{Proposal: Apply at Daybreak Academy} [open]

[ninehilist]

Who: Nines, anyone who runs into him
What: So thanks mostly to Lia, Nines is now working at the Academy! His luggage is 80% computers by volume and he is a tiny shrimp.
Where: Lumiere Dorms mostly
When: Early August
Warnings: None planned, but 9S does have his own warnings that can come up!

[He still can't really believed he agreed to this, but, well. Lia made several good points and if some of his trackers were right, it's possible YoRHa had managed to track him down so....honestly going to Europe? Not the worst idea he's ever had.

That would belong to "refusing to call ahead and arrange for help getting his luggage up to his assigned dorm because his luggage is mostly computers and he doesn't trust people to carry them". Despite being 5'2". In his boots. And having the physical strength of a particularly weak child. His rideshare at least got them out of the car, but now he's standing in the middle of the academy grounds, staring at the map of the academy on his phone and wondering how the hells he's going to get 100+ pounds of computer up to the fourth floor.]

Comments

[buddinghopes]

[Lia just sticks her tongue out because she is the epitome of maturity.]

Point is, I wasn't gonna keep something like that from someone it was potentially relevant to.

[lifeforced]

[Becky makes a mental note to maybe text less and call more, at least when it comes to any conversations she initiates herself when she and Lia aren't in the same room.

And at this point, they're reaching the building. The girl goes on ahead to make sure that the door stays open for the others to get through with that cart, and soon enough it'll be time to take the elevator. Again.

She debates telling them that she'll take the stairs and meet them up there, and she decides against it, sticking by them once they're inside instead of heading off in her own direction.]

[ninehilist]

I'm not going near any infirmary, so it wasn't relevant.

[Nines is just arguing to argue at this point, really, and he does remember to maybe be polite and thank Becky when she gets the door for them. It's just a muttered "thanks" but hey.]

What room are you two in, anyway?

[buddinghopes]

[The first part is met with a Look from Lia, though her attention's diverted soon enough, both by thanking Becky for getting the door and by the question.]

We're right next door to you in 403!

[lifeforced]

[Becky gets the aversion, if that's what it is, so you know what? She's not gonna comment on the infirmary remark.

Instead, she follows up Lia's answer to point something else out:]

There's only a couple other people on our floor right now, so we've pretty much taken over the floor's kitchen area. [Because cooking club things, plus anything they decide to do on the side.] If you see anything in the fridge that doesn't have a label on it saying who or what it's for, it's probably fair game. Ask if you're not sure.

[ninehilist]

D'you guys at least label what's in the thing?

[Someone has a weird food allergy, okay.]

[buddinghopes]

Yeah, you never know who's allergic to what. Better safe than sorry.

[lifeforced]

There's no way we're not doing that. Think I'd wanna go and give myself more work? [Or worse: have Ekkehardt or Rex deal with her making a stupid mistake?]

[ninehilist]

Sounds like you guys forgot to label something once.

[buddinghopes]

... Honestly, we were just lucky it was ungodly amounts of spice rather than an actual allergy. My mouth's on fire again thinking about it...

[It Was A Bad Time.]

[lifeforced]

Oh my god, Lia, I thought we were past that. [And they are, actually. (Though that sign up on the wall in the cooking club's room suggests that maybe they're not entirely past that.)] That's why I started labeling my crap, remember?

[ninehilist]

...okay, now I have to know. What the hell happened?

[buddinghopes]

The sign in the cooking club room says otherwise, Becky.

[And to Nines--]

Long story short, she was experimenting with a recipe and stuck the unlabeled results in the fridge. The next time I wanted to eat something but didn't feel like cooking, I'd grabbed it and, thinking it was fine because there wasn't a particular label on it, I decided to take a bite. I had many regrets.

[lifeforced]

Yeah, that was one hell of a lesson; with how she'd reacted to it, I seriously thought something happened. Wasn't expecting that something to be my personal tastes.

[A pause.]

Just thinking about it right now makes me think it'd probably be better if I just didn't do spicy stuff. The cookies get way better reception from most people, anyway.

[ninehilist]

Wait--how hot was it?

[But also cookies are always a safe bet, yeah.]

[buddinghopes]

Extremely. I'm fine with a certain level of spice when I know to expect it, but...

[Ah, well.

To Becky:]

I mean, it's fine with the labels anyway.

[lifeforced]

What I'm used to and what she can take are uh. Two completely different things.

So basically, you're gonna want to think twice about anything that's got the red stickers. Anything that's got orange on it won't be as bad but still might be kinda up there, and anything with a black one is something I made for myself and you'll probably spontaneously combust or something if you try it.

[ninehilist]

...do we have anything to test Scoville units? In a chemistry lab or something?

[He kinda wants to see how crazy this shit actually is.]

[buddinghopes]

Pretty sure we could get our hands on something, yeah.

[Whoop, hitting the button for the elevator now.]

[lifeforced]

[Spoken while drifting a bit closer to where Lia's standing:] Y'know, I'm surprised we haven't already.

[ninehilist]

[...hm. Someone doesn't like elevators?]

You've never been curious to see just how spicy you make things?

[buddinghopes]

[Lia glances to Becky with a questioning look--is she sure she doesn't want to just meet Lia and Nines upstairs?]

I mean, I've certainly been wondering...

[lifeforced]

[She's still not making a break for the stairs; she had survived bringing the cart down, she can probably handle following it back up. Besides, she's not here alone, and the conversation will help to keep her mind off of it.]

We can look into it after we're done with this stuff, 'kay?

[Lia might have been wondering, but Becky doesn't recall actually being asked about it before now.]

Though if you want a guess based on some of the stuff I use, probably somewhere in the upper 200ks on average, maybe 300? It's pretty hot but not like completely insane, because even I'm not stupid enough to go for ghost peppers or worse.

[ninehilist]

Soooo you're just afraid, is what I'm hearing.

[Nines no.]

Not that I can eat anything near that spicy, but...

[buddinghopes]

Nines.

[pls]

I'd call that being sensible, personally...

[And there's the elevator, so Lia's carefully maneuvering the cart inside.]