Good-bye to All the Milk [Open]

[mask_refills]

Characters: Chichiri and anyone on the Silvana [Open]
Content: Chichiri is restocking the kitchen with healthful food items, others question his decision to remove the milk.
Setting: Kitchen of the Silvana.
Time: Just after Chichiri's post regarding the milk.
Warnings: Angry characters, stubborn Chichiri.

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[taoring]

Somewhere in the doorway of the kitchen, a short boy stopped in place, anger slowly boiling deep inside. Ren hadn't replied to that one response about the spoiling of the milk on board the Silvana, but from what this idiot appeared to be doing, he must've been to one who posted. Had he really replaced all of the milk? With juice? Fucking vitamin-rich juice? He was just asking for a death wish. His head on a platter would do nicely. Or maybe on a stake.

"You. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He did not sound pleased in the slightest.

[mask_refills]

At the angry voice coming from the doorway, Chichiri immediately dropped down to the counter below the shelf and smiled nervously underneath his mask. He hadn't been on the ship long and he'd already made a couple of crew members very angry, not that he could really blame them. It wasn't a good feeling to be disliked, and Chichiri wasn't really used to it. Luckily, the mask didn't give off too much of his discomfort, but instead smiled at the newcomer.

"I'm stocking the kitchen with new, healthy foods no da!" It only made things worse that the person angry with him was a boy. He really didn't want to make enemies of any of the ship's younger inhabitants. "Were you the one who was complaining about the loss of ice cream and cheeseburgers?"

Chichiri just sat there on the counter in his smaller size, wondering if it was possible for someone to glare any harder.

[taoring]

Yes, it was.

The violet-haired shaman, in his state of permanent PMS, merely quirked an eyebrow, not amused at all. This guy was clearly an idiot. And what the hell was 'no da'? ".. No, I'm not. Only morons would complain about losing something like that." And so it was time to ask the question that he'd been dying to ask since he stepped out of his room.

"The milk. What have you done with it."

Ren directed an even more menacing glare in his direction.

[mask_refills]

"I'll tell you the truth, but I don't think you're gonna like it no da."

The glare was worse. Chichiri's smile slowly diminished. He poofed back to his regular height and grabbed a few of the stacks of celery sitting on the counter. What was wrong with eating fruits and veggies for few weeks, he would never understand.

All the milk was going to be dumped off the edge of the continent, but first for now it was just sitting in his hat. Of course, no one else could get into the space in Chichiri's hat besides Chichiri. "All the milk is there." He pointed in the general direction of where his hat was sitting on the counter; he left the direction and his meaning ambiguous.

[haineko_ju]

Wandering down the halls of the Silvana after finally unpacking her things, she peeked within the kitchen to try to snatch a treat or two for her to bring back to her room. As much as she disliked the ship's moody chef, she was honestly too starved to care if Shinji puts a mushroom or two within her meal. The bubbly blond had a hankering for noodles today, preferably something close to lo mein with shrimps and rich duck sauce with probably dumplings on the side.

Unfortunately for Rangiku, she wasn't going to find such a luxurious meal upon the Silvana anytime soon. Especially now since this odd-looking man seemed to be quite busy restocking the shelves of the kitchen rather healthy but peculiar cuisine. Rangiku watched Chichiri for only a few minutes before she coughed slightly to gain his attention.

"AHEM!" The blond welcomed Chichiri with a faint smirk. "So, are you a new cook or something?" Rangiku asked as she fully waltzed into the kitchen.

"I don't think I remember seeing you before..."

[mask_refills]

The voice ringing in the kitchen didn't exactly startle Chichiri, but he was interested enough and meeting the stranger behind the voice that he stopped what he was doing glanced quizzically at the woman. His mask quickly produced a smile for the woman, and the Chichiri under the mask was smiling as well.

He bounced happily away from his work to introduce himself to the woman. She seemed to be in a pleasant mood, and Chichiri could really only handle so much anger directed towards him before he had to take another extended leave from the Silvana. "No, not a new cook, I'm Chichiri no da! I'm one of the seaman aboard the ship. It's nice to meet you!" He put out his hand, unsure of how this woman would want to be greeted. She looked like someone who would want a bow and a kiss on the back of the hand, but a handshake could work just as well as far as he knew.

"I'm not cooking, I'm just putting some new ingredients on the shelves no da. It would probably be disastrous if I tried to cook."

