[new management]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: Kenkou, others!
When: September 8
Where: the cafeteria, and. . . ?
What: another class had another little adventure
Warnings: some people got stabbed and frostbitten! also unsanitary kitchen conditions in the adventure itself

[You wake up the morning of September 8, and. . . the food is burnt again. Worse than it was last weekend. There is barely anything edible in the morning breakfast spread. Maybe you choke it down anyway? Maybe you decide to wait and see if lunch is any better? Either way, it isn't ideal. This sucks! What is even going on??]

[Thankfully, by the time lunch rolls around, the food seems to be back to normal. . . although there are an awful lot of Kenkou's hanging around the newly opened kitchen door]

[Wait]

[Wait!!!]

[THE KITCHEN DOOR IS OPEN!!!]

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[THE KITCHEN]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

[And what a beautiful kitchen it is! Well. . . if you ignore the fact that the walk-in fridge is a mess right now, with all of its ingredients having been ripped from the shelves and scattered across the floor. But that's fine! You can fix that!!!]

[Maybe also fix Kenkou, though. They look a little rough!

[suplexer]

[ When people start wandering in, Tifa will be found sitting on the floor of the kitchen, leaned up against one of its long, stainless steel counters.

She... doesn't look great! Her right forearm is all bandaged up, the white bandages stained red from whatever wound they're cinched around. Her left arm is even worse. She's currently soaking it in a large basin of warm water, propped up on a crate, but even then it's obvious that the arm is badly frostbitten.

She's still in a lot of pain, but she'll blink her eyes open when she realizes other "students" are wandering in. ]

Oh... there you are.

[ Just like Anzen and the nurse's office, she's just on the other side of it this time. That means the kitchen will stay open from now on, right?

Lastly, she has a few soot sprites keeping her company, either on her lap on perched on her shoulders. They speak in tiny, tiny voices as they hop up and down, their spindly arms raised.

kenkou saved us!! kenkou saved the chef! kenkou is the best! ]

[bowtiedbones]

Oh gosh.

[she peeks in the kitchen, sees the blood, and BOLTS THE HELL OUT OF THERE






but she’ll come sprinting back in 10 minutes with an armful of new bandages]

[ratiocinations]

[Well! Of course he's wandered into the kitchen, drawn to new spaces like a nosy cat — and while the sight is quite a grand one, because he has never laid eyes on a modern kitchen like this, his eyes are immediately drawn to the mess, and the injuries that have transpired against Kenkou...

Holmes hurries in her direction.]

Good god, it's happened again. [First Anzen, now Kenkou. One needn't be a detective to tie the two incidents together.] Your arm, Ms Tiger Lily.

[wtf are those little soot sprites also]

[presgarddihellis]

[definitely bee-lining for the kitchens when he sees they're open and--

stops short.







soot sprites were the cooks???

but more importantly: KENKOU, DID YOU FIGHT A SPIRIT HERE?]

... Miss Lily, you needn't push yourself so much.

[others are rushing in with the first aid, so he's just going to crouch down and make sure all the treatments he does know about for frostbites and the like have been seen to.]

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[beathollow]

( catch snowdrop trying to tend to her class, tend to adoring sootsprites and not lose her cool- shes unharmed, but her cardigan is cut up on the floor and theres blood on her hands... )

-Oh. ....Hi.



Its been a long day.

[suplexer]

[ Tifa only barely registers that Eowyn was there the first time, but when she realizes she's rushing over carrying bandages, she blinks her eyes open. ]

Oh... Eowyn.

[ She glances down at herself, only now noticing how the blood has soaked into the bandages on her right arm. ]

It's already stitched up. Probably just needs a dressing change.

[suplexer]

[ It's happened again. She glances up at the voice, at what almost sounds like a hint of concern in it.

The soot sprites are now looking up at him!

kenkou saved our chef! kenkou is the best! ]

... Yeah, just like Anzen.

[ She knows which arm he means, obviously, and glances over at it. Even obscured by the water, the skin of her arm is slightly swollen and discolored, blue and gray. ]

But we cleared out what was in here.

[parttimesoldier]

[Word travels fast in a place like this, so of course Suzuha has to wander on into the kitchen to check things out too. Worried as she is for those injured, she gives them space to be tended to by the others for now.

Suzuha joins her while some of those little soot sprites are being tended to, waving their little arms around excitedly. She blinks at them for a moment, attention then snapping to Mafuyu when she's addressed.]

Yeah, I can see that... You holding up okay?

[inexorableiron]

What the actual fuck.

[suplexer]

[ Soot sprites were the cooks!! All those little pitter-pattery feet were theirs!! ]

... I'm resting now.

[ What she did before? Well, it had to be done.

