WEEK 2

[lockdownmods]

 [ Week 2 has begun. It's quiet and calm on campus so far, and you definitely aren't being called out for more. You know. BS or icebreakers. The wall is still deceptively easy to hop over, the birds are singing, Todd's somewhere on campus.

Welcome to week 2 of classes everyone. ]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES | HAN OFFICE HOURS | MEGUMI OFFICE HOURS

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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[throwabookatit]

[ In the morning, it's. Well, okay, so you walk outside and see a box of things, right? A normal person doesn't exactly freeze up when, while going through it, they come across two things of cup noodles, do they?

But Rebecca does. You can find her for some time before breakfast, just kneeling outside her door at the box, mouth a thin line, hand on one of the cup noodle containers, and...maybe murmuring? Something too soft. Something like, even here, or why are they... something. Maybe a name in there. Probably a name.

This can't last forever. Eventually, she's out of her funk, and back to the kitchen.

You know how it was cooking adventures yesterday? Well, that continues today. After breakfast, Rebecca's back at it, though she's in there for a much sorter time, soon setting out...some kind of stew? There is a fair amount of it, just out in the cafeteria, with a sign (in marker, not crayon, thank god) reading:

Stovies for all! Free to try.
- Rebecca
...So this is what those leftovers were for! At the very least, Rebecca seems in a better mood, with all this. ]

outside her door

[donotlick]

[ Hank got... a lot of weird shit in his box this morning. The least weird of them being a set of women's clothes.

Which, you know, the options on whose they could be are pretty low. Tess doesn't strike him as the "pink" type. Maybe it was Monika's, but Rebecca is his first try here. It's a little awkward when she's looking so upset, but... hey, maybe this'll cheer her up?

He holds out a pink blouse from a box. I mean, it conveniently came in its own box, because I said so. ]

Hey, uh. You know if these are yours?

[throwabookatit]

Of all the- H-hm? [ She looks up, with a start. When she does, her eyes are bright, unnaturally so-- but she blinks that down with a quick breath.

It's fine. Hold it together. Don't think about it. ]

Mister Anderson. I- wh-why yes, wherever did you find them?

[donotlick]

[ He certainly won't ask, it's fine. He knows better than to dig into a lady's business. ]

Just Hank's fine, honestly.

[ He hands her the box. The rest of her outfit is in there, too. ]

It showed up along with a bunch of other crap this morning. You know anybody who wants used pencils, tell 'em I'm their guy.

[throwabookatit]

[ she Will Not call him hank yet, no, he deserves Respect ok ]

Why would they give us...? [ She shakes her head lightly, turning away from her own box of things to look at the clothes. She runs her hand over the headband. ] They're definitely my clothes...though it stands to wonder, why give us any of our things, anyway?

[ And like. Why Take Them but you know ]

outside her door

[ososoi]

[ Oso was just passing by when he sees Rebecca like that and, yeah, that's a little worrying. ]

...Rebecca-san? Ya alright?

[throwabookatit]

[ Give her a moment, just one. She takes a deep breath and quickly turns to look at him. ]

Um. Yes, I just...got distracted, it's fine, Osomatsu.

[ososoi]

Ya sure? 'Cause ya looked like you were mutterin' there. [ There might be something wrong? ]

...What kind of stuff did ya get?

[throwabookatit]

It's fine. Really.

[ It is absolutely not fine, judging by her clipped tone, but she refuses to acknowledge it. ]

Uh, I got...some food, mostly. [ Literally. Mostly food. Mmmmostly. ] Strange, isn't it, since they already feed us.

Outside her door!

[unhalting]

[He's just passing by on the way to the showers but it's hard to miss the moment that Rebecca is having with... some cup noodles? He stops at a distance and watches for a bit as he debates what to do, but he finally decides, letting the sound of his footsteps ring loud and clear as he approaches.]

Hey. You get something weird?

[throwabookatit]

[ She takes a moment to...just not look up, clear her throat. ]

Just- something a little baffling. [ It's stupid, getting so emotional about this. It's stupid. It's stupid, stupid, stupid. ] Just some food, that's all.

[unhalting]

[...]

If it's just food, is there a reason why you're talkin' to it?

[throwabookatit]

I-I'm not talking to it. That would be silly, I'm just- in my own head, that's all.

cafeteria

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I didn't know you could cook....?

[He was just planning on delivering the final draft of his work to Rebecca for editing... but this food looks better than what's been served lately so...]

[throwabookatit]

I'm a grown woman, aren't I? Of course I can cook.

[ Her tone is light while she sets out another bowl of the stew-like food. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I see. I um... know how to cook as well... but not as well as this.

[He can survive comfortably... and that's about it.]

[throwabookatit]

Oh, come now, this isn't anything too special. It's just an ordinary bunch of stovies, yeah?

[ She pauses, a...tickle of a smile rising to her mouth. ]

Though... I do have experience with grown men who can't cook to save their life, so maybe it's not that surprising.

cafeteria

[tannic]

[..........]

Gates, what is this?

[throwabookatit]

You don't have to sound so confused. It's a stovie- a kind of leftover stew.

[tannic]

[He's French. Even when you're poor, food looks like you're about to take a picture of it for a shitty recipe blog where the pictures are gorgeous and artsy but there's like six thousand words of some story about a dead grandmother that nobody cares about because they probably clicked on the link so, y'know. They could get a recipe.

This? This looks like pig slop.]

I see. [It's fine. She wouldn't try to poison everyone, so it has to be edible.] And it's a dish from the British Isles?

[Why Is UK Food Like This, Signed A Frenchman]

[throwabookatit]

[ Grantaire, you need to get your head out of your French expectations, ok.

She nods. ] It's Scottish. Grew up eating it.

[ Why Are The French So Snobby, Signed A UK Woman ]

[yourfuture]

[ in fairness, tess is significantly quieter today than when last they spoke ]

I'll bite, what's a stove-y?

[throwabookatit]

[ Oh, it's. Well, besides reprimanding her and, like, the only other person from the UK here last week, Rebecca's mostly kept from talking to Tess, after she. Completely messed up with that.

And yet, here we are. ]

I always forget they aren't that common outside the UK. It's, uh, a dish made of leftovers, essentially.

[yourfuture]

Oh. So it's... made on the stove. Hence the name. Huh. So kinda like a casserole?

[throwabookatit]

[ you don't have to just SAY it tess ]

Uh, yes, sort of. Though, they always have meat and potatoes, in my experience.