╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena had spent most of the day in her room, just vegging put with her bong and watching videos in bed. But, eventually, she needed to eat. She didn't really bother changing outfits, which meant putting anything on over her underwear. Most of the team were girls and the one guy on it...well, she really didn't care. Even less so with how high she was right now. She stepped outside her room into the common area, making her way to the little kitchenette. There wasn't really a cook range, but, they did have an electric skillet, microwave, and toaster oven along with a full-size fridge and sink with four cabinets and a small pantry. Basically, just enough to make sure they could store things like snacks and leftovers as well as drinks and heat anything they needed. She made her way to the fridge and began rummaging around it, just looking for something she could just eat without any prep. She hadn't put in her extensions so far today, so, her hair was just barely down to her shoulders, both ears flopping about lazily as she moved around. ╚═════════════TEAM: RVEE═════════════╝ PC: 59 OOC:
With headphones in her ear, she would head to the dorm with her bookbag purpse strapped to her waist. She had nothing else better to do now. She hoped at least this wasn't going to end up with an annoyance. She just wanted to relax and have fun for the rest of the day. She had on a black crop top shirt with some purple jean shorts and fishnet tights. Her hair was in a messy bun and she looked as if she needed a picker upper. Entering into the dorm, she would look and stop to see the rabbit in the fridge. Stopping for a moment, she would titlt her head. “Why not just order food. Vacuo Dash is a thing” She commented simply. .. OOC: Lemme know if need fixing. it made sense in my head.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2020 10:31 am
With a huge Grin and messy clothes, Maokai entered the room seeing both Violet and Rena already there “aaaahhh that was a great fight! But now I gotta go take a shower so I will be right back” with a weird little laugh he went right into the shower and about ten minutes later he went out wearing gray sweatpants and a black and tight shirt, showing off some of his abs through it “are we ordering food? heard you girls talking and if you do plan on ordering something count me in!” with a big toothy smile he stretched, it was finally time to relax. Post count: 29 Out Of Chomps:
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena heard the door open as Violet came in, asking her about ordering something, followed shortly by Maokai who smelled like sweat. Honestly, all that was in there that was hers was some fruit, some of which needed tossing. She grabbed a peach that was still good and trashed the rest, wiping the shelf down."Yeah, but, it's ******** expensive. Honestly, be better if we ordered pizza and split the bill. But, not sure my stomach can handle pizza right now. Maybe we can do a split pizza for you two and I'll just order pasta with it. Think we got a coupon around here for that Pop's Pizza place. And they discount to Beacon students. So...waaay cheaper."She stretched lazily before fishing around in one of the drawers to see if she could find the coupon. ╚═════════════TEAM: RVEE═════════════╝ PC: 60 OOC:
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2021 8:38 am
Widget sometimes hated she couldn't bring her suit up with her. It was simply too bulky to fit, so, she had to leave it in one of the workshops on campus. Of course, it was marked as off limits so no one would mess with it and the power source removed, locked up in a cabinet. She also made sure to lock the joints and had a simple alarm system to deter anyone thinking about tampering with it. It was no longer her baby. That was buried hundreds of feet below the surface now and likely crushed beyond repair. But, this was her main way of being useful on jobs and what protected her from the dangers of her idiotic idea to attend Beacon. But, it meant that times like this, when she was moving electronics and mechanical material up to her room to tinker with, it was an ordeal. Sure, she had a cart, but, she was small and physically weak so, even with one, it was slow going as it took a great deal of effort to get it to move without losing control. But, she finally made it.
She parked the cart in the common room and began unloading everything. Though, not before removing her goggles. She'd personally seen to the removal of nearly every source of light inside the main area and literally every single one in her room and bathroom. This was the only place she had where she could safely remove her goggles due to her severe photosensitivity. As she began moving things, she muttered quietly to herself."Off."As she did, the nightlights scattered about that she'd installed sensors on so they'd turn on when the front door opened, suddenly cut off, plunging the area into about as dark as possible. A single very dim plug-in night light in the opposite corner of the common room remained on and provided all the light her eyes needed in order to see. In her room, the source of light was a dozen or so glow in the dark stars. Those ones you stuck to the ceiling. Her bathroom only had four. But, it was enough for her to see with, even read. She'd only just moved into this room, but, had made quick work modifying it to her needs and getting her things moved in. Hopefully, the others would be understanding. She had left a note covered in tiny neat lines of curvy text informing them of her eyesight and the modifications she'd made and left it taped to the door.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:41
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
►►►VS Average or below skill Personal or Basic commercial (The average Joe dabbling in setting up their own systems without advanced formal education or individual shop tier business systems) Result of above 5 = Success
►►►VS Educated individual to Mid-Tier Business (Someone who is trained and educated in the design of the system or a local non-corporate significant office/warehouse) Result of above 10 = Success
►►►VS Higher-tier Business or non-critical government grade systems (Regional, District, or Headquarters sites or immediate Access Government systems such as Police, Mail, or other Public Services, this also extends to Private Security systems for individuals in government, such as one's personal laptop, but not something that would be kept secure on site in a government facility) Result of above 15 = Success
The day had gone by quickly, and Shamilla headed back to her dorm with the week's groceries in tow as she hauled the supplies of food and snacks up the apartment complex. When she arrived at the doorstep, she noticed a low hum coming from their dorms, and her eyes peeked down to find that the lights were off, except for a very faint glow of yellow light. This immediately piqued her interest, but not one to think it was an intruder, she got her dorm key, which hung on a loose necklace chain around her neck, and turned it into the keyhole. A gust of wind burst from the dorms, which was still bathed in the eerie light, and she squinted her eyes, hoping to find someone amidst the main livingroom. She moved in, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any signs of movement. It was then that she found her eyes staring at a piece of taped paper on one of the doors. It seemed Widget, her new roommate, had been up to something. She carefully removed her shoes and placed it at the entrance rack, and carefully placed the groceries on at the door and proceeded to close the door. The whole place had been lit by stars, which adorned the walls of the livingroom and Widget's room in particular, since she could see an even brighter glow coming from the bottom crack of her room's doorway.
