MHA #10 - Tuesday Afternoon

[notagoose]

Goose had woken up that morning after sleeping since Friday and he’d forgotten just how wonderful sleep was. Even if … as he had woken, had realised he had fallen asleep in the middle of the bed but he wasn’t too concerned about that … he had managed to fall asleep and … once he checked his wrist communicator, realised that he had slept for four days straight.

He bolted upright at that … he had missed his weekly report to Commander Walsh, actually that was twice in two weeks he’d missed it because the first time had been because he had turned into a small child and then he had spent the next few days being severely sleep deprived and even in that state had decided it was better to just ignore his report for the time being. There were messages from his team … and Commander Walsh and there was even one from Waldo? How much had he missed in the four days he’d been asleep.

After a shower and getting changed into a fresh uniform, Goose realised that he didn’t have much in his kitchen except for some takeaway Chinese food from last week, he was going to have to order more food in. Once he’d finished eating he pulled up his lesson plans for tomorrow and realised that in his sleep deprived state that he had already finished both this week’s and next week’s lesson plans, so now there was nothing to do except go over the messages that he’d missed and see just what had been happening while he was asleep.

[expecting a certain chocobro, but can be open before that]

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[notagoose]

He looked a bit sheepish at that, "uh it was when Doc cooked over a month ago but um .. I haven't tried it since," he went to the oven and despite his temptation to actually just turn it up all the way like he usually did, he did manage to get it to sit at 425, which was probably the first time that had ever actually happened.

"No I guess not," he said softly, "it's...I mean I'm used to it..the looks, the remarks ... .ever since Wolf Den, uh that was the name of the barracks where I was created, most people just see the reminder of the failure, then there are the other Supertroopers, at least the ones who weren't put on ice," he added, "I'm not exactly popular with them either, most of them think I'm a traitor to our kind," he thought back to that one and only time he encountered Darkstar that very first Parents Weekend while he had been a student. "I guess I haven't really figured out where I'm supposed to belong,"

"I don't believe so," he said as he considered Ignis' final question as he tried to recall, "I believe you mentioned you were in the military though,"

[chef_chocobro]

Well, if that all didn't just confirm Ignis' suspicions that he should try and find a way for Goose and Prompto to become more acquainted. Of course, Prompto was not nearly as open to talking about his own status in that regard, but, also, even knowing there was a common thread there was still pretty new to him, having been protected from it his entire life until Fandom decided to change that, while it was clearly something that Goose had been living with directly for most of his.

He gave a soft, thoughtful hum, glancing over to the oven to see if Goose actually did set it right, nodded with satisfaction to see that he had, and then gestured toward where he'd set up a cutting board and knife, and placed the potatoes nearby. "Next," he instructed, "we'll want to cut the potatoes into cubes. Some recipes will suggest peeling them, but I've always been rather fond of the texture and nuitrients added by leaving the skins on. It also adds just a rather appealing rustic charm, if you ask me...

"And, yes, military," he added, "Kingsglaive specifically, which is a regiment focused mainly on being bodyguards to the king, or, in my case, the crown prince. A very close-knit group, which consists of myself, Gladio, and Prompto, who are both also teaching with me here, although, clearly, not in my community center class. The Crownsguard, our military as a whole, has always prided themselves in the strength of that the individual might offer to the group as a whole. We aren't a large army, but we are a proud and fiercely loyal sort, and have been for centuries.

"The Empire, on the other hand," and here was the meat of this particular point, even if they hadn't gotten yet to the meat of the dish, "approaches their armed forces in a way that you might be a bit more familiar with. 'Supertroopers,' as you call them. Only back home, they're Magitek troopers, or MTs, for short, which is a rather effective commentary on their supposedly empty nature, as they are regarded little more than robotic fodder, soulless drones to be expendible and dispensible and innumerable."

[notagoose]

Goose listened as Ignis explained about cutting the potatoes and attempted to cut his, even though his didn’t really look like cubes, they were were a mix of uneven shapes that were more like squares or rectangles. His cutting skills clearly needed work.

“I suppose that was supposed to be the plan with us in my world,” he said as Ignis explained his role in the military and his world’s experience with genetically engineered soldiers , “they never got the chance to complete the program, to replace us once we outlived our usefulness,” he considered, “there have been attempts to recreate the program, to get it up and running again, my most recent mission I swear I can write, really involved trying to hunt down mobsters who broke into our main research lab and stole one of the formulas, it was only fortunate that it was an early model and couldn’t be effective - “

Even though as he said it, he kept thinking back to those weekends where he’d had children show up and one of them had been his daughter with Darkstar, who had revealed that she’d been created in a lab using their DNA - at some point they were going to be able to recreate the formula, at least enough that they’d create his daughter. That was of course assuming it hadn’t already happened yet if it was going to happen at all.

[chef_chocobro]

"There's no need to rush into dicing," Ignis offered mildly, as he considered both Goose's words and his potatoes. "Be sure to take care to make consistent, even cuts. That way, the potatoes will cook more evenly, and make for a more cohesive meal."

A metaphor to life that he felt would be entirely lost to Goose, at least at this point in his life, but that wasn't going to stop him from making it, especially if they worked as little breadcrumbs along the way to eventually lead him to the realization.

As for the rest, well...

