Reboot Reverie [Robotics Club]

[Reminder that despite of what Yojin's post said, Momoko is not wearing an exosuit. Do not believe his lies.]


Momoko didn't flinch when the room was assaulted by a flurry of crumpled paper, even as one flew right past her. The voice had been a dead giveaway on the fact that it was their current vice president that was about to bust through that door. His shenanigans were met with a blank stare, as usual.
Why was the best engineer in this whole school such a doofus?

"Oi! That's President Mozuku now." The small girl had meant it in a playful way, but the scratchy booming voice that came from through the speakers had made it sound almost threatening. She quickly adjusted the output settings from her left glove before continuing.
"Or at least Momoko-san. But I'll overlook it this time, Yojin-kun."

The focus was swiftly changed to the piece of equipment that Momoko had with her, which was welcome.
"I don't really feel the vibrations. I haven't managed to fit a proper amplifier into this setup. This whole thing's a work in progress." Momoko raised one of her hands and turned it from one side to another, inspecting it. "Still need to figure out a good placement before cramming these into Sukuna."
Yojin, in turn, showcased his prank machine. "I'm just glad to know that that thing has a point. As expected of our vice president. But uh..." Momoko had a small pause to mince the words.
"I hope that whoever gets to use that final version knows that you're not supposed fire right after demanding surrender."
She failed to, but since it was Yojin she was sure that he wouldn't mind.
"Also, fine: one shot of hazing for arranging drinks." Momoko didn't want to admit that she did want to see someone get surprised by that PaperBlaster, nor that she would have wanted to bring something snack-adjacent but figured that it would have been cumbersome to do all by herself. Her hesitantly authoritative response would function as a compromise.

The second arrival was a new face, whose efforts to let the butler-roomba in was immediately rewarded with a ball of paper onto their face. They didn't seem familiar, and judging by the usual routine of taking a moment to spot her it was obvious that the feeling was mutual. But on a more thankful note he didn't make a big deal out of it.
"We are still waiting for everyone to arrive. Please have a seat!" Momoko chirped to the new arrival, with her demeanor back to its "usual" self.
"Ah! Please no feet on the table, thank you!"
Momoko herself didn't go for the drinks. She usually used a straw for obvious reasons, and while she could still drink without them, she didn't want to seem undignified in her first meeting as the class president.
"They're for everyone at the meeting! Please help yourself!"

By this point, a third person had arrived, but they weren't new. Kusanagi was actually one of the few members who knew how to code properly... and actually might have been the only one now, unless the new boy or some other future arrival knew how to. Momoko had tried a few times in the past, but she had never had the knack for it. The adaptability of her e-fabric had felt like the utmost end of what she could accomplish on that field.
So in that sense, Momoko found it relieving to know that they hadn't ditched the club... even if she had the feeling that Kusanagi belonged to the "Yojin" category of talented people. She seemed to be friends with him, for one, and if she wasn't she was about to become one with her upgrade offers.
"From what I understand, they get up to antics even without sentience, so I wouldn't recommend it~!"

The small president was hopeful on the new boy being different, which was quickly dismissed by their sudden demonstration that caught Momoko off-guard. Despite of this, she kept her energetic voice on without faltering that much. Some students tended to be a bit rowdy, much like the club's own paper boy.
"Just a form! Also, what Kusanagi-san said:  know-how is good, but it's the passion that counts!" Or so they say.
"There's some on the shelf to the left. If you feel like joining, fill one up and hand it to me or Hino-san and we'll get you sorted!"

She quickly caught up to speed that someone had entered while Momoko had been distracted by the demonstration.
"Oh thank god it's Fujioka."
Momoko was familiar with the seemingly last arrival from the support class, on a less familiar level than Yojin. But even based on this small amount of knowledge she was already ready to declare the shrimp girl as probably the most levelheaded person that had walked through that door at this time. She did also know that Fujioka had some aptitude with technology, but not to what extent. Nevertheless, she had faith in her fellow support student.

"It's fine, you're not late! We're just about to start!"
Momoko didn't address being called a captain instead of a president, she was just happy that someone acknowledged her position... plus it had a nice ring to it. Momoko did also respond to the fist bump with her own, significantly smaller one. It would lightly tap against it before she firmly applied more force to make sure that she was felt. If Charlie hadn't applied any resistance of her own, her fist might have even been pushed back ever so slightly.

