hadriel_logs | [open] all is lost again

Who: Those who helped build the ice cellar (Sanji, Law, Rey, Scott, Lup) + anyone who wants to check it out
What: High-fiving over a job well done
Where: As close to Sanji's kitchen as possible while still being located in the permafrost
When: Backdated to the day after the planet switch
Warnings: None

Also: Feel free to write your own prompts mingle-style.

It hasn't been easy, and they haven't exactly been the most cohesive team. But the moment that last nail is hammered into the last support beam, Sanji grins whiter and brighter than he has in days. Their underground permafrost ice cellar is complete. That means they'll be able to store his previsions as well as whatever their illustrious hunters catch from now on.

There is still a food shortage. Connor is right. He can't feed everybody in this town for long. It's just not feasible. But a food shortage is better than a complete lack. These people will never have to experience his months on that god forsaken rock for themselves. Not while he's around to prevent it.

He wants to shout to the heavens about their victory. Instead, he raises his hand for a high five. "You all get your favorite food for dinner tonight!"

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Scott's part wasn't super intensive at face value but repeatedly using his biotics to smash into ice could be pretty tiring. He spent the better part of this endeavor glowing blue and slamming his fist into ice so he's physically a little drained as well. When he couldn't biotically smash things so much he would use his biotics to instead levitate anything too heavy or bulky to carry, should the need arise. Still, for the most part, he's doing pretty good. The armor certainly helps with both the cold and the said repeatedly slamming his fist into rock solid ice thing.

"Team work makes the dream work," he says once all is said and done, lips pulled into a half smile because he's a little too tired to full on grin like an idiot. Sanji definitely gets a high five from him.

That slogan earns Scott a rowdy round of laughter and a slap on the shoulder. Apparently, Sanji likes it. A lot.

"It does, it does!" he affirms as his chuckles wind down. His boundless energy seems to be matched only by his wide-ass grin. "I just never thought I'd hear someone around here spout a cheesy line like that!"

Scott wasn't expecting that big of a reaction, if any, to his extremely cheesy line, so the laughter earns Sanji an incline of his brows, followed by an unrestrained laugh of his own. It's good to be in the company of someone so high energy and cheerful, honestly. Scott isn't as up there as Sanji appears to be, but he's definitely high enough up there that most people would sooner roll their eyes or give him shit for taking everything lightly than join in on his lightheartedness. At least, that's what he's used to.

"Oh, I've got a few of them," he informs with a lopsided grin. "After a month or two I'll start a trend...just you watch."

Not that he expects to be around here that long, nor has he even thought about it, but he's ignoring all of that in favor of making a shitty joke.

Normally, Sanji wouldn't have quite so much fun with a simple, silly one-liner, but after several months of separation from his rambunctious crew mates, he misses their cheesy antics dearly. The others stuck here in Hadriel are much less prone to go all out on every stupid, little thing. That's been how Sanji has lived his life for so long that not being surrounded by his laughing assholes and daring ladies, not having to scream over constant stupidity or defend a scantily clad bosom's honor, leaves him dead in the cold. A cheesy slogan about teamwork is that familiar spark of home he needs to warm his weary limbs.

Not that he'd ever let on just how weary he may be.

"You start a trend, and maybe the cheese'll grow large enough for me to serve it," he snorts. "We'd have to implement some quality control though. Can't have your bad jokes stinking up my kitchen!"

And Scott is in the same boat, more or less. He's far too used to being around his crew to the point where he misses them painfully, despite just getting to know them. But they were friendly faces in a galaxy full of things that wanted to kill him and politicians who hated him on principle. Even Lexi surprise stabbing him with a needle and telling him to eat his vegetables would be the most welcome thing right now. Needless to say, whenever Scott meets a friendly face he lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Hey, hey, isn't the stinkiest cheese the highest quality? That applies to my jokes. The harder they make you roll your eyes the better."

"If my eyes are rolling into the back of my skull, I can't very well cook, can I?" he reasons dramatically, then moves to bop his fist atop Scott's head. "And I did promise you lot dinner, so if you're hungry, you'll damn well listen to your genius cook."

Scott laughs lightly when his head is bopped, wincing exaggeratedly. His hands rise in a gesture of faux placation.

"Alright, alright — the last thing I want to do is cripple the genius cook with my awesome humor, you're right. I'll try to turn it off."

"Yeah, you do that," Sanji insists, carrying this joke to its grave. Which, seeing as they're technically underground, is appropriate. A curt nod signals that he accepts Scott's efforts. "Like the world's shittiest joke-in-the-box."

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