[Closed] Entry 005

[chippedsoul]

Who: Barok Van Zieks, Ema Skye, Gina Lestrade, Herlock Sholmes, Kazuma Asogi, Susato Mikotoba and Yujin Mikotoba
Which: Closed
Where: The Wild Harvest
What: The AA crew get together to try their luck with the spicy food challenge. Or to observe the struggling of others. Don't worry, we got a doctor on the scene.
Warnings: Fire


The Wild Harvest have setup a food challenge this month and the crew are having an impromptu get together to either try it themselves or observe. An area by the garden has been sectioned off for those to do the challenge, so damage control can be a bit more manageable. Some extra hands are definitely appreciated when, not if, a fire starts.

There's plenty of ice cream and floats to go around for those watching, along with the regular menu of course. Or maybe one could get some air walking around the garden, with plenty of critters from garden snakes to lotus koi fish, and an axolturtle wandering around somewhere. Take care not to feed the fish and turtle too much "junk" food, and good luck spotting the garden snakes as they are more on the shy side.

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[chippedsoul]

[...What was that look just now? Dreading to consume his curry perhaps? No, he could have sworn he saw the detective put something in his mouth that wasn't curry. His thoughts pulled away when the man attempts to speak Japanese. It...could have been worse.]

Itadakimasu. [Said properly before he takes a few noodles with his chopsticks, though not eating just yet.] What sort of preparations have you done, detective?

[thegamesafoot]

Following the wise words of Sun Tzu—"know your enemy"—I conducted a bit of research on capsaicinoids. [ Namely, how to best to mitigate its heat with a bit of chemistry, but he leaves that part out. Though ... his voice sounds a bit thick? ] Imagine ... these poor peppers spent so many thousands of years evolving an effective deterrent, only for humans to stroll up and delight in the agony of it.

[ He picks up a bite with his fork (very heavy on the rice), and stuffs it in his mouth, barely bothering to chew. Even with his "preparations" the less contact made with his insides, the better, right? ]

Mmmm.

[chippedsoul]

Hm. [No idea what capsaicinoids are, but can that knowledge help mitigate the heat of peppers grown by a Celestial? These are not exactly your typical peppers from an Earth planet. It may even penetrate those earth-based defenses he's set up.]

I suppose it's a little strange, that we choose to consume them. [He's kind of, ignoring his ramen right now to watch Sholmes. Eating without chewing too much. That's a common approach.]

What have these capsaicinoids taught you then?

[thegamesafoot]

[ Sholmes loads up another forkful and tries to think of a relatively benign fact that won't give away his real strategy. ]

They do not affect birds, for one. They're the preferred vehicle for the pepper plant's seed dispersal, as opposed to mammals, who destroy the seeds with their teeth. Hence, why I have decided to make like a bird and chew as little as possible.

[ He pauses, flexing his face a bit and running his tongue around the inside of his mouth. What a strange tingling sensation ... Hm. Probably fine. ] Of course, this is assuming your satanic pepper employs the same modus operandi.

[chippedsoul]

...I suppose. But you're not a bird, and the peppers have been finely grinded down. [There are no "seeds" to avoid persay.]

It's hard to say. The man who grew these...I suspect is not quite from Earth. [He grimace, as he recalls eating that pepper raw.] Having sampled one by itself, it definitely lives up to it's Devil pepper name.

[thegamesafoot]

You've already eaten one? Raw, no less? Then this should be a proverbial walk in the park, Mr. Asogi! Eat up!

[ As if to demonstrate, Sholmes helps himself to another heaping spoonful. He's truly handling this far better than his bland, Northern European palate should allow. Suspiciously well, in fact ... ]

[chippedsoul]

[It was hardly a nibble of the tip and it nearly destroyed him. Not that, the detective needs to know that. And he would start on his, but his duty is to ensure other patrons are going to come out of this okay first. Which, at the moment, it seems to be going a little too well with Sholmes.]

Feeling all right, detective?

[thegamesafoot]

[ Sholmes is uncharacteristically quiet. No, his mouth definitely doesn't feel normal? His tongue and cheeks are definitely beginning to lose all sensation. He makes a mental tally of everything he included in his pepper-countering formula: casesins to counter the capsaicin, some oils to help bind it to his delicate mouth membranes, and finally, to help cover his bases, a healthy dose of extract from a local plant alleged to have analgesic properties.

... Or were those anesthetic properties?

Maybe ... maybe he should have done some trials before he put it to use. ]

Righ ah rain, mah deah fewwow! [ Spoken as if his mouth is stuffed with cottonballs. He smiles as if nothing is wrong, even as a bit of drool sneaks from the corner of his mouth. ]

[chippedsoul]

[...Hmmmmm.]

You seem to be having trouble swallowing your food. [Don't mind him, casually signaling a jug of lotus milk to be deliver to the table. Just in case.] Maybe you should take a moment to chew.

[thegamesafoot]

[ Chewing ... what a daunting suggestion when he can no longer feel his tongue relative to his teeth. But he soldiers on, scooping up another forkful. His jaw moves in an approximation of chewing, and he makes his best guess as to when and if he should swallow.

His plan has worked a bit too well, hasn't it? But he really should have gone with the ramen ... because as it happens, he chose the wrong time to swallow, and a hunk of something lodges neatly in his throat.

He raises a finger as if to say "I'm perfectly alright!" while his other hand hammers his chest. ]

[chippedsoul]

[Well, that's the opposite of not having trouble swallowing food.]
Is choking to death one of your tactics?

[The man is gesturing that he's got it cover, but Kazuma is already standing up.] Detective?

[thegamesafoot]

[ Sholmes has enough wherewithal to give Kazuma a sharply indignant look at the accusation.

But if there was any doubt as to whether he is choking, the blazing glow from his charm might be an indicator; nearly all the cranes are burning away at once as his face begins to turn a lovely shade of blue. ]

[chippedsoul]

[His eyes notice the cranes burning inside the familiar charm. He definitely did not have things under control anymore. Kazuma quickly moves behind the detective.] I told you to chew.

[One hand supports his chest, while the other hits him several times in the back. If that's not enough, abdominal thrust it is. ]