By now the students had all settled down on their seats. This included the club advisor, who had been there since near the beginning. Momoko hadn't addressed them outside of an occasional glance at their direction because... well, in truth she still didn't know how to feel about him. All she really knew about him was that he was a quirked animal who had recently gained a citizenship and a hero license, as well as had become a teacher and subsequently the club's advisor. So obviously he was smart... but he was still an animal. Momoko had had enough of a time to adjust to students who just had characteristics of ones, let alone a real one....
...anyway!
Deciding that this was enough people to start the meeting, Momoko did just that.

"Hello, everyone! I'm glad that you all made it! Welcome to the first meeting of the reborn Robotics & Technology Club! I'm the current class president, Mozuku Momoko of the 2-S. Today's agenda includes introductions and discussing the current direction of the club."
"We'll start with introductions: name, class and your areas of interest when it comes to technology. I already gave the first two, so I'll give the third as well! While I've learned a thing or two about engineering after enrolling here, my focus has remained on fabrics!" Momoko raised her fist into the air triumphantly as she reached the end of the sentence.
"That wouldn't normally count, but you'd be surprised what some well-applied technology does to clothing." The small girl ended her spiel with a nod to Yojin, signalling that he should be the one to go next.

"Ah, perhaps later!" Momoko tried to politely brush off the impromptu tech showcase by Hunter. The next matter would most certainly be more important than knives.

Herself, Yojin and Kusanagi were known quantities already. That included fabrics and circuitry, engineering in general and programming in general. Charlotte's focus on quirk-adaptation probably meant that she had a knack for interfacing, and Hunter seemed good for the overall labor... although his self-descriptor, Yojin's shot and the talk about some arm explosion incident did give Momoko some ideas.
There would probably be more people who would be interested in joining later on, but the important part was whether this was enough for the Plan A. The distribution of different aspects of the project might be doable, but with this few people it might be rough to get done in time.
"...plus ultra, right? This'll do."

"Aaaaand with the introductions out of the way, we can move onto the main matter of the day!"
Momoko would ask Yojin to turn off the lights as she fiddled with the phone that had laid on the table until now, roughly the same size as her. With the help of the phone case she angled it towards a blank flat space on the wall, and as she clapped her glowed hands together the first slide appeared.

"The future of the Robotics Technology Club"

"The first batch of UA students graduate in one and a half years. That includes everyone in this room. This also means that we'll be the first OBs and OGs of the Robotics & Technology Club! Although, as it stands, that doesn't amount to all that much."

"I'll recap for the new folk! The Robotics Club originally had a good starting point, with the focus on commission work and smaller projects, and had that gotten rolling there'd be quite a portfolio by now! But unfortunately, the activity fell into a stupor due to various reasons, some of the important founding members disappeared and the club became a ghost until recently. And while that original approach would have been good, and still would be good going forward, the amount of time we have left would spell only one thing for the first generation of the Robotics Club:"

Momoko clapped her hands, bringing up the next slide. It was a simple one, with just one word in big red letters.

"Failure! There'd still be something left to show, and something that the lower years can still work on, but as a final tally for us it'd be a clear failure! But there's still plenty of time to turn this situation around!"

"So, what can be done about this? Well, instead of multiple smaller projects and commissions, I say we pool our resources and know-how into a single big one! One big enough to overshadow the seeming lack of progress! And my proposal is this!"

*clap*

A slightly more embellished slide appeared, with various very rudimentary effects to highlight the single word that was displayed there:

"Mecha"

"I'll make it clear that I'm not talking about some bipedal warmachine; neither the school nor the public would support something like that. Instead it'd have to be for more practical purposes like rescuing, transporting, construction or the like... but we can work out the actual function among ourselves as we lay out the groundwork. At the end of the day all that matters is that it's something sizable, well-made and presentable!"

"I'll hear your thoughts on this before we seek to greenlit this with the faculty. Should we fail there'd still be enough time to figure out a more boring idea that'd surely pass. In any case, our deadline to have something to show will be in our final school festival, almost year from now."

Momoko's brief presentation came to an end as she surveyed the people in the room once again, and made a final statement trying to stand as tall as she could, with hands on her hips and face beaming with confidence.

"I'll look forward to your cooperation!"
In a sense that was her cue for input on the plan, but in practice she was already considering everyone in the room involved with the project.