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dethoratsPrompt: you know that oh-so-clever trick where it looks like you're pulling your thumb off? Buggy, who has been hired to entertain at a children's birthday party, does this with his entire arm. awesome if the children involved are actually chibi strawhats. optional line, "it's obviously just an optical illusion," which I probably stole from Good Omens.
Prompt: eating contest! cola-chugging also a-okay.
Title: Caffeine + Carbonation = Cola Commotion
Rating: G
Pairing: None/Gen
Word Count: 1,026
Hindsight, being what it was, revealed just how poorly thought-through this latest idea had been. But that’s why it was hindsight, the irritatingly smug older sister of wise-but-often-ignored forethought.
Nami slapped a hand to her forehead and slumped against the side of the cabin for good measure. Her brain was slipping, had to be, if she was personifying AND imagining what Nojiko’s expression would be if she had been there. It HAD been quite the trying few hours, though, and anyone with even an ounce of sanity left would have been just as close to losing that last precious grip and joining the rest of the inmates on this floating asylum.
Three days out from a shockingly pleasant island stop to stock up on supplies, boredom had had a firm grip upon the Straw Hat crew. Without any land-based excitement, they’d managed to sail for an entire week without encountering anything more interesting than themselves. On a boat full of teenagers (and two adults who didn’t exactly have the firmest grip on maturity no matter how well Robin behaved herself ninety-six percent of the time), boredom was merely a disaster waiting to happen. Nami knew only too well just how much trouble could be made and so Franky’s suggestion, with a bright-eyed Chopper peeking out in earnest excitement from behind a hairy leg, had seemed at first listen to be a fair alternative to whatever mayhem was slowly fermenting in Usopp’s brain.
A cola-chugging contest. What could go wrong? As it turned out, the answer was plenty, especially when one Monkey D. Luffy was involved.
Luffy was, for all of his black hole of a stomach, not much of an adventurous drinker. Most of the time he contented himself with milk or water or fruit juice. On rare occasions, he did indulge in heavier spirits but usually that was Zoro’s fault for spiking the holiday punch. Luffy didn’t drink artificially sweetened beverages but the understanding of the fact didn’t dawn on Nami until it was too late.
Never being one to back down from a challenge, particularly one of a consumptive nature, Luffy had enthusiastically met Franky’s cola-chugging contest head on. Within minutes, it was clear only the cyborg would be competition to the captain and the two of them guzzled down bottle after bottle of the dark, fizzy liquid. And then, with an expression of surprise that would have been comical had it not been for what happened next, Luffy hiccupped. A violent sort of hiccup that sent his rubber body bouncing away from the bottle-strewn table only to ricochet off the nearest wall and into Chopper.
Reindeer and rubber man went down in a confusion of fur and limbs and then, just as Luffy opened his mouth to offer an apology, he hiccupped a second time. Then a third and a fourth, each one leaving his slender-but-slightly-cola-distorted frame with enough force to send him careening around the Thousand Sunny’s galley like a giant human pinball. Chaos held sway for several minutes until most of the crew managed to clear the room and huddle against the door, Zoro’s body leaning heavily against it just in case a random bounce sent Luffy on a trajectory towards it. Inside they could still hear the frantic cries of Usopp – the sniper had been the only one unlucky enough to not escape.
Sanji had chain-smoked and glowered, the fate of his kitchen not leaning towards the positive judging from the crashes and sounds of plates and glassware shattering on the floor. Nami had almost sent Franky back inside; after all, the whole mess was his fault. But the cyborg was currently twitching over by the railing and making suspicious mutters about coup de vents and energy overload to Chopper, who was nodding from time to time and writing it all down in the notebook he’d started especially for the unusual shipwright. That had opened up an entire new realm of possibility, namely that of Luffy on a sugar and caffeine fueled energy rush, and Nami had clapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
With steely determination in her eyes and blatantly ignoring Usopp’s desperate pounding and pleas to be let out, she ordered Zoro not to leave the door. No matter what, his debt to triple should he fail. That netted her a begrudging glare until she whispered a few choice comments about the last time the captain had been on a sugar high. It was just unfortunate for them that the Thousand Sunny had multiple exits incorporated into its design, unlike the easy-to-close-off galley they’d had on Merry.
About twenty minutes after they’d made their escape and Usopp’s begging had trailed off into occasional whimpers, the banging and smashing sounds finally stopped. But before anyone could even halfway dream of calm, a new sound rose up from behind the door and the swordsman’s sturdy frame. Luffy, his voice going a mile a minute as he pestered the beleaguered sniper, was indeed running on a cola-fired engine and he showed no sign of slowing down now that his hiccups had cleared up. Too late did Nami remember the door from the galley into the aquarium room and the hidden passage down to the storage hold. Luffy shot onto deck faster than if he’d been fired out of a canon and then hell truly broke loose.
That had been a bit more than four hours ago and the destruction visible on Sunny’s deck – the churned turf, the broken furniture, the bits of exploded paint balls and eggs and who knows what else from Usopp’s arsenal – was only the beginning of the damage. It would take days to fix everything, days and probably some of her hard earned, closely kept money too. Nami let her shaking knees buckle, slid down the side of the cabin to sit. Luffy snored loudly, exhausted now that his cola-given energy had worn off, not ten feet away, his hat resting over his face. At least she had learned, they had all learned – even Franky, who equated cola with ambrosia – a valuable lesson. Never give cola to the captain. Ever.
