theairlock | Week 2

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Week 2

[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.

All you know is... something has to change soon.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[Oh hello, cool nectar of the gods. Junpei just holds onto the bottle for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the familiar grooves, before nudging the refrigerator door shut.]

Worse than I probably look. More like I didn't survive than I did. ...I assume it was worth it, though.

[He takes a long, refreshing swig of this bottle before he even opens his eyes. Yuuri, you missed a fabulous chance to commit a murder, here.]

I don't remember a damn thing.

It's probably for the best. You made a bit of a show of yourself. Do you at least remember the little car?

[ wherever that thing ended up being parked... ]

Oh, Delores? Yeah, somehow she got back into my room. [Probably Finn had something to do with it. Good roommate, best friend.] Come on, Wakasa, a guy never forgets his first sweet ride.

[ She cracks a Perfectly Innocent smile. ]

Oh, am I not "Wakasa-chan" anymore? [ BEAMING. ] It feels like a bit of a downgrade.

[ this is what you get for waving her undies around like a flag. this is what you get. ]

Did... did I call you that?

[Ahahaha, holy shit?? Some part of him quails, but he clears his throat and tries to recover his poise. He will not be bested by her terrifying sweetness.]

Well, I, uh. I could do that. Keep doing that, I mean. If, if you want me to.

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You did. It was a bit of a surprise!

[ To his credit, though, she looks a bit wrong-footed. Not in a bad way, persay, but definitely caught off guard. But her smile doesn't go anywhere. ]

... I wouldn't mind. Or, actually...

[ she pauses, just for a second. she wonders if this might come off as too forward in the wrong way given that... well, he's a guy and all. But Arianna's already using it and it's right there on her profile. ]

If you'd like, "Rii-san" is fine as well. It's actually been a little strange not hearing people call me that.

['Her friends call her "Rii-san".'

He's taken aback by how forward this would be, of course--she's usually so Japanese; but more than that, he's surprised that he's invited into that circle of status. Friend.]

Oh. Uh. Are you sure?

[But lest she feel awkward, he hurries to agree:]

Then, all right... Rii-san. [He clears his throat.] I--I know I'm older than you, but you can call me just Junpei if you want. I've been living in America, so I'm used to going by first names pretty often.

[ Oh. Well then. She pauses, just for a second because -- well, she doesn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. But it seems silly to be prudish about it when no one here is really going to mind all that much. And like Nari, he did ask. So she smiles and gives him a nod. ]

Junpei it is, then.

[ A mutual upgrade in friendliness. How nice.

There's a pause, in which she realizes she should probably say something so they're not just standing here in silence, basking in the glow of mutual first name basis, but she sort of stumbles with it on the way out. ]

So, um-- would you like something to breakfast-- no I mean-- something to eat for breakfast -- if your stomach's up to it? I'm going to be making something for myself, so...

[ SM... OOTH... ]

[...Snicker.]

Sure, I'll take something to breakfast.

[Oh, he can tease without being a total ass. He still looks significantly less than a million bucks after his whiskey binge, but the charmed amusement comes through.]

Probably just toast, but this isn't my first trip down Hangover Avenue. If I can get something bland down, it'll help.

[After a pause, he raises the soda to her.]

And thanks. For this.

[ she swats at him playfully. ]

Oh, if you're not careful I'll leave you and your hangover to fend for yourselves.

[ ... of course, she says this, but then she starts rooting around in the fridge herself to start getting her food out. Looks like something eggy...? ]

I've been having okayu most mornings -- how does that sound? With a bit of egg and maybe some miso mixed in. Do you think it might settle your stomach a bit?

Oh, man. I haven't had okayu since...

[He trails off, then laughs softly, a little wistfully to himself.]

I think it's been years. Okayu sounds like just the thing, Rii-san. Should I make tea?

If you don't mind. I'll start getting the rice ready.

[ she's already washed a bit for herself but since Junpei's going to be eating as well, she'll go ahead and start washing some more. ]

Any tea you'd like is fine, by the way! I'm not very picky.

