C H E F ★ R I N

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

Hell yeah there’s a pool here. Pool senses are a-tingling. But not really. This guy isn’t Haru from that one swimming anime or anything. No way… Why isn’t there a surfing anime yet?

"There… ain’t a pool. Tch, terrible, I tell ya, man! Y’ can’t surf in a pool ‘cause there ain’t no waves, even I know that! Yeesh, and people call me dumb.”

Now, now, Mizuchi, don’t be rude. Or, well, he didn’t mean it like that but he should at least keep his thoughts to himself. The surfer wandered around for a while longer before making a beeline towards the fridge.

"Nah, teachin’ just ain’t my thing! Y’ gotta ‘ave a gift for somethin’ then train hard t’ sharpen that skill, yeah? That’s what I did! I mean, I’m not the worst teacher but I’m not exactly a Super High-School Level Teacher or whatever th’ shit. Y’ get my drift?"

If only Rin could borrow slash steal the surfboard, it’s missing! The goddamn bear probably got uber jealous of his relationship with Umeboshi-chan so it whisked it away. Stupid bear.

"Uhh… ‘bout that… I’m ‘appy ‘nuff with the money I already have! I guess I need a bit more t’ support m’ family but I don’t think I’ll go as far as t’ set up a school. Not everyone wants t’ go surfin’ either… I’m all up for teachin’ friends though!"

I’m sorry to burst your bubble but pens and pencils exist. Mizuchi’s perfectly fine with using those. They don’t smell terrible at all. The boy messed up the tidiness of the fridge once more before slamming it shut. Don’t be surprised if he opens it again five minutes later.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD #i have writers block

Something other than markers smell gross. Chlorine smells gross. Y'know what contains chlorine? Pool water. Too bad they don't have a pool! Wait...That's a good thing.

"...Eh? Ah, nii-san, I was just kidding, ehehe! Of course you can't surf in pools..."

I mean, you can surf in pools. Aren't there pools made for surfing or whatever? Mizuchi would probably know.

The tiny chef stepped over to the bin to dispose of her ramune bottle. On the way over, she checked on the cake, as one usually does. Look at it rise!

"Hmm. The timer says it's got about fifteen minutes left! Time sure goes by pretty fast, huh?"

Cakes. Cakes are sweet (sometimes). You can make cakes. Sometimes you can make cakes in cooking school. Since Rin has many cooking schools, I guess she kinda didn't realise that not everyone wants to open up a school relating to their profession. Oh, well.

"No surfing school? Aw, that's a shame! I would totally go to your surfing school if you opened one!"

She would go to Mizuchi's surfing school if he opened one. Though he won't. Rin probably wouldn't have even had the time to go. But, since they're stuck in this prison, they have all the time in the world...Wait, there isn't anywhere to surf.

"Sorry about making you wait for this cake, Mizuchi-niisan! I'm hungry...I'm sorry if you don't like the cake either! I can make another one, if you'd like, ehe."

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

"Nah, ‘s cool, man! I know how y’ feel. ‘Can’t fuckin’ surf here so I’ve gotta put up with the baths… For now, ‘f course. Hafta find a pool sooner or later. I’d say beach but I’m pretty sure there ain’t no beaches in buildings."

It’s as if he knows that there’s a pool. He can just smell it… Okay, wow, creepy. No, he just believes in himself that much. That might just get him killed one day.

And as soon as his name came out of her mouth, he spat his drink out in surprise. (Don’t worry, he spat away from Rin. No ramune-drenched chefs.) Again, he never ever ever expects anyone to actually call him that. Unlike Holly, she said it in a more… mischievous way? Is that how one would put it? Rin, you’re going to die. You shouldn’t have called him that.

"Well… Shit. Hell fuckin’ YEAH I’m a surfer!! ‘s me! Ahem… Yeah…!"

Sorry, he’s still trying to get over the fact that she’s calling him that. Mizuchi is a giant nerd. Surprise. Don’t even say that you knew that.

"Uhh, cool! Sportspeople… Nice. I’d totally sign somethin’ for ‘em but… The whole trapped-in-prison is still a thing, yeah? Bummer. Hahaha, sucks t’ be them!"

