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open ♡ can't a girl just do the best she can?

Who: Korwa & you!
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + throughout the rest of the month
Rating: PG???
What: intro log!

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[it's not like Korwa isn't used to roughing it. being a skyfarer means lots of over night trips to small towns, camping outside in unfamiliar caves and forests— plenty of experiences that should have prepared her for the temple's spartan provisions for new arrivals. Korwa would be fine with it, honestly, if she had been allowed to back a bag, like she usually is for lengthier adventures.

as it is, she's without a change of clothing, or at least one that's up to her rigorous standards. the unseen servants brought her several different items that sure are. technically wearable. Korwa can't spin wheat into gold, and she can't turn linen into satin or silk, but that doesn't mean she's just going to wear something off the proverbial rack. perish the thought.

she's settled for systematically dismantling everything she's been given, laying each separated piece of cloth out on the floor, gradually taking over ever inch of space in her room until she's forced out into the hall. it would've been easier to do make up a design first and then disassemble the raw materials, but the fabric isn't the most inspiring she's had to work with. this is going to take some serious brainstorming.

while she was sitting up at the start of her design session, by the time some happens on her, she's probably sprawled out on the hallway floor, quill tapping listlessly on a well used piece of paper.]

Aaah, I can feel the darkness closing in. This may be the end for me ...

b.

[Korwa hasn't cooked for herself in a while. the Grancypher has a dedicated group of cooks who easily whip up 3 square meals a day for an ever expanding crew, so she just hasn't really had the need to make anything on her own, save for the occasional 3 am bagel, or something similarly simple with very little required on her part. in the temple, however, it seems as though she'll have to call upon her own skills to see her through the time between breakfast and dinner.

it's not like she's incapable, or anything like that. she can boil an egg, or scramble an egg, and really, now that she's thinking about it, most of her culinary experience is limited to egg preparation. she had survived mostly on takeout and coffee back before she had moved her studio to an airship and was simply designing full time, so her experience is lacking. no time like the present to broaden her horizons though, right?

fried rice seems like a safe bet for something that shouldn't be beyond even her inexperienced grasp of food preparation. she's got the rice, she's got the egg, she's put the rice and the egg together, and now she's got ... egg rice.]

Can I trouble you for a minute? [if you're in the kitchen, she's calling out to whoever's nearby.]

What do you like to eat with rice?

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[something else? hit me up on discord @ fi#6003 if you want to hash another scenario out!

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[ That sounds melodramatic, but one can never be too careful with this sickness progressing at different rates for different people, some of them sounding like they're at death's door while others staunchly insist they're not.

At least she's still moving, Minato thinks to himself as he slows his wandering the halls to a stop. He's got a small dog with him, a white shiba inu who gently pokes a cold nose at Korwa's cheek while Minato crouches down at her side. ]

Is this darkness called "sleep"? I can help you clean up so nothing gets stepped on.

[ As much as he should be used to this scene by now, it really isn't all that enjoyable to happen on, especially when he'd merely been trying to reach the kitchens. How is he supposed to walk over this without traipsing all over her materials and messing up whatever absurd order there is to it all? A lesser person would simply stomp their way through, but he knows on some level that this is important to her. ]

You're over-exaggerating. Now, move some of this out of the way so I can pass through.

[ He doesn't have to ask her to know what constitutes as a crisis for her which is far less pressing than finding a way to their world before they start contracting any signs of illness and weakness as well. At least, she looks to be fine for the most part. No signs of actual distress. ]

If you're that desperate for fabric, I suggest bartering with others for sheets and pillowcases.

[ And by others, he means not himself. He isn't exactly swimming in extras and would like to keep some small luxuries in tact. ]

[ There's .... a lady with cat ears.

He tries to not stare. It's easy enough to just pass her over with a regular once-over - it really is pot calling the kettle black if he is to point it out, considering how he has a pair of horns himself. Both of them are inhuman, and he's not a rude non-human.

Boreas came here with the consideration of making himself some tea, but... rice?

He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. ]

I think you're better off asking someone else. I don't usually eat it.

Edited 2018-09-16 16:07 (UTC)

Ah...

[ This time, it's Cain who's nearly stepped on Korwa. And this time, it's Korwa who's buried in a sea of green. Green fabric that is, though there are scraps of other colors floating around her, leaving her in quite the colorful sea. Cain takes in the scene with a slow look: the fabric in disarray, Korwa stretched out listlessly, the blank page open with her quill tapping away, leaving only spots of ink rather than any dazzling new design...

