rakuen | spices everywhere.

Entry tags:

iceland,
indonesia

spices everywhere.

Characters: Indonesia (nusantara) & Iceland (thettareddast)
Format: action
This log is: closed!
Location: Lunch area for Conquest students.
Summary: food drives a lot of things.
Warnings: cuties...

[She's picky about food, missing the stuff she had back at home. She's been able to try different cuisines, but most aren't fitting for her taste. She misses a lot of different fruits, too. She misses many things about home, but food is probably higher than it should be.

Anyway, she has some curry for lunch today. Now to find a place to sit! She's been a little nervous about sitting where there's a large group. She knows establishing relationships is important in any place, so she's decided to not eat alone today. She randomly picks out a spot, seeing one person already there.]

Finally it's lunch time! What are you eating today? [and she sits right next to him, looking at his plate because food is always a good way to start a conversation.]

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[Whoah, someone he recognizes! Well, someone he recognizes and doesn't want to pointedly avoid. He scoots a little to make room for her. Big personal bubble and all. He is trying to be friendly though.]

Hello Indonesia. I didn't know you were here too.

[ He swirls his spoon around in what appeared to be yellowish, oily water trying to pass itself off as soup. ] To be honest, I'm not quite sure. They call it vegetable soup.

[so this person knows her! this is good, and hopefully she's left a good impression. she can't remember his name, but he seems nice enough and maybe she'll find a way to indirectly ask him for it again.] Aren't pleasant surprises the best? [she gives him a smile.]

[she leans over, looking closer at it. she frowns at it, feeling sorry for him. no one should eat something like that! she looks at him, looking pained and surprised.] Are you really going to eat that?

They're much better than unpleasant surprises. [ He gives a small smile back. ]

[ He frowns at the "soup." ] Well, I don't exactly have a choice. It's not as bad as it looks, though. [ Spoiler, it is. ]

Did you get in trouble? [she looks around, then whispers.] If you did, I can sneak you some good food.

Not that I'm aware of. I just got here.

[ He's quite torn; his pride will be the end of him. ] I don't need you to go to such lengths, but thank you for the offer.

[ Maybe if he swirls the soup around enough, he'll find something edible in it. ]

So you're new here... [she gives him some space again, talking normally. she doesn't saying anything, thinking and connecting the two things together.]

That means I have to be extra nice to you! [she slides over her plate towards him. it's a simple curry with chicken, rice, and a chicken cutlet.] And you'll be eating nasty things for a while if you don't find someone to vow with. Trust me, it happened to me before. I know a way to help you, though.

[ He wants to tell her that he can suffer but it looks too good. ] ... Um. Thank you. [ He waits a little before starting to nibble at it. What is gratitude. He can't gratitude. ]

And what would that way be?

A handsome young man like yourself should be eating well, ya? [no time to really answer that, as she's smiling and giggling to herself. she is plotting a few things in her head, and hopefully the execution of said plans works out well.]

Ah, yes. You see, this week I am a player, and that means I get to pick someone to help me out. [such a simple way to put things.] Whoever helps me out gets the best things this place has to offer because I'm important. [once again, very simplified.] So if you help me out with a little task for one day, you'll be living the easy life.

[ Linefacing, linefacing, this curry is far too spicy, attempting to lineface. ]

...So, you're asking me to vow with you?

[ Is that the right word? Vow? It sounds so permanent and awkward.
Well, it's not like he had any other plans for this round except to be asocial and endure the consequences. ]

Yes! It'll benefit both of us. [so far so good.] It'll only last a little bit, but setting a good foundation for an alliance in a new place is good, ya?

[ Gulping down water now. It's not helping as much as he'd like. Must not show. ]

It is. [ Technically they had a foundation already. But it was somewhat arguable whether it actually counted. ] Or continuing to set an old foundation in a new place, anyway.

[she doesn't notice yet, but she's too caught up in roping him in to vow with her because she is so foreveralone.jp with weapons.]

Yes, yes! So you'll do it?

Sure? [ ...So excitable. ]

Glaives're fine?

[success!! if only she could rub this in netherland's face that she can do things on her well and be amazing it at.]

Anything's fine! You may not see it, but I've done some fighting before. [and she winks at him, full of pride.]

