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Post by Melody Miro on Jul 30, 2020 21:37:37 GMT -4
Melody was in the attic putting the final touches on her room, it was a sudden change but it was one she welcomed. She had a LOT more space now, it felt kind of weird honestly but the disadvantage is...she was on the roof and had three flights of stairs to traverse down. On top of that she had to really get that window installed soon so that there could be some fresh air coming in. She was laying down on her bed as she got a text in the frat-house group chat from Saito. Apparently he had found a rather interesting item on his way home from school and wanted to use it to create a special fruit juice or jello? She didnt know since he mentioned several things he could do with it, jello sounded pretty good.
Fermented Simple Syrup? Melody wondered what the fuck that even meant but from context clues it sounded like it was alcoholic in nature. Melody was more worried about where exactly Saito found it but them having a little celebration would be fun. Plus what kind of loser would she be if she just stayed in the attic and hid away the entire night. Her stomach growled and..Saito was pretty good at cooking so she decided to take the chance and joined the festivities. She climbed down the ladder from the attic and came down stares peaking around the corner. She moved in but melody still wasnt used to hanging around chim and yojin and momoko so she was kind of scared. They talked all the time in U.A chat but that was pretty much the extent of it. In person it was much more intimidating! She turned the corner wearing some leggings and an oversized white shirt that hung off of her shoulder towards the group of people in the living room sitting around and chatting. "Hey guys. What did the microwave decide to do with the syrup?" she asked curiously
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Post by Saito Yamada on Aug 2, 2020 14:22:29 GMT -4
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‘Eboshi’s Fermented Syrups - Mixed Fruit’. [break][break]
His eyes widened. It sounded stupid, but fermented syrups were a rare commodity this side of the world. The process was easy enough and getting the fruit was simple. But somewhere along the line, brands started getting exclusive about things. “Eboshi’s” was one of them. Now bottles of the stuff would go for ten-thousand yen at least. Saito scanned the street again, making sure no one was watching, before tossing the bottle up in the air, catching it and starting to walk home, whistling away. He’d just figured out what to make for dinner.[break][break]
Fast forward about one-hundred-seventy-two minutes, Saito was home and practically dancing around his kitchen. Pop music blared from the pretty-little wooden radio Chimera had made him after his own broke. He cleaned and cut up clean fruits while a pot of fruit, various alcohols (don’t ask) and the special syrup he found simmered and mixed together. It smelled extremely sweet, the humid mist leaking into the living room as he worked. Cold meats sat in the fridge and several snazzy cheeses waited for his knife. Oh yeah. Platter time.[break][break]
If anyone walked into the kitchen, trying to mess with his prep, or maybe just to ask him a question, he’d throw a sticky grape at them and tell them he’ll be ready soon. If Melody asked herself, he’d pluck a tiny blueberry from a group of them and flick it into her mouth while she spoke. Not to choke her, but to shut her up for a sec. “Be patient, puddle.” he’d tease.
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Post by Chimera on Aug 2, 2020 15:59:01 GMT -4
553 WC Grapes in sangria?? xD | Chimera was situated where he was usually situated when he wasn't either at school, patrolling, or aiding Yojin in his latest example in terrible decision making; that being seated comfortably on the large orange-ey brown couch in the living room, leaning back enough that only his horns and the top of his head stood out over the back of it and his legs extended over the nearby ottoman. His laptop was whirring away as he talked in the online chatroom with other UA students--nice as it was to have a summer break, he didn't want to fall out of touch with the other students, no matter how chaotic they were--while also having a video about wood working going in the background.
Well, it was actually about how to fake an interest in woodworking. And as one who had only recently gotten into the craft himself (in an attempt to mix it and his blooming mechanical skills together) he found it hilarious. And accurate.
In the kitchen behind him Saito had been working on something that Chimera could only smell, but damn, it smelled really good. Usually the smells that came out of Saito's kitchen were always pretty nice, sometimes a little too much for his very sensitive snoot, but this smelled very sweet and fruity. He wasn't sure why Saito would be making a dessert-smelling thing at this hour of the day but he wouldn't question something that might be to his benefit in a bit.
Chimera's ear perked in the direction of the stairwell, and the slight creaking of the newest addition to the house's layout as Melody moved down the ladder. He'd been a little surprised when Melody had asked to move into the "frat". She was nice (and hilarious) from what he'd seen of her in the chat room, but the two of them had been in different classes through-out the last few years and their friend circles hadn't lined up in that time either. She got along with Saito, Hye-Rin, and Charlie though, and he wasn't going to tell a friendly face (who could attribute to rent) that she couldn't join them if they had space.
Admittedly the attic wasn't supposed to be livable, but Support Studies kids were bad at listening to limitations like that. The attic had been converted into a livable, comfortable space in the span of days and all ti had cost was some back pain from slouching on his part and some arachnophobia for Charlie. So now they had a seventh housemate. Hopefully she'd really like it here.
