[open] how can we expect

[deviledlegs]

Who: Sanji and OPEN
What: Someone didn't take the last event well.
Where: The permafrost ice cellar dug vaguely close to Sanji's restaurant
When: January 13th
Warnings: Angst. And a boo-boo.


The visions have ended. They haven't plagued anyone for days, and Hadriel has settled back into its modicum of twisted peace. Sanji's restaurant-slash-home-slash-kitchen, however, is eerily empty. His equipment is clean, the lights are all out, and his tools have been carefully slotted into their proper places. All except for a single kitchen knife still lying atop his pristine counter. The very fact that Sanji's left it out is concerning. The dots of red on its blade? Those are a problem.

Sanji himself is now holed up in the very ice cellar he helped dig, cross-legged next to a pile of frozen game as he glares at the bloody cut marring his right pointer finger. He's angry at the stupid, shitty noise that had made him jump, at himself for being distracted enough in the first place to jump with a fucking knife in his hand, at this whole damn situation for tearing him away from his life. But most of all, he's angry at the bone deep ache that's managed to penetrate every single one of his defenses and just won't go away.

He'd never even considered that his crew could die without him. That's the way it should have stayed. Sanji believes in every member of the Straw Hats with absolute certainty. Every member except himself.

The weary cook wraps the wound with his towel again, soaking up more blood but also just so he doesn't have to look at it anymore.

What if he never makes it back to them? What if they spend the rest of their lives looking for him? Luffy's voice echoes in his head. It's usually such a guiding light; now it only stings like his damn stupid cut.

"Without you, I can't become the pirate king!"

Sanji leaps to his feet and slams his shoe into the wall with devastating force. The whole cellar shakes.

"Shit!"

Comments

[casualryder]

Scott was doing what he could to keep himself busy and productive, and seeing as how he helped with the ice cellar he felt he should at least occasionally bring something to put in it. Ice fishing was easy enough for him; he just waited until some came close to the surface and biotically pulled them up and into a sack. Easy. He may as well take it to where it'll be put to good use — not to mention where's the harm in helping the guy who loves to cook, right?

Speaking of, when he approaches the house/restaurant — he's not sure what it serves most as, so he knocks lightly, with a bit of a jovial tune to it, just so he doesn't take anyone by surprise upon entering. The darkness only serves to tell him that maybe no one's home, so he decides he'll just go toss the sack of scavenged meat in the ice cellar and be on his way. It's passing the knife with droplets of blood that finally clues him into something not being right.

"Oookaaay," he murmurs to himself, becoming more aware of his surroundings as he proceeds forward.

He arrives in time to see Sanji kicking the wall, brows raising in surprise at the force of it, the cellar shaking from that single kick.

"Whoa, whoa, there are better ways to test out this place's sturdiness, you know," his tone light, but mild concern laced his words.

[uptightness]

It's food, so there is that. She's taken to attempting to hunt the smaller creatures around, although the stampede had left some meat around as well. Carolina still hasn't made it out ice fishing, not entirely certain what, if anything, is required for bait for that. It had been easier on the islands, where there had been shallows and a net could easily catch some of the smaller creatures.

The sack holds a few creatures about the size of rabbits, skinned and gutted, and she does recall him speaking about cooking. Isn't too hard to find make her way there either. There is a knock that is given as she waits a few moments, before another knock, more insistent this time. "Sanji! Open up, or I'm just coming in."

That it looks dark doesn't matter. It's more the threat that might make some hope to action with the tone of her words. A few more moments, and by now the red head is starting to wonder if he is here, before she does hear a noise, followed by a shit. With a slightly perplexed look on her face and an alertness to her posture, she follows the sound to it's source, arching an eyebrow ever so. "Uh. Dare I ask what it ever did to you?"

Not that Carolina is one to talk. She's punched shit. She's thrown stuff around. She has fit the red head temper to a T some days.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery hadn't participated in digging the ice cellar. she's still too delicate and ladylike for that, despite her skill with a katana. however, she has been searching for Sanji to set up their cooking lessons. she'd asked for them a while back, but Hadriel, being Hadriel, had gotten in the way.

she ventures into the restaurant tentatively, looking around for any sign of Sanji's presence.

she does see the bloody knife while she's searching which is alarming, but it doesn't look as though he's lost enough blood for it to be life-threatening, at least not yet.

however, there's no sign of Sanji himself in the restaurant. confused, she stands there for a moment before deciding to try looking for him.

the next likeliest spot to find him would be the ice cellar, wouldn't it?

so she ventures on into it and she calls out as sweetly as she can] Sanji? Are you here?

[vocarrah]

"Ah, should you do that? Aren't a cook's hands his treasure?"

Ianchus' voice is soft and gentle, coming from the entrance of the cellar. He'd seen the door open as he'd passed by, and that's what had made him curious. He'd become ill soon after meeting Sanji, so he hadn't been able to see the man in action. He'd thought he'd get to have the chance now, but...ah.

Then he notices the blood on the towel, and his expression grows concerned as he steps forward.

"...You're hurt." Perhaps in more ways than one, judging by that strike against the wall.