His actual reason is that he doesn’t want her to pull out a permanent marker or anything. He hates those things. Mizuchi wiped at his mouth with his sleeve then quickly finished off the contents of the bottle, disposing it in the bin right after. This guy doesn’t litter, no sirree. Probably only because he keeps finding trash in the ocean.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD #i have writers block

They have a pool here? Rin discovered most places in this prison (courtesy of that trusty map) and she knew they had baths, but a pool? Luxurious.

"You want to find a pool? If you want, we could go exploring together later! Although, I didn't see a pool on our maps, ehh. C-Can you surf in a... pool?"

Of course you can surf in a pool, right? Poor surfer! Can't even surf! Would he even be allowed to use his surfboard - That could be considered a weapon, y'know.

"...Ah! Hey, nii-san, have you ever taught about teaching people how to surf? Ehehe! "

She thinks she's gonna get a free lesson now. Only joking. Rin never even thought about surfboards. Are there any at this place? Maybe she'll just borrow Mizuchi's surfboard. Yeah.

Tiny chef hasn't even been surfing before. She's a real good swimmer, yeah, but surfing...I'm not too sure about that. This 'free lesson' thing isn't even guaranteed. Mizuchi would be the perfect teacher, right?

"Maybe when we get out of here, you can open a surfing school and sign things! You'd earn lots of money and make so many people happy, ehehe!"

Dammit Rin, why'd you mention signing things! With permanent markers and such! Hey, she wouldn't know about how he hates them. But still! Ooh, she's gonna make him mad and then he's gonna murder her. Yep, it's confirmed that's how she's gonna die, it'll be a mention of permanent markers and then - BAM! - Oh, she's dead.

When's that cake gonna be ready?

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

Rin, please. Even though he isn’t the smartest, even Mizuchi knew that you had to wait for the cake to fully rise but you have to do a little dance too. He knew everything about caking. Baking. Whatever. You also ‘gotta have a feast’. No, wait, it’s yeast. Oops.

"Yeah, yeah, chill, I know that!"

Yeah, Rin, calm down, no need to make such a fuss. Overreacting much. Unless there’s a fire in here and they have to eat the cake in a limited time.

"Nah, ‘s just Ryuujin. I’m pretty sure that Japanese people don’t ‘ave no middle names. Why the hell would mine be lesser anyway? Ryuujin’s just fine. Ryuujin-san… Or maybe even Mizuchi, yeah? Mizuchi-niisan…”

Don’t do it, Rin. The last person to call him that was Holly and she’s dead. It’s all his fault. Goddamnit… But, seriously, he didn’t actually think she would call him that? Damn. Also, he’s lying. His middle name is obviously mister surfer duderino el grande. Having a foreign parent is weird.

He took a quick sip before leaning onto the counter and letting out a deep sigh. Didn’t anybody watch the news? Mizuchi’s almost always being interviewed. Well, to be more exact, on the sports news, that is.

"I’m a surfer! ‘aven’t ya heard ‘f me? Even I know who you are! I just… didn’t remember y’r name. Pastry kid, a’ight? I know I’m right!"

Don’t call the cake a goddamn concoction. It sounds like she’s trying to poison him— Oh, if that’s her goal then, by all means, feel free to do that.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD

Rin is such a know-it-all like damn. Or maybe just Captain Obvious. She never knew you had to do a dance or whatever. Groovy in the kitchen. Not too groovy, though. Rin's always just excited about baking, rather than fussed. It's been a while, y'know. She was never informed on the kitchen being opened - It was only until ... Yeah. Baking is a daily routine for her. Tiny chef is really excited.

"...Heh, ahh, sorry! I-I'm just ... I've missed baking, that's all..."

Hey Mizuchi! Don't be mean to the tiny girl, geez! She just wants to bake. Actually, nah, be as mean as you want, she's used to it.

"...Oh? Ryuujin-san? M-Mizuchi? ... Mizuchi-niisan it is!"

She could've sworn she heard someone call him lesser Ryuu, but she chooses not to bring it up. Perhaps it's an inside joke or something. Mizuchi-niisan is perfect. She's going to call him that forever now. Rin loves nicknames.

"...Mizuchi-niisan is a surfer? Hmm..."

C'mon Rin, you know this guy! I mean, you've heard of him. Think about it, yo! Thinking, thinking...

"...Ah! Yes, I knew I recognised your name, I know you! One of my friends wants to be a sports person...An athlete. Well, you're a role model to my friend, niisan. She would be so jealous of me right now, ehe!"