Ah, right-right. You'll have to vow to me and then I'll vow to you. [more like this is how I figure your name out.] So you'll say, I -- your full name -- am Indonesia's weapon, and then I'll say something similar to you back.

[ ..Iceland is glad neither Denmark nor Norway are present. The teasing would never end.

He is a little weirded out, why is she winking at him-- ]

We just decided, I think that's affirmation enough. [ No way is he saying something derpy like that! ]

You have to say it or it won't work. [she leans closer, whispering again.] If you're shy, you can whisper it to me.

[ Edging away pronto. Christ, woman, have you heard of personal space? You're making him blush! ]

I am not going to whisper it to you!

[ He tries to be inconspicuous as he glances around. ] I, Iceland, am Indonesia's weapon.

Happy?

[she sees the blush, but she'll hold back on teasing.]

Very happy. I, Indonesia, promise to protect and use Iceland to the best of my abilities.

[to help him not feel so embarrassed (because she's around these types a lot), she changes the topic.] How's the curry? Usually it's not hot spicy for me.

[ Unfortunately, there are a lot of these embarassed types around in the world of nations. ] It's.. plenty spicy.

Eh, really? [taking her spoon and trying some... like i said, what is personal space???]

You find this spicy? It's okay, I know a lot of people who used to not eat spicy things at all, but then I helped them.

[ She's talking to a country whose food is usually bland, bitter, or putrified. And, well, he doesn't eat most of that stuff anymore. But he doesn't exactly go out of his way to build up a tolerance to spices, either.

...Whoah. She really just has no concept of personal space, does she. Not to mention Iceland has a pretty big personal bubble to begin with. ]

'M not sure it's a condition that needs 'help.'

But it is! The amount of food you can't eat, the flavors you can't taste...aduh, it's sad and it almost breaks my heart. [she actually sounds torn up about this.] But big sister will help you since we're vowed now. Every day we'll make sure you eat spicy things so you get used to it and learn to love it. [who is this we? it's mostly just her, but whatever.]

[ Well, he didn't mean to make her this upset. ]

...It goes both ways. Just think of all the delicate flavors that you can't taste either.

You can't force me to eat it.

You can, too! You'll just come to realize many foods are bland. [aka he is right but she wants to be correct and thus thinks she is right.]

[she smiles, beaming -- or maybe it's a smirk.] But I can! Since you're my weapon, you have to listen to me or you'll get in trouble with the school.

They're only bland if you're used to so much spice that you can't taste anything without it!

[ He scowls back at her. ] They can't get me in trouble for that. It has nothing to do with being your weapon in the dungeon.

You shouldn't believe in such silly rumors like that. [more like she likes her version of the truth better.]

Do you want to try your luck? Then you'd have to be rescued by the merciful me.

It's not a rumor. I'm pretty sure it's scientifically proven. [ It seems they have come to an impasse. ]

What's the worst they can do to me? I'll still be your weapon. I'm just not going to eat spicy food.

[ But the last thing he wants is to be rescued by anyone. And it's possible there is a consequence, since she's been here longer than him, presumably. Hmmm. ]

How can scientist prove such a thing? Unless these scientist eat a lot like me. [laughing, because she finds herself so hilarious.]

You think getting in trouble in school is worse than eating spicy food? What sort of odd childhood did you have?

Scientists have proved a lot of things. Pretty sure I read it on an American news site once. [ He's not sure of this, but it certainly sounds plausible. ]

I fail to see how this is even relevant, but I'd pick getting in trouble over spicy food any day. [ In any serious situation, he would bite the bullet and eat spicy food, but his pride was making that rather difficult right now. Also, what can the school do to him? ]

A pretty terrible one.

Americans don't know anything about spice and flavoring. I on the hand do, so you should listen to me.

Eating bad food makes the mind, body, and mood not good -- you didn't know that? Don't worry, we'll build up your tolerance slowly. You can trust me.

Hm, well, you seems like you made out alright enough. Now I'll just polish you into a fine young man.

I'll listen to you wax poetic about your stupid spices if that's what you want. Just don't make me eat any of it. [ He's caving. Slowly. Maybe. ]

I'll do perfectly fine without your 'polishing,' thank you very much.

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