She waited till the lights came into focus with her eyes, then knocked on Widget's door, "Widget, are you in there?" She said cautiously, for she didn't know if the little girl was busy or not. She could hear various digital noises coming from her room, which meant she was working on something, most likely involving her contraption of a suite. That thing was the only thing that kept Widget capable of fighting alongside them in Beacon, so she made sure not to disrupt her whenever she was doing repairs or upgrades on them. She waited in the low-lighted environment that was their dorm, keenly putting her ears to the door and listened intently for any signs of movement. She had hoped the others would come back soon to help her out with dinner. But it looked as if Widget had been the only one here, so she tried to plan it out in her head how she would get her to help her choose what to make for dinner that evening. It was already nearing evening, and the paper bag still sat in the cool hallway. She did not dare move them whilst still in the dark, as she might trip, rip the bag and spew the contents everywhere. She needed little Widget to get the lights back on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2021 12:31 pm
Widget was in the middle of finishing setting up her main terminal when the front door opened, though, she didn't really pause, simply kept working. At least until a knock came at her door, followed by someone calling her name. She finished with the current cords she was dealing with and wedged her mattress under the table the terminal was on before ducking and crawling under the mass of tables set up in her room. She opened the door, but, immediately paused as she saw the glow of the hallway light. The door closed again and she ducked back for her goggles and returned to the door, putting them on before opening it properly. "Yes? Could you close the door please? It's too much light for my eyes and I'd rather be able to not wear my goggles while in the dorm. And, if this is about the lighting, I did leave a note. Normal lighting will blind me without my goggles, so, I had all but the kitchen counter lights removed. On."As she said the word, the night lights scattered about the common room turned on, providing a very dim, but functional amount of light."Those were supposed to turn on when the door opened. I will fix it in the next day or so."Honestly, if the young woman at her door hadn't been so close, she probably would have failed to hear Widget speak, the smaller girl's voice barely above a breathy whisper.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:43
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
►►►VS Average or below skill Personal or Basic commercial (The average Joe dabbling in setting up their own systems without advanced formal education or individual shop tier business systems) Result of above 5 = Success
►►►VS Educated individual to Mid-Tier Business (Someone who is trained and educated in the design of the system or a local non-corporate significant office/warehouse) Result of above 10 = Success
►►►VS Higher-tier Business or non-critical government grade systems (Regional, District, or Headquarters sites or immediate Access Government systems such as Police, Mail, or other Public Services, this also extends to Private Security systems for individuals in government, such as one's personal laptop, but not something that would be kept secure on site in a government facility) Result of above 15 = Success
She looked around the tiny girl's room for a few seconds, taking in the scene of what she was doing, before her eyes shifted to Widget herself. "Just wanted to ask you what you wanted for dinner tonight?" She asked as she poked one of the stars that was close to the doorway they converged at, "We have ravioli pasta, chicken drumsticks, rib-eye steak or salmon fillet." She said, briskly listing the available meals she bought over with one of the two grocery bags still stationed at the entrance, "We even have some peach mango cake for dessert." She doubled back after going through her shopping list in her head. Widget looked pretty busy, so she wasn't go to disturb her any further. After she awaited the little lady's response, she would leave to go and go prepare the food in the kitchen, which still had its original lights on, as Widget mentioned. She noticed she did a lot of work setting up these lights, and wasn't planning on complaining about them. They did provide feasible lighting, and they didn't get in the way of anything, so she was completely fine with the overall setup. She didn't know how their other roommates would take it, but they would take their commentary as they went, and preferably with a grain of salt.