She takes a sip of her ramune before realising she just finished the whole thing. Oh well! The tiny girl wanders over to the oven to check on the cake (which has barely been in the oven for more than five minutes). Time to wait for that cake to finish. Patience is a virtue, or something.

Then she can poison the surfer.

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

Hell YEAH he’s cool and you know it, Rin. Mizuchi is So Cool. So Swaggy. So Funky Fresh! Okay, I’ll stop doing that. No, I won’t.

Surprise, Mizuchi is actually the SHSL Pastry Critique Person Dude. Sorry, Rin, but he’s going to judge her so harshly. If only… This guy is satisfied with food in general so it’s not a feat to please him.

"Nah, ‘s cool. I getcha, Takahashi-chi. Takaha-chi. You’ve got every right t’ be upset or whatever, I getcha. I just want the cake— I mean yeah cake is nice! And so was Holly-chi but she… Uh… I’d rather not say."

Smooth. While listening to Rin, Mizuchi looked through the fridge, in search for the ramune that’s waiting for him. The best way to start the day is to have pocky and ramune. He snatched the closest bottle and made his way back to the chef, although, he’s more focused on the cake. Or the making of it. Same thing.

"Hmm? Cake? Right, right! The cake. The one you’re bakin’. The cake you are bakin’. That cake. Hahah, sorry, ‘m kinda hungry and… Yeah! Cake.”

He’s doing so well. First impressions, or first impressions while not in a trial to catch a murderer, are going great.

Wait. Hold on. What did she just call him?

"Er… Th’ name’s… Ryuujin. Ryuujin Mizuchi. Not… lesser Ryuu. I dunno where you got that from but I’m pretty sure that ain’t my name.”

He’s so dumb but no regrets here. Mizuchi has obviously not realized what Ryuu has been calling him this entire time and he isn’t going to anytime soon.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD #terribly sorry #i have writers block

Finally finishing the cake batter she was whisking, Rin grabbed a baking pan from one of the cupboards. She retrieved some baking paper and started to pour the mixture into the pan. Careful with that.

“You hungry? Sorry, you’ll have to wait around… half an hour. Then, you can have as much as you want!”

Let’s hope surfer wants a lot. Hopefully he likes whipped cream cakes. If not…well, more for Rin!

“Wait…You’re lesser Ryuujin? Oh, that’s really rude of me! I’m sorry Ryuujin-san…Or, eh…What would you like me to call you?”

Opening the door, Rin slides the filled pan into the preheated oven. Time to wait. Waiting in suspense more like it. Will Mizuchi like the concoction?

Taking off the oven mitts, Rin began cleaning up the kitchen. After washing up and setting down some utensils, the tiny chef also went to the fridge to have some ramune. Drinking the cold beverage, she approached Mizuchi. Time to go fishing. Fishing for a potential new friend, that is.

“So, Ryuujin-san, what is it you do for a living?”

Maybe he really is the SHSL Pastry Critique Person. Or SHSL Funky Fresh Dude.

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洋菓子マウンテンケーキ (by GenJapan1986)

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

Haha, tiny chef almost ruined her cake. Wait. No. That’s bad.

"Aw shoot, man, sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean t’ startle you or anythin’."

Goddamnit, Mizuchi. Stop ruining people’s creations. What can he do? Apart from surf that is. He can probably make an omelette and grill fish… Oh! He can make sashimi. That too. He’s not so useless after all. Mizuchi rocks on his heels, trying to remember why the girl looked so familiar…

"That’s right! You’re th’ girl who called me out in th’ trial! What the hell, man? Wait— No, I’ve got this. I can remember your name… Iiiit’s… Ren— No, Rin! Yeah! Well, I meant Takahashi-chi but whatever."

He shrugs and paces around the kitchen a bit before continuing.

"So… Uhh… ‘bout that cake… Are ya thinkin’ of… Hmm… Maybe… sharin’ it with any of us? By us, I mean me?”

"Hahaha!! Get it? Sharin’? Sha-Rin? I’m hilarious!”

The only thing I can truly say right now is: I’m glad we share the same sense of humor.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD

Geez, this guy is huge. Almost as huge as Rin.

"Oh, ehe, don't worry! You're cool."

Luckily enough, the tall guy didn't scare Rin so much as to make her spill all the contents of the mixing bowl onto the floor. Nobody would be able to enjoy any cake, now would they? Then again, the pastry chef could make more. Wayyy more. Maybe this tall guy is a tough critique.

