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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SUNDAY

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Breakfast: Vegetable Omelette
Lunch: Bacon and Broccoli Mac and Cheese
Dinner: Rotisserie chicken with asparagus and rice pilaf

MONDAY

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Breakfast: Carrot Cake Pancakes
Lunch: Blue cheese burgers
Dinner: Lamb gyros with french fries

TUESDAY

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Breakfast: Bacon breakfast burritos
Lunch: Chicken and steak tacos
Dinner: Kalua Pork with macaroni salad

WEDNESDAY

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Breakfast: Steak and Egg Scramble
Lunch: Katsu Curry Rice
Dinner: Lemon garlic shrimp pasta

THURSDAY

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Breakfast: Eggs Benedict
Lunch: Strawberry viniagrette salad
Dinner: French cut porkchops with rosemary potatoes

[destroythefuture]

[The box that welcomes him outside his bedroom is a nice surprise. It's big! It's so big there must be something good inside! Excitedly like a kid in Christmas Day, he opens the box and gets its contents out.

It's a golf cart. A freaking golf cart! The Bowler Hat Guy excitedly gets behind the wheel]

This is good! No more walking, I can move everywhere with this.

[When someone comes outside their room, he waves at them, bouncing on his seat]

Look what I got! And it's not even my birthday!

[He's happy with this gift. Soon he starts driving. It's not so difficult -- press the pedal for speed, use the wheel to steer, the other pedal is for the brake...the problem is that this guy doesn't get the hang of it immediately. It would take him a few minutes to get accustomed to driving this.

Unfortunately for him, a lot can happen in a few minutes. The golf cart "speeds" with average speed through the halls of the dormitory building's second floor, with him desperately steering and trying to get it under control. His driving takes him to the balcony, which is open and the banister is too low. He hugs his hat, much to Doris' displeasure]

Doris! Doris, we're gonna die! Aaaaagh!

[Screaming, the guy and his car crash against the banister, make quite the impressive frontal flip, and lands on the grass outside...on its four wheels. He's unharmed! And the golf car is intact! After a moment of disbelief, the man laughs and takes the wheel again, driving in circles on the lawn.

He's getting the hang of driving this thing!]

[preconstruction]

[ okay that's an impressive flip. connor was going to go make sure this guy wasn't dying in the crash or something, but he's apparently still fine and alive eso that leaves the door open for questions not quite as important as "are you okay?" (he's obviously ok). ]

Who is Doris?

[destroythefuture]

Doris? That's my...my...uh...hmmm...

[He stops the car, nervous. Should...should he say anything? As far as everyone's concerned, Doris is just a hat, a normal hat with nothing special, or at least that's what she insisted. The rim of the hat tightens a bit around his head as a warning. The message is clear:

Don't say a word about the hat]

...my...my assistant? Y-Yeah! It's in my hat.

[Yet he managed to misinterpret it as encouragement. Goddamnit]

[preconstruction]

[ in the hat....or is the hat -- connor is a detective!! he sees the normal hat with nothing special tighten around him. hm. ]

Does she help you with the burglary?

[ never gonna give you up ]

[destroythefuture]

She helps me with everything. We're inseparable partners, together for a common cause since like...three days before we arrived here!

[He sounds so earnest and sure of this, he's fully trusting of Doris, almost to a pathetic point]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Are you kidding me?

[Rantaro's inspecting the marshmallow gun that was left outside his dorm this morning. It looks like a children's toy.]

What do they think I look like, an elementary school kid?

[Whatever, it looks like it could be used to ward off "clowns" or something without actually killing them. Plus, other people might turn this into an actual gun. Better keep it in his room.

Later on, in the cafeteria, Rantaro's not sure what to make of today's lunch menu.]

Huh... I've tried weird food before, but this is just silly. Does anyone make this at home?

cafeteria

[swordsinternally]

I certainly don't, that's for sure... the presentation is definitely pretty strange, to say the least.

[covertizer]

[ First thing in the morning, Akira can be found literally sat outside his room with the Box of Random Gifts open and dotted at random intervals around him. Almost tucked into his lap like a precious, loved child is a bag of fresh and wonderful smelling coffee beans, just waiting to be roasted and ground into mugs of fresh, delicious coffee. And by his feet, with a pack of multicoloured whiteboard markers peeking out from it, is a bag - it looks a little like a school bag, with a specific crest on one side of it.

Slightly more notable though might be the X-Acto knife in Akira's hand, which he seems to be spinning around with the kind of care one might give a pencil, not a sharp tipped object, but hey. What could go wrong?

Later, he's at the cafeteria, and his attention seems very much taken by the menu. Both today's, and the menus for the rest of the week. In fact, it looks like his attention keeps being drawn back to Wednesday's menu for some completely unknown reason. ]

Come to think of it, the food was pretty well thought out and prepared last time. I wonder if it'll be the same kind of thing this time around.

a KNIFE

[myliteratureclub]

Oh gosh, you'd ought to be careful with that.

[Boo. It's Monika.]

Looks like you've gotten a lot of gifts today.

food

[swordsinternally]

... What kind of food did they have last time, actually?

[ He can't help but ask, a little bit curious. ]

[covertizer]

[ Boo, Monika!

He gives the blade one last little twirl, before catching it securely around the handle and holding it so that the sharp end only really has any prospect of stabbing the floor if something terrible happened. Safe, and secure. ]

Don't worry, I've got this.

[ And he glances around at the items around him and shrugs. ] Yeah. A lot of them seem kind of random? Like the whiteboard markers. But... it's kinda nice, to wake up to some new stuff. Did you get anything?

[covertizer]

I don't remember all the specifics...?

[ But he can try! For sure! Hm. ]

The menus were laid out like this - three set meals every day. I remember some kind of herb crusted chicken or something, though. [ Because he had to pick the crust off Hollyleaf's portion. ]

[swordsinternally]

Herb crusted chicken is actually pretty good if you know how to make it right, at least.

[starswink]

[Running over to stare down the balcony]

Oh my god! Are you okay?!

[You may be a weird smelly guy but you are still an elder and a big fall is concerning! What if he has a heart attack!]

[covertizer]

The food isn't bad, I'll be honest. If you don't feel like cooking, it'll do.

[swordsinternally]

I'll always feel like cooking, you know. But I shouldn't let food go to waste...

[covertizer]

[ No... cook for him, Shirou...!! ]

Could you incorporate the food they cook into something new and unique?

[ FEED HIM. ]

[swordsinternally]

I mean, I probably could make side dishes to compliment the main dish.

[covertizer]

[ This is fine. ]

Really?

What would you make to complement-- [ Hmmm. Hang on, he's checking the menu, finger tip dragging from the breakfast section all the way down to dinner, before moving back up to tap at the lunch option. ] -- Bacon and Broccoli mac and cheese?

outside dorm

[ososoi]

[ So hey, guess who got the same thing? ]

[ Osomatsu's just testing out his new marshmallow gun on random people and unfortunately, Rantaro is his first target. ]

[ If Rantaro feels something very light hitting him, it's probably because of Oso. ]