He's heard of it before. is this what you call a slump? But he at least knows better than to ask.

Instead, Cain crouches down beside Korwa and pulls a bit of fabric away from her head. He beams at her and starts gathering up some of the mess. ]

Now, now, Miss Korwa, surely it's not the end!

[ the question gives him pause; he hadn't really thought about it too much, and he'd been in here to siphon food off of whoever was near by (or possibly figure out something easy for himself), not... exactly talk, despite knowing someone else was in here...

hm, well. ]

FiSH. [ nothing pairs better with rice, except for a lot of different things, but. ] Having trouble deciding what to put on YOURS?

Eh?

[ and arashi is looking up from her own cooking, which looks like soup of some sort. sick person's food, basically. it smells pretty good, considering that she knows just enough about cooking to get by on her own if needed, so she's careful to keep one eye on the pot even as she considers korwa's question a little carefully. ]

With rice? Chicken, usually, especially if it's karaage chicken~ If not, if you have some shrimp, that would probably taste pretty good, too. I think I saw some over there.....

Depends on what you mean by "with".

[Luckily? Unluckily? Korwa has attracted the attention of someone who does, in fact, know how to cook pretty well. And Reinhardtzar is exceedingly wary about a question like that, because it doesn't sound as though Korwa's asking because she's stumped over what dish to make out of many she knows how to already.]

You mean like something to put on top of rice or what?

Ah!

[Koromaru's cold nose shocks Korwa into alertness, her head immediately lifting to look at the offending party, managing to look startled despite the undeniable truth that she's squatting over a drawing pad in a public hallway where anyone could find her.]

No, no, I can't sleep yet, not when things are looking this bad.

Percival, don't joke at a time like this!

[which is a strange thing to say, as she's perfectly aware that Percival doesn't make jokes, and is probably one of the few people here who could understand her absolute dismay at being offered low-thread count bed sheets as material.

it's also strange in the way that Korwa didn't even know he was here, wherever 'here' happened to be, before right now. she'd met up with Reinhardtzar and Cain in the forest, and it had been relieving to see some familiar faces then, and she'd be equally happy to see Percival now, if he wasn't being so callous to her plight.]

What are you planning to do when you have to wash the clothes you're wearing? This isn't just my problem.

[she sits up as she speaks, using the quill in her hand to gesture to his attire.]

No? That's too bad.

[if Korwa finds Boreas' appearance strange or unusual, she certainly doesn't let on about it, sighing with a touch of melodrama in her voice as she continues to stare down her unfortunately bland dish.

I mean sure he's kind of slender looking as far as Draph guys go, but Korwa's seen weirder things in her time jetting around the skydoms.]

Am I in your way? I can move, if you need to use the stove.

[ Koromaru backs off when she stirs, to pace around her in mild curiosity and leave Minato there to rub at the back of his neck, unsure at first glace what exactly is so dire. ]

You'll have to fill me in on what's wrong... and if it's something we can help with? Koromaru and me. So you can put your mind at rest and sleep. [ —somewhere more appropriate that's not a hallway. ]

[Korwa's engrossed enough in her work (or more accurately, her lack of it) that she doesn't notice Cain initially coming into range, or even realize he's happened upon her until he starts picking the fabric scraps up.]

It's hopeless, Cain. I can't go on. There's no escape from a situation like this ... !

[it's hard to hear her when she speaks with her faced smushed up against her dismally blank sketch pad, ears drooping to fully convey how totally discouraged she is in this moment.]

That could definitely work, it's just ...

[in line with the rest of the temple's rustic "charms", the available food has had minimal preparation. give her a nice filet from the market, and Korwa can more or less figure out what to do with it, but here, the only fish she saw were almost completely intact.]

You wouldn't happen to know how to cut one if you're going to eat it, would you?

[whatever Arashi's making smells good enough to lead Korwa to believe that she knows what she's doing, so she listens attentively to the suggestions she provides.]

Something deep fried sounds really good right now. It's too bad I have no idea how to do something like that ... aah, I should've really paid more attention when the boys talked about this sort of thing.

[the shrimp suggestion is piquing her interest as well, but deveining a shrimp sounds like something a few levels above what she's prepared to tackle this afternoon.]