Wouldn't feel like a Japanese breakfast with anything but green tea on the side, would it?

[Time to put some water in the kettle.]

[ scrub scrub with the rice. it's actually mostly clean already, she's found -- just a few rinses before the water runs clear and she can add it to the rice cooker. ]

It really wouldn't! I'm counting myself lucky we've got some, though. With the... theme going on, I wasn't really expecting us to be able to make the basics like this.

[ are you saying this ISN'T up to par with a romantic candle lit dinner for two, yuuri? unbelievable. ]

I guess it's tough to make breakfast a flashy, romantic gesture in any culture. ...Uh, unless it's breakfast in bed, I guess.

[The prepared kettle goes on the stove, and Junpei finds himself without much to do.]

...What else can I help with?

You can chop the green onions, if you like. There should be some in the fridge -- and I'll start getting the stock ready.

[ It's a pretty simple veggie stock made simpler by the fact that there's stock cubes in the cupboard -- no expense spared on the Fantasy Sweet, apparently.

She starts busying herself with getting water and pans and stock together as she says all this. She's been mostly cooking breakfast by herself since they all got here but having someone to chat with while she does it reminds her of home. It's nice. ]

Sure. I can chop.

[He even, once he finds the green onions, rinses and dries them before he starts to chop, like someone who is not a feral internet child raised on a space meteor. Imagine.]

...This, uh. This is kind of nice. Making breakfast together with someone for once.

[He doesn't turn from his work as he speaks.]

[ Yuuri does -- she glances up briefly from the bubbling stock to look at him like she's a little surprised. But then her expression warms into a smile and she nods, turning her attention back to the pot and stirring it idly. ]

... It is. It's usually just me doing the cooking at home so this is a nice change.

[ If she could have Kurumi and Yuki here, sat at the table and chattering about everything and nothing... then she'd take it in a heartbeat.

But this might not be so bad either. Not by a long shot. ]

I don't even usually eat breakfast, most days. I don't wake up early enough to make it for myself.

[His chopped onions come out slightly coarse, but not in an unappealing or inedible way. If anyone even notices, it'll be more a reminder that this breakfast is homemade.]

So you do most of the cooking for your club, I guess? The three of you at school.

Most of it, yes. Yuki-chan's not a very good cook [ sorry Yuki but it's true ] so it usually ends up being me. I make that sound like I mind doing it, but I really don't! There's nothing nicer than setting a plate of something you've made in front of someone and seeing their face light up.

[ And Yuki's always a very enthusiastic eater. ]

Do you cook much back home, then?

Ah, ahaha. Nnnnot really.

[He brings the cutting board with the green onions over to her.]

I, uh, end up eating packaged stuff a lot, and cheap take-out... Sometimes I'll make a dinner out of what I can get out of the closest vending machine.

[Mmm. Depression meals. Yum.]

[ She scoots the pot over a bit, moving it off the burner just enough to let him empty those green onions into the broth. ]

Oh, that's not so bad -- in fact, don't tell anyone, but...

[ she leans in and cups a hand to her mouth, dropping her voice into a kind of whisper that implies a shameful confession ]

Whenever I make spaghetti at home, the sauce is always from a packet.

[ S C A N D A L O U S ]

[He's leaning in to listen, scraping the last onions into the broth, when she goes and says that, and--]

...Hahaha!

[They're trapped, he's hungover as hell, and Junpei still pops a mock-challenging grin and lowers his voice to respond:]

When I do spaghetti, I don't even make sauce.

[ The most scandalized of gasps. It's so needlessly theatrical she even covers her mouth. It's certainly not so she can hide the fact that she's completely incapable of even faking a straight face. ]

Then what do you eat with your spaghetti? Don't tell me you just eat it by itself?

[ you brute ]

If I'm feeling fancy, sometimes I'll put popcorn salt on it. Or soy sauce.

[JUNPEI, STOP, YOU HAVE BACHELORED TOO FAR.]

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