Prompt: eating contest! cola-chugging also a-okay.
Title: Caffeine + Carbonation = Cola Commotion
Rating: G
Pairing: None/Gen
Word Count: 1,026
Hindsight, being what it was, revealed just how poorly thought-through this latest idea had been. But that’s why it was hindsight, the irritatingly smug older sister of wise-but-often-ignored forethought.
Nami slapped a hand to her forehead and slumped against the side of the cabin for good measure. Her brain was slipping, had to be, if she was personifying AND imagining what Nojiko’s expression would be if she had been there. It HAD been quite the trying few hours, though, and anyone with even an ounce of sanity left would have been just as close to losing that last precious grip and joining the rest of the inmates on this floating asylum.
Three days out from a shockingly pleasant island stop to stock up on supplies, boredom had had a firm grip upon the Straw Hat crew. Without any land-based excitement, they’d managed to sail for an entire week without encountering anything more interesting than themselves. On a boat full of teenagers (and two adults who didn’t exactly have the firmest grip on maturity no matter how well Robin behaved herself ninety-six percent of the time), boredom was merely a disaster waiting to happen. Nami knew only too well just how much trouble could be made and so Franky’s suggestion, with a bright-eyed Chopper peeking out in earnest excitement from behind a hairy leg, had seemed at first listen to be a fair alternative to whatever mayhem was slowly fermenting in Usopp’s brain.
A cola-chugging contest. What could go wrong? As it turned out, the answer was plenty, especially when one Monkey D. Luffy was involved.
Luffy was, for all of his black hole of a stomach, not much of an adventurous drinker. Most of the time he contented himself with milk or water or fruit juice. On rare occasions, he did indulge in heavier spirits but usually that was Zoro’s fault for spiking the holiday punch. Luffy didn’t drink artificially sweetened beverages but the understanding of the fact didn’t dawn on Nami until it was too late.
Never being one to back down from a challenge, particularly one of a consumptive nature, Luffy had enthusiastically met Franky’s cola-chugging contest head on. Within minutes, it was clear only the cyborg would be competition to the captain and the two of them guzzled down bottle after bottle of the dark, fizzy liquid. And then, with an expression of surprise that would have been comical had it not been for what happened next, Luffy hiccupped. A violent sort of hiccup that sent his rubber body bouncing away from the bottle-strewn table only to ricochet off the nearest wall and into Chopper.
Reindeer and rubber man went down in a confusion of fur and limbs and then, just as Luffy opened his mouth to offer an apology, he hiccupped a second time. Then a third and a fourth, each one leaving his slender-but-slightly-cola-distorted frame with enough force to send him careening around the Thousand Sunny’s galley like a giant human pinball. Chaos held sway for several minutes until most of the crew managed to clear the room and huddle against the door, Zoro’s body leaning heavily against it just in case a random bounce sent Luffy on a trajectory towards it. Inside they could still hear the frantic cries of Usopp – the sniper had been the only one unlucky enough to not escape.
Sanji had chain-smoked and glowered, the fate of his kitchen not leaning towards the positive judging from the crashes and sounds of plates and glassware shattering on the floor. Nami had almost sent Franky back inside; after all, the whole mess was his fault. But the cyborg was currently twitching over by the railing and making suspicious mutters about coup de vents and energy overload to Chopper, who was nodding from time to time and writing it all down in the notebook he’d started especially for the unusual shipwright. That had opened up an entire new realm of possibility, namely that of Luffy on a sugar and caffeine fueled energy rush, and Nami had clapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
With steely determination in her eyes and blatantly ignoring Usopp’s desperate pounding and pleas to be let out, she ordered Zoro not to leave the door. No matter what, his debt to triple should he fail. That netted her a begrudging glare until she whispered a few choice comments about the last time the captain had been on a sugar high. It was just unfortunate for them that the Thousand Sunny had multiple exits incorporated into its design, unlike the easy-to-close-off galley they’d had on Merry.
About twenty minutes after they’d made their escape and Usopp’s begging had trailed off into occasional whimpers, the banging and smashing sounds finally stopped. But before anyone could even halfway dream of calm, a new sound rose up from behind the door and the swordsman’s sturdy frame. Luffy, his voice going a mile a minute as he pestered the beleaguered sniper, was indeed running on a cola-fired engine and he showed no sign of slowing down now that his hiccups had cleared up. Too late did Nami remember the door from the galley into the aquarium room and the hidden passage down to the storage hold. Luffy shot onto deck faster than if he’d been fired out of a canon and then hell truly broke loose.
That had been a bit more than four hours ago and the destruction visible on Sunny’s deck – the churned turf, the broken furniture, the bits of exploded paint balls and eggs and who knows what else from Usopp’s arsenal – was only the beginning of the damage. It would take days to fix everything, days and probably some of her hard earned, closely kept money too. Nami let her shaking knees buckle, slid down the side of the cabin to sit. Luffy snored loudly, exhausted now that his cola-given energy had worn off, not ten feet away, his hat resting over his face. At least she had learned, they had all learned – even Franky, who equated cola with ambrosia – a valuable lesson. Never give cola to the captain. Ever.