As for the treatment, Dimitri was in charge of that, given that he's from a land that's often covered in frigid snow. It does look like the frostbite has been treated appropriately, and for now all she can do is keep soaking the arm.

The soot sprites turn to Mr. Smith and continue chattering in their tiny voices.

kenkou is the best!! kenkou saved us!!

Then one of them stares at him for a second longer: croissant was good? croissant was good!! ]

[suplexer]

[ She can't move much, so she just leans forward slightly to glance over. ]

There was a ghost in here. It had taken the head chef hostage...

[ Speaking of which, those soot sprites are running all over the kitchen now. They seem to have been reinvigorated by 1) their head chef being saved and 2) so many people in here. ]

[inexorableiron]

... Some ghost locked some other spirit the fuck up? Sounds fucked.

So you get smacked around by the bastard?

[He nods at that frostbite]

[suplexer]

Spirits, I guess... The "head chef" was actually like twenty of the soot sprites in a chef's hat.

[ No, she doesn't get it either. But the chef's hat is probably around somewhere, moving of its own volition, piloted by twenty little guys. ]

The ghost, the one who left the bloody footprints, had a ton of scissors it was throwing at us from the walk-in freezer. And... when I went to free the head chef, that's when I got this.

[ Meaning the frostbite. ]

[ratiocinations]

[He crouches down next to her, peering into that water with some concern. He has seen frostbite already happen once in this place, but her instance of it is extreme and worrisome. She is already taking the right measures to heal her arm, of course, yet he cannot help but wonder if this might be an injury that... lingers for a while.

Best not to say that right now.]

And what was in here? Accosting these little... friends of yours, I assume?

[suplexer]

[ Now that some of the shock has worn off, Tifa's thinking about that too. Just what sort of lingering effects might there be for frostbite this bad? The pain is still there, her arm is essentially useless right now, and she doesn't know how it will heal. They don't have any sort of healing magic, so she'll really just have to wait and see.

Answering Mr. Adair's questions seems easier, right now, than thinking about all that. ]

That same ghost that left the bloody footprints. [ Making all of them so terribly cold. ] It took over the kitchen and kidnapped the head chef. All these little guys were just... frozen to the bone, when we came in here.

[ Thankfully, the kitchen is much warmer now. Especially since they turned at least one of the ovens on. ]

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[brokenlance]

[Dimitri's wound has been hastily stitched and bandaged, but considering the stab cut deep into this thigh, being on his feet is a bit of a problem.

He's taking a break - and a seat - near Tiger Lily. For now, cleaning the blade of his silver lance with a look of seriousness.]

[presgarddihellis]

[oh no. they're adorable. he smiles at the soot sprite.]

Croissant was good.

[and then focusing on Tiger Lily again,]

... after cleaning things up, have you any requests on any particular meal?

[IT IS WELL AND TRULY EARNED FOR REAL. HE WILL COOK WHATEVER.]

[suplexer]

[ Croissant was good. Tifa wishes she could more easily move her arms to give the tiny sprites a little pet, but she leaves them be.

Especially when asked that question. She pauses for a second, then huffs out a shaky laugh. ]

... Of course that would be your first thought.

[ Actually, she is a little surprised that he's not asking her more questions about what happened here. ]

[bowtiedbones]

Stitches shouldn’t be bleeding! What happened? Let me see.

[hoverhands near the arm, not touching the bandages yet. medical consent is important!!]

[presgarddihellis]

As someone originally from the Great Foodie Empire, food is very important.

[and he's only not asking because others are. and he can always ask when she's not recovering from injuries.]

[ratiocinations]

[Wait and see seems to be the only options, yes, though there is hope in the fact that their injuries heal quickly. He can only assume the same applies here, and she might regain full control of her arm in a few days' time. (Temporary. All effects... temporary. He must tell himself this, and believe in it for the sake of others, too.)]

Ah. So "staffing issues", indeed.

[So many new questions, though.]

You mean to say you actually fought off the spirit?

[Unlike Anzen, who had to outrun a train? Rather than confront it.]

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[bowtiedbones]

[after running in with bandages for Tiger Lily,]

How’s your wound? Did you get it cleaned?

[tailsofwoe]

[ Wanders in at some point, drawn by all the commotion. ]

... Oh dear, you certainly can't seem to catch a break.

[suplexer]

... Maybe it's just from when I was moving around a little earlier.

[ They did have to get her frostbitten arm sorted out, after all.

But she nods. ]

You can take them off.

[ There are stitches on either side of her forearm, making it clear that whatever stabbed her pierced all the way through her arm, between the radius and ulna. The wounds have been cleaned and stitched, but somewhat hastily. Vash, Mafuyu, and Dimitri had done their best with what they could easily get their hands on. ]