putting her shoes back on.] What about you?

[oda_hates_me]

Mmm. I might as well try and make a few meals for Robin-chan and the rest of the shitheads. [Since two of the most able-bodied cooks will be leaving, and Sanji's not gonna load Robin with that job] And hopefully Tifa-chan, Lazlo, and Isamu will look after the restaurant while we're out.

[But those are mundane tasks to see through, having nothing to do with their situation. His head tilts back, thoughtful]

Ginko and Miyabi are getting dragged along, too. [Which Nami knows, of course. But those names he brings up in particular for reasons he's sure she can guess]

[mikangirl]

Don't waste your energy on the meals, Sanji-kun. [She doesn't say this out of any mean-spiritedness-- if he's up the rest of the evening cooking he doesn't have time to unwind.] If the restaurant is going to be looked after in the meantime, the crew can just go there.

[...Miya can look after herself. Ginko, on the other hand...]

Does he still have his death penalty?

[oda_hates_me]

[He nods, slowly. She's right of course, and isn't about to argue anyway.]

Yeah. And we can't use filial magic in there. [He's lost his one advantage]

Idiot'll stay out of the way, for all the good that might do him. [It lacks any and all pessimism - just stating the truth. What Ginko will try to do and what the situation will allow are two different things]

I need to keep an eye on him.

[mikangirl]

[...]

I don't know enough about these things. What are the chances he can just stay in the hotel rooms?

[oda_hates_me]

Dunno. We'll probably find out when we get there. [Pause, then with something close to frank distaste] Or just ask Catherine.

[mikangirl]

[Something close to? Nami outright snorts.] It's not worth asking him anything. He's not malicious, but he's certainly useless.

[...]

I'll help you where I can. [Which should be most of the time, but. Straw Hats do tend to get separated in the middle of this sort of thing 8|a]

[oda_hates_me]

Tch, I noticed. [From now on, Sanji's gonna stick to stalking and not interrogating that particular idiot.

And that earns a grin] Thank you, Nami-san.

... There might be a safe-area where the shitty Third Party can't reach, too. [His grin dims as he flips through the possibilities, shakes his head briefly] It'd be safer than escorting the Malnosso to Sector One.

[Which brings up his next point, and he sets his glance back to Nami] Have you thought what you'll do, Nami-san? [Because Sanji doesn't want to assume here]

[mikangirl]

There probably will be-- we can work it out when we get there.

[And her instinctive reaction is to say stick with the crew, of course, but again, not a hundred per cent certainty for that. And she might be able to offer something better elsewhere. So.]

...Albert's going. He's good at organising this kind of stuff. I might see if he could use my particular brand of skill anywhere-- and I'll have the waver, I think. Speed could be useful.

[But she's not a strategist. Not like Albert. Or Sanji, for that matter. So she gives a small shrug.] Beyond that, I'm not sure. I'll go where I'm useful or I'll stick with you and Zoro.

[And she'd damn well prefer to stick with you guys, that's for sure.]

What about you?

[oda_hates_me]

[An appreciative hum] The waver? [There's a nod, to go with it. And really, it's not hard to figure where she'd be most useful - disabling equipment has always been in the jurisdiction of lightning. And she'd be fast]

He might stick you with the group that'll be disabling the machines, then. [Which he says with a hint of reluctance, because yeah, he'd like her to stick with them, too]

As for me... [The thought of the Malnosso always twists his stomach in a knot. But families. Women and children. He doesn't care who they are] I'd make a better escort than anything. [He can disable machines, but that's a job Sanji takes when no one else will. This? This is different. He can do what feels most natural]

And who knows what the shithead will do. [snort] I don't think he's got the finesse for machinery.

/kicks html in the TEETH

[threeswordsoul]

[Hi guess who lives next door and just came in to lean against the wall, looking irritated 8|]

You need 'finesse' to destroy it?

[Not that targeting the machines would be his first priority-front-line fighting against whoever comes after them for this guy, which in this case he guesses is the 'Third Party'-whatever-but he has less than no interest in going out of his way to help preserve Malnosso 'works'.]

/stomps on its head

[mikangirl]

[She's beginning to think that epithet summons you, Zoro.]

Don't need finesse to destroy it, maybe. [Her tone is lazy as she finishes tying her second shoelace.] To dismantle it, though... that's what they want.

[And she cocks her head, because the only reason Bil said not to destroy it would be because years of work would go down the drain. ...she's wondering whether outright destruction would be a good thing or not.

Either way. She's more than willing to fry them if that's what it takes.] We'll be there for three days, I doubt taking out the machinery will take more than one. So you'll see me back after that.