...he was certainly not doing anything to tamper down potential machinations of bringing Goose and Prompto together somehow.

"We had spies actually break into a Niflheim facility about twenty years ago," Ignis noted. "They were able to steal much more than a simple formula, though. They managed to liberate an entire specimen.

"Once you're finished with the potatoes, let's put some water on the stove to boil for them."

[notagoose]

Goose tried to take it much slower, which ... as Ignis no doubt had already figured out, he wasn't known for his patience so it did take him a bit longer to figure out the cutting but he did eventually figure out how to get them cut so that they at least resembled cubes this time.

He tilted his head as he listened, "we never had anyone break into Wolf Den, well there was a doctor who looked after us when we were kids and he spoke up about how we were treated but ... it didn't end well for him," he said softly as he remembered Max, who had been executed on trumped up treason charges.

Even though it was only cause a further identity crisis when he eventually found out that not only Max was still alive at this point, Commander Walsh had also helped him fake his death in addition to the whole whole secretly being his father thing.

"What happened to the specimen your spies found?" he was curious, wondering what happened to someone when they were freed like that.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis smiled a little softly, maybe a little wryly, at realizing the trap he'd inadvertently created for himself there. He was certainly not about to reveal Prompto's secrets to someone he didn't know, but he supposed his answer could be sufficiently vague enough to satisfy Goose's natural curiosity on the topic.

"He was adopted by a nice Lucian family and raised to be a fine young man," he offered, "even earning himself a position of high regard within the Crownsguard. Surprisingly proficient with guns and tech, although perhaps not actually that surprising at all. All things considered, one might go so far as to say it's rather in his blood."

There was a faint, considering pause.

"He was not aware of any of it, though, until a few years ago. It was, needless to say, quite the shock..."

[notagoose]

“Oh,” Goose said softly as he listened to what happened, he had only ever known Wolf Den and being trained for one sole purpose, he wondered what that would have been like, experiencing a normal life.

“It …I …it would have been,” he said softly, “I never …” he stopped, “I mean we knew what we were, what was expected ..if we didn’t excel, well … I knew Supertroopers who didn’t make it because they weren’t strong enough,”

He paused, “I suppose the closest I’ve got to a family is my team …I never thought that was possible before,”

[chef_chocobro]

"The world," said Ignis, drawling it slightly, "or, I suppose, more appropriately, the multiverse...is full of possibilities, Mr. Gooseman. And it's a shame that so many of use find ourselves in situations where we don't realize it until much, much later..."

He then gave a nod to the pot on the stove. "Check and see if the water is boiling yet," he instructed mildly. "If it is, it's time to throw the potatoes in to soften."

[notagoose]

Goose considered Ignis’ words as he glanced at the pot, almost surprised to see it bubbling and so far his walls hadn’t caught fire, “oh Doc was right, it does boil,” he remarked a bit sheepishly as he put in the potatoes, “last time I was home Doc tried to teach Niko…she’s …she’s,” Goose definitely fumbled a bit there at the mention of her name and could feel himself blushing, someone had a bit of a crush there, “um she’s part of my team,” he finally finished, “…he uh tried to teach us how to cook, my uh apartment walls got a bit singed from boiling water,” because of course it had.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis, after a moment of being quietly amused by the awkward and telling catches in Goose's explanation there, took a moment to observe the walls of the kitchen, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and tilted his head with a concerned look on his face.

Rare were the times when Ignis Sciencia was rendered speechless for even the briefest of moments, Goose. Consider yourself lucky.

"I...." he finally managed, "am far more curious as to how that might even be possible than I should be, and yet I am, simultaneously, not in the least bit surprised. But they do say a watched pot never boils, so let us merely attribute our success to the engaging conversation we've been having in the meantime.

"The potatoes shouldn't take long," he said. "Only about five minutes, so," he handed Goose a small cooking timer that he'd brought along, "set this so we don't merely trust ourselves to fate and intuition."

[notagoose]

It was Goose we were talking about after all, the man was a complete disaster, no one knew how he managed to do half the things that he did.

Goose was really fascinated by the small timer, “you can use this to time things?” said the guy who had just admitted that between him and Niko they had managed to singe the walls of his apartment mostly because they had been impatient and had definitely tried Doc’s patience, more than once. Doc completely sympathised with you Ignis.

[chef_chocobro]

"Correct," Ignis confirmed with a nod, now feeling the need to throw literally every task-management device to be found in a kitchen at Goose in a desperate attempt to eck some sort of control and success out of him. "You simply turn the dial to the amount of time required and set it aside, so you need not be worried about forgetting while attending to something else. A little bell will ring when the time is up, reminding one to stay on task. So, as I said, set it for five minutes, and while we wait on that, we can start to prepare some ground beef for the filling of our savory pie."

A bold move, indeed, introducing elements of multitasking into this kitchen.

[notagoose]

Goose and control did not really go in the same sentence.

His eyes were wide as he set the timer as instructed, there was almost something child like as watched the timer set. Well in a way he was still very much a child, since he did not actually have a childhood so there were still many new concepts that he was learning and figuring out.

He managed to avoid the temptation of resetting the timer though, so maybe he did have a bit of self control …maybe if you looked hard enough.

“You can do multiple things at once?” Goose had not heard of the concept of multitasking it seemed.