He glanced over the back of the couch, his muzzle pointing straight up at the angle he bent his neck at, to watch Saito and her banter a little. "If I had to guess from the smell, whatever it is he's making is ridiculously sweet. Also some kind of meat and cheese is involved." Chimera chuckled and sat himself up a little more so he could properly look over the back of the couch without craning his neck, and spoke a little louder. "Heeeeeey, Saito, what are you--"
A grape came flying in his direction, and Chimera ducked it with more speed than a goat-dog-cat-rabbit-man of his size should have been capable of.
"Oi! Mind the fruit projectiles! You'll give the roombas ideas!"
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Aug 2, 2020 17:25:41 GMT -4
queen's game SAITO'S POP MUSIC WAS CURRENTLY dueling with the thrum of hard rock and the periodic heavy metal from before the turn of the century, which could heard through the thin wall that divided the workshop from the rest of the house. Periodically, the sound of a saw would cut above the music with a high, metallic peal, before succumbing to the song once again.
In order to maintain the peace with all of the inhabitants of the house—but Chimera, with his sensitive… senses?... especially—the hours that screeching power tools were permitted was… limited. And there were some things that Charlotte really wanted to finish before her time was up. Half-hour until she had to pull the plug. No problem.
No problem, that is, until this sickly-sweet scent wafted in on the air, blanketing the smell of hot metal with something far more pleasant. Charlotte paused in her work, lifting the protective goggles from her eyes. She could almost hear voices over the tinny growling from the boombox.
The prawn grabbed the remote and powered her own music down. There were at least a few of her roommates in the downstairs area. She checked her phone. Group text. She’d read it later. The prawn tucked her phone away again, padding into the half-bath that was attached to the workshop to wash-up. She didn’t sweat, but… it was an attempt to chase the “mechanical” smell away. Soap up the arms. And on the face. Rinse. Rag to towel-off with.
Charlie took the towel with her, still toweling her face as she wandered into the living room. Silent lavender eyes appraised the pair in the kitchen—Saito, Melody—before wandering to Chimera who was half-seated on the couch.
“Smells good,” the prawn remarked, in English, before plopping onto the opposite end of the couch from Chimera. God, she was tired. Especially her eyes.
The prawn was dressed casually—basketball shorts, tank-top, no mask. Somewhere between the workshop and the living room, she’d ditched her goggles.
Charlie took the time to skim the chat, and intuited that whatever Saito was doing, had to deal with the “find” he’d mentioned in the chat. She tucked her phone away again, and closed her eyes.
Maybe she’d try some… whatever it was, assuming she didn’t fall asleep first. The prawn knew better than to ask, so had avoided fruity assault at least for the time being.
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Post by Melody Miro on Aug 11, 2020 18:56:38 GMT -4
Melody had looked around the room and initially spotted chimera charlie and saito. She gave a small wave to chimera and the others as they popped up out of their respective spots and made their presence known. She was still relatively quiet among the group, she was braver online than she was in person,like everyone else is..right?
Well regardless melody hadn't spent a lot of time in person with them so she was a bit shy still. On top of that it was still pretty weird to have a new home especially since she spent almost three years in the same dorm and in the same room without any actual roommates. She was at least glad she didn't have any like actual ROOM mates since she valued having her own space where she could hide away anyways. She wandered into her kitchen and asked Saito what was going on. She suddenly found a blueberry in her mouth that was flung in there by Saito. She was going to protest at first but she currently had food in her mouth. She stared him down with her trademark dagger eyes and reluctantly agreed. "Fineeee." she said "But it better be good Saito." she said leaving the boy to his own devices, she couldn't deny that his cooking was pretty good. It was better than her's at least so she couldn't criticize, she walked back towards charlie. "Ouhh, looks like you managed to draw out charlie from her den Saito." she said greeting charlie with a small smile and a small wave. "How goes your projects?" she said trying to get charlie to talk, she knew the girl was a bit shy like her but she didn't want charlie to stay hidden in her shell like she kind of was....is? She changed her feelings towards stuff like the waves changed, as cringe as it sounded.
She went over to the couch area and found a spot to sit "So are we all really going to eat something made with stuff Saito found on the floor? Is this normal around here? Has anyone gotten food poisoning before." she said before squinting towards the kitchen, she did find it pretty weird that they seemed so ready to just eat something that saito admitted her just found while bumbling around. She however wasn't gonna be the one to protest it really, she was hungry so she was going to shut up before saito cut her off from food.
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Post by Rubber on Nov 9, 2020 5:07:23 GMT -4
Melody Miro: 376 + 7 = 383 exp, total: 2233 exp
Charlotte Fujioka: 859 + 4 = 863 exp, total: 1613 exp
Chimera: 102 + 5 = 107 exp, total: 3147 exp
Saito Yamada: 100 + 4 = 104 exp, total: 1104 exp
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