[open] all is lost again

[deviledlegs]

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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[hot_mes]

"It's going to have to wait." That's his only conclusion, after everything that happened with the ships and knowing what the gods can and can't manage when you ask them for a thing. Crappy run-down ships was never a good look. It clearly frustrates Law that he can't whip up a plan and implement it right now, but he has no choice. "It's like when we were in the desert. Surviving comes first. Exploration will have to come later."

He turns away, since there's not really much more he can do here besides stare at a hole in the ground. But he pauses, lurking alongside Sanji facing the opposite direction. He drops his voice like he doesn't want anyone catching him giving compliments to anyone. "Good work. It's a pretty good idea."

[deviledlegs]

Sanji wasn't around for this desert planet, but he's run enough circles through Alabasta to imagine what it might have been like. A tundra like this isn't all that different, really. The cook sighs, resigned, hoping to loosen the tension from his shoulders.

That's when Law decides to be a decent guy. Quietly, secretly decent. Sanji snorts.

"Right. Surviving," he reiterates with a grin. "I'll use this place to keep everyone fed. You focus on getting us the hell out of here."

[hot_mes]

"That's the idea." Shh, Sanji, don't tell anyone about his moments of not being an asshole. You'll ruin his reputation. Law shoots him a vague smile and then brushes past on his way elsewhere. Clearly, the others handled the work fine without him, he's no longer needed. At least, until dinner-time. He'll be back later.

[deviledlegs]

Everyone comes back for Sanji's dinner. It's an immutable law of the universe.