If I just made the chicken in a pan, it shouldn't be too difficult, once I cut up it up.

I mean what else I can cook with it so it's not just scrambled eggs in rice?

[she can sense the dubious tone in Reinhardtzar's voice, and while she is embarrassed to have her lacking culinary skills outed in front of someone she actually knows, there's really no way to easily play this any other way.]

I don't cook for myself very often, so I don't know a lot about what ingredients taste good together.

[ He's good at making fashionable entrances even if this one leaves much to be desired as he tries to toe around the fabric walkway laid out before him. However, she does have a point. He doesn't exactly have a change of clothes and doesn't exactly want to develop a questionable stench nor for the same plight to happen to those around him being that he'll be the one who has to smell them. ]

Very well. I will allow one change of clothes but nothing ridiculous nor backless. It must be refined and tasteful. I will bring you the fabrics.

[ That way he can make certain she isn't using some bed frills to clothe him or anything close to those gaudy colors the mongrel is always wearing. He can simply alternate between the two clothes for the time being -however long they are expected to remain here. ]

And before you ask, none of these fabrics are sufficient.

[ He knows he can procure something better and ideal ...and if he should happen to bring some extra fabrics unprompted, then it wouldn't be because he necessarily wants to. He'd just rather do what he can to spare all their olfactory senses. ]

You can make fried rice if you want eggs in it. Might have to improvise with the sauce a little, but it's doable.

[Reinhardtzar's already thinking about how to make it decent without any soy around.]

But honestly...you'd probably have better luck doing away with the eggs entirely. Rice goes with pretty much anything left by itself.

[ What a cute girl. He's wondering if the ears are real, and since he's already met two centaurs, he wouldn't be surprised if they were. He's definitely staring at them, but in more of a fond way than an ...off-putting way. ]

Aww. [ Those ears are SO CUTE. ] I mean -- Almost anything goes well with rice! Steamed fish, pork chops, salted vegetables ... It depends on what you have on hand.

And what situation is this, exactly?

[ He suspects what it is. That most dreaded of all things, artist's block... But then again, he's learned since spending time with the crew of the Grancypher that it's always best to double check. After all, it could be something like a lack of coffee. He hasn't seen any since coming to this new land, and maybe Korwa's one of those creatives who needs a caffeine boost to produce...? ]

[ .....uh. ]

I have a rudimentary understandING. [ translation: no, but he can try. ] I can't imagine it could be too HARD.

Oh no, I can't sleep at a time like this, that's the last thing I need.

[she sits up, setting her quill down to bring her hands up to gently pat at her own cheeks in an attempt to rouse herself.]

This is a fashion emergency. I'm not sure anything short of a miracle will help me at this point.

[Korwa's used to men staring, but not because of her ears. she hasn't run into anybody forward enough to ask about them, so she's still operating under the assumption that everyone here has cute animal-humanoid species from their own worlds as well.]

Pork ... I can manage that. [the other two options sound like they need a little more preparation, and Korwa knows it's better to start with baby steps when learning a new skill rather than just running in blind.]

Do you season it with anything besides salt or pepper?

[ A fashion... emergency...

Hm. Minato leans back a little, looking her over, glancing from head to toe to the quill that was in her hands. ]

Are you... designing clothing? I used to be part of the fashion club at my school with a friend. Maybe I can help.

[ Not with anything fashion, maybe— looking at his plain button-down shirt and black slacks, the simplest things he could find here- but he is great at moral support. ]

Soy sauce, oyster sauce, garlic ... All of them work great! Mako and I had to make do with whatever we could growing up, though, so we were never that picky when it came to taste.

[ He will eat soup that's made out of garbage, yes. He's the definition of 'not picky'. ]

Do you need some help?

You're not.

[ Though, she's definitely piqued his interest, like many of the people here do. ]

Unless you need someone to taste test for you, to which I don't mind.

It'll still taste good even if you do it in a pan, but I could show you how to do it if you'd like for me to?

[ she's. actually probably not even going to wait for an answer before she decides that yeah, she's going to show korwa how to do it anyway. even if fried chicken isn't going to be good for her throat but shhhh. don't tell anyway.

in any case, she absolutely is pulling out ingredients from storage. ]

it's not that difficult, really. And it's a foolproof recipe, too~

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