[haineko_ju]

Laughing lightly once Chichiri offered is hand to her, Rangiku grasped it and gave him a strong handshake. She didn't mind his form of greeting, finding it to be a refreshing change from all the horrible flirts she has to deal with on the everyday bases. After having one too many perverts kiss your hand and comment on your 'blossoming beauty', you grow a tad sick of purple proses used and unwanted chivalry.

"Oh, you are a seaman." Rangiku commented idly as she let got Chichiri's hand as she glanced over at the items nearby.

"Let me guess, they make you do all the grunt work, right?" She asked with a little before another chuckle came from her when Chichiri mentioned his bad cooking.

"I guess you and me both cannot cook to save our lives!" But in her opinion, Rangiku views herself as a far better cook than that moody chef. She may not be able to roast a duck but at least she isn't heavy handed with the salt and sugar.

[mask_refills]

Chichiri laughed brightly with Rangiku, shaking her hand firmly back. "You have a strong grip." He would hazard a guess that she probably wielded a weapon of some kind, but he didn't want to be presumptive. It was his experience that many women became offended if he ever insinuated that they did any fighting.

"I guess you could call it grunt work, but I really don't mind it at all no da!" It was somewhat true. Chichiri loved to help, but getting menial, boring tasks did become a bother for someone who was able to do so much more.

Following Rangiku's eyes to the spread of food, Chichiri had a good guess what the woman had come to the kitchen in the first place for. "You're welcome to have anything you like." Then, an idea popped into his head as he eyed one of the tomatoes, and a grin slowly spread across his face. "Wanna see a trick no da?"

[dontkillmebro]

Getting rid of the milk was going to be a little annoying, but Sara didn't see what the big problem was. If it was really being tampered with, it should be thrown out. Still, as she walked into the kitchen and saw Chichiri putting away the new supplies, she made a slight face.

"What is that?"

[mask_refills]

Most people were greeted with a “Who are you?” but after a few years of the mask, Chichiri had become very used to being referred to as an “it” or “that.” He always took it with a knowing smile, understanding that most had probably not seen a tiny person in a smiling mask running around a large ship before.

“What is what? I’m Chichiri no da!” Chichiri sat on one of the counters, his hands in his lap as he watched the woman make her way into the kitchen. “I’m helping restock the food supplies. Did you need something to eat no da? Because I have some fresh carrots here that I was just planning on putting away.”

[dontkillmebro]

"..." She resisted the urge to facepalm. "At least it's healthy. I don't personally care what I eat."

[mask_refills]

It seemed that this person wasn't much of a talker. She obviously had something on her mind, but didn't feel the need to say it or, perhaps, resisted saying it. "What a relief no da! I've had enough people angry with me for getting rid of all the milk than I can take." She hadn't explicitly said she would like something to eat, but Chichiri bounced into “helper-mode” anyway.

He stuck his arm deep into his hat, and then pulled out a sack of carrots from the space therein. "I'll just peel a few of these quickly for you. It's one of the few things I can do in a kitchen no da. Anything else you'd like?"

[rainofheaven]

Raven had been wandering around the Silvana and wanting to see the food stock for himself, decided to drop by.

...Just in time to see Chichiri poof little and fly up.

"Wh..WHAAA!" Raven yelled in surprise as he jumped back, knocking into one of the shelves and sending some of the recently restocked food to floor.

[mask_refills]

The yelp and noise that followed it elicited a small squeak from Chichiri before it sent him into a flustered rush over to where the sound had come from. "Are you okay no da?" the smaller-sized Chichiri asked, leaning over Raven and assessing the damage. It was too bad that a few of the food items were now ruined, but Chichiri was more worried about the man's safety.

"You didn't fall on a knife or anything, did you?" Chichiri chose this time to poof back to his original size and hold out an arm to help Raven up. "I'm sorry if I startled you..."

[rainofheaven]

Raven accepted the arm and hoisted himself. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just hit the shelves."

He patted himself before looking back at Chichiri, still trying to comprehend what he just witnessed. "I knew you could do some things, but change sizes was not one of them! How'd ya do that?"

[mask_refills]

The interest this new person was showing in Chichiri's magic had the monk bubbling with pride. "It's one of those things I do! I'm a monk, and I possess a lot of mage powers that can be used to help me look cute no da!" As if to demonstrate this once again, Chichiri popped into his smaller size. He walked around in a few small circles before turning back to Raven and smiling even wider.

"My name is Chichiri no da!" Wanting to show of his cute side a bit more, Chichiri stayed small as he reached up with a tiny hand for Raven to shake. "I'm the one who's restocking the kitchen."