Turning around to face him, she grabbed her mixing bowl and began to whisk the ingredients again.

"Me? Yes, I'm Rin!"

She stops stirring the batter to get a better look at the texture. Keep stirring, Rin.

"...Hmm? I'm sorry about the trial! Really! Holly Spencer was my first roommate, y'know? And I thought you were making fun of her...Sorry."

Rin increases her whisking speed. Gotta go fast. Hopefully surfer didn't think she was rude. But then again, he claims she was. Wow. Rin really is rude. Damn.

"You want some of my cake? Well, sure you can! First I gotta finish this batter though, and then bake the thing."

"Oh, right! You're lesser Ryuu, aren't you?"

Oh my god.

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各種ケーキ

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

Wait, shoot, that title doesn’t work because he’s not a Vocaloid producer. Too bad she’s dead. RIP in peace, Saki.

Anyway! The morning announcement just played and he’s awake. For once. He usually sleeps in for a bit longer but, damn, he doesn’t want to miss breakfast. So, before the doors close, Mizuchi makes his way to the kitchen. Yeah, the food that was served wasn’t that bad but seriously? They had ramune in that fridge. Who the hell is going to drink that? It’s not even on the goddamn menu. So it’s all his. And maybe Ryuu’s. Might as well share, right?

And just as he was about to rummage through the refrigerator for the drink that wasn’t officially his, Mizuchi found a small girl already making a mess in there. Not literally. Baking industry sure is harsh. You have to have everything neat and tidy or else you’ll be considered unsanitary and shut down. Does that rule work here too? Oh, well, tiny pastry chef, cook away. Just kidding, Mizuchi’s going to bug her. He leaned over her shoulder, which isn’t very hard to do considering their height difference, to take a look at what she’s making.

"Whatcha cookin’, man? I would’ve said good-lookin’ but that’s me and I'm not cookin'.”

Mizuchi Ryuujin, disturbing creative geniuses since elementary, reporting for duty.

#text #Ryuujin Mizuchi #shslsurferboy #POD

Since all these damn students were trapped in this damn prison with no escape, there really wasn't anything to do. And that bugged Rin. She always needs to be doing something. Why not do something productive? With the kitchen finally opened, it was an invitation for the pastry chef to do what she does best. Time to cook!

So, after consideration of what to create, she gathered a (small) variety of ingredients. Compared to Rins (multiple) bakeries, this kitchen hardly had the essentials. But she was content with what she had.

Whilst whipping some cream and sugar, the small girl didn't realise the sneaky surfer behind her. Sneaky. Suddenly startled by his presence, the small chef jumped and almost dropped the bowl she was holding.

"Whaa-!"

Get a grip, Rin.

"Hey there! I-I'm just cookin' a cake over here. Eheh~"

Smooth.

#text #execution #Dark Woods Chorus #POD

Execution 1: Dark Woods Chorus

(tw: horror, acid burns, mention of body horror)

{COMMENCING EXECUTION OF SAKI SHIMODA… DARK WOODS CHORUS}

The lights came up on the execution, but just barely. Saki was shown to have been tossed to the floor of a dark forest. As she began to stand up, a sound faded in. Was that… circus music?

{♪♪♪}

#text #monofile #Holy Spencer #POD

MONOFILE ONE: HOLY SPENCER

VICTIM: Holly Spencer, SHSL F1 Racer

PLACE OF DEATH: Kitchen (located in the cabinet)

TIME OF DEATH: 12:10 pm

CAUSE OF DEATH: Head trauma

STATE OF BODY: Obvious head trauma, various scratches on her arms and body, a mysterious purple substance coated on her.

SCENE OF THE CRIME: The door to the kitchen has been forced over, several things in the area have been knocked over, a meat cleaver is lodged in the wall, and there’s more purple substance everywhere.

#text #execution #The Queen of Blades #POD

Execution 0: The Queen of Blades

With the motive in play, almost all of the students were stuck in your assigned groups, unable to part from another as much as they all would have liked to. By the time that most groups had retreated to their cells, there was a loud stomp of feet, and a loud voice resonating throughout the prison.

“MONOBEAR YOU RATCHET PIECE OF FUCKIN’ SHIT, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!”

Well wasn’t someone just enthusiastic to summon up the bear. What was going on here…?

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