Shamilla did take one habit she was raised with since she was young up until her young adult years, and that was the tastes of royalty. This was an opportunity to show her teammates what she could do food-wise and show them her personal skills as a cook. Raised with rich delicacies and elaborate meals, Shammy loved to cook, and since this was the very first weekend evening she could spend time with with her new team, she decided to surprise them and make something good for their stomachs. Though of course, this was something that she only recently got into, she was rather new at the aspect of cooking, but that didn't deter her enthusiasm for starting with something basic but nutritious. It seemed only yesterday that she had been preparing her 'So Long' meal with priest guardian and the rest of the convent, just before she left for Beacon. The scallops turned out a bit shriveled from too much heat too fast, but otherwise they turned out fine after the sauce was added. The convent didn't seem to notice how the meal was practically flash-cooked, and she was pleased with the passable results all the same. Now after several weeks into being at Beacon, she was now ready to try again with her chef skills. She planned to cook other meals since she brought several options to cook from.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2021 3:41 pm
Widget cocked her head a little at the topic of dinner. Was it really that late already? Not that this would be the first time she's gone a full day without food. It actually wasn't uncommon for her. Probably contributed to her lack of height and certainly to her being underweight. She knew she was unhealthily underweight, though, she wasn't at risk for anything serious as it was."Steak. Not sure how you managed to get any. Really expensive and hard to get. But, if you got some, best use it before it has a chance to go bad."A tidbit of information replayed in her mind from...who knew how far back. But, as she recalled, a sixteen ounce steak ran somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred and thirty six thousand Lien at grade A. Still, if the girl wanted to spend so much on food, that was her choice. Once the front door was closed, Widget removed her goggles. The entry way walls blacked the majority of the kitchen lights and, while still brighter than Widget liked, it was bearable without her goggles, so long as she stayed on this half of the dorm. She simply crawled back under the tables, returning to her terminal and bed, not bothering to close her door. If the girl looked back in, she'd see Widget was finishing the setup of her terminal and had a table cloth or sheet over it's table, currently hiked up so she could put some sheets on the mattress underneath and tossed a pillow under there.
TEAM: OSMM
PC:44
GEAR:
♦ Exosuit with gun arm and blade arm ♦ Standard Pistol ♦ Stun Baton ♦ Ballistic and Dust munitions ♦ Heavily Tinted Goggles
►►►VS Average or below skill Personal or Basic commercial (The average Joe dabbling in setting up their own systems without advanced formal education or individual shop tier business systems) Result of above 5 = Success
►►►VS Educated individual to Mid-Tier Business (Someone who is trained and educated in the design of the system or a local non-corporate significant office/warehouse) Result of above 10 = Success
►►►VS Higher-tier Business or non-critical government grade systems (Regional, District, or Headquarters sites or immediate Access Government systems such as Police, Mail, or other Public Services, this also extends to Private Security systems for individuals in government, such as one's personal laptop, but not something that would be kept secure on site in a government facility) Result of above 15 = Success
She cocked her head to the side, looking thoughtful for a moment, "I'm guessing you want the steak first then?" She inquired. She didn't intend for any of the food to go bad, as she intended to cook these meals for the next few days straight, "And of course I wouldn't allow to let all this good food go waste. We'll be having something to eat for the next few days, that's for sure." And on the topic of the steak, Shammy stayed silent, for she had some connections on campus of where she could buy some decent steak for cheap. "We need to bulk up, who knows when our next mission will be." She replied, thinking about her having to bail out of the Northshore mission at the last minute due to feelings of sickness, "I learned its best to be functioning the best that you can be at all times. So starving isn't an option." She said as she turned around to go and pick up the groceries off the floor and to shuffle them off to the mini-fridge. The lights really were bright enough to see now, despite it bothering Widget and the fact that her other teammates knew nothing about the strange lighting. She soon left Widget's room, and made sure preparations of the steak to be marinated properly before being cooked that night was underway.
She chopped off some onions, lemon, Basile and cilantro, put it inside a ziploc bag, then proceeded to stuff the steak and its various liquid-y contents into the bag. She then stuffed it in the fridge, along with the rest of the groceries in an organized fashion. Shamilla had been worried about why she had been feeling off these past few days, and she admitted to herself after she marinated the food that it was possibly just nerves wracking her brain at times like these, and not actually out of nutritional shortage from the lack of good food. Ever since she came to Beacon she couldn't help but obsess over her plans, hoping that she would carry them out till the end. But for how long did she intend to run away from her problems? For as long as it takes, she guessed, seeing as there was no possible solution to any of it any time soon. As soon as she finished stacking up the fridge and closed its door, her scroll device began to ring, and she ended up taking it out of her bag, which was resting at the kitchen counter. It seemed Weapon's classes are up. After washing away the mess at the kitchen sink and making sure her bag was fully loaded with what she needed, she would proceed to indicate to Widget that they had a class that evening, though she was sure she also would have received the same message from her scroll as well, even before knocking at her door to ask her to come to class with her, seeing as they were on the same page.
She took a pack of Peppero from the deflated grocery bag and proceeded to leave with Widget to their next class.....
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