Surgeon in a Scrapyard

Closed RP Blog for SHSL-Talentswap :: Tsumiki Mikan :: Mechanic

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((Um. I guess this is sort of dormant? Hope it goes active again soon. I'll post the starter though. Soon.)) 

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Anyone want a starter? Please like this status for a starter and I'll get to it. 

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      —> Fukawa wanted to avoid social contact as much as xe possibly could. Since xe was famous, this proved to be difficult. Xyr manager always urged xem to go to cons and make public appearances and other things such as that. Xe absolutely despised it. ||

   —> So of course, they never wanted to initiate social contact xemself. However, with xyr drawing tablet broken xe had to see someone (since buying a new one would force xem to go outside and talk to people, and xe did not have the time to wait for one to come in from ordering it online). ||

   —> However, luckily, Fukawa had heard that there was a mechanic at this school. It was a stretch, but maybe they could fix xyr tablet. Perhaps going to someone who specialized in electronics would be better, but xe hadn’t heard of any such person. So xe walked around the halls in hopes of finding this person. Hopefully xe would find them rather quickly. ||

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The library was not a good place for Tsumiki to read. It had the silence and the tranquility that Tsumiki enjoyed and it was a lovely environment, but occasionally, she had the urge to read books and show as much emotions as possible. Bottling up emotions was difficult for her as it was, and to restrain it.... Someone once commented on the weird face she made when she held it in too long, so she did her best to do that on some occasions. And now, a rather intense romance scene unfolding in front of her through words, her mind was not littered with blueprints for once and a light blush lit her cheeks and quickened breath showed her excitement.

"A-Ah, Agent Chance and Mary.... L-Leaning in.... A-Are they...?" With shaking hands, Tsumiki flipped to the next page in anticipation, her eyes lighting up in delight.... Only to be filled with disappointment as one line was written the page, unnaturally cutting the story's details. 

"TO BE CONTINUED."

"Nooooooo!" Tsumiki cried, letting out a sound of anguish in the empty classroom. Such cliffhanger as this light novel series of Intimate Intelligence had brought her a heart throbbing romance in her imagination that had just begun to flower, and yet.... She would have to wait until the next in series came out. But then she heard footsteps, and she peered out the hall window of the classroom to suddenly be face to face with someone she'd not seen before. She must have come to investigate.... Or something. No doubt from the anguished scream that had attracted her attention.... Probably. 

"C-Can I help you?" Tsumiki asked the braided person. Play it cool, Mikan. She thought to herself. Maybe she didn't realise you were screaming....

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Happy new year, everyone! 

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melody || open

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  Celestia had enjoyed the aura of such places. Broken down potential, that’s where you’d find it. That’s where she spotted Tsumiki, tinkering with something. Then, she heard the discordant tinkering of what sounded like a music box set off tune.

"Oh dear… it seems I’m not alone. People usually aren’t here…" she mumbled. "Do you need any assistance with that? I have quite the fine ear for music."

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The focus she had been maintaining broke for a moment when Celestia came by to reveal her presence. "O-Oh, hello, Celes-san... I didn't expect to see you here..." Tsumiki replied,  seeming to hastily put some of the gears back in place to stabilize them. Better like that then to start from scratch. 

"I-I think I do need some help... T-This isn't the first time fixing a music box, b-but I knew some of the songs and the cylinders were hardly damaged... B-But this one... I-I don't know how to create a cylinder from scratch... 

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Auditions- Open

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  Celestia looked at the mechanic, an expression of slight shock on her face. Tsumiki had always seen so shy and meek. Celes would have never expected her to want to become a school idol. Nevertheless, Celes was thrilled to have her here.

Tsumiki was adorable and captivating, the audience would simply adore her. Meek and shy girls had been idols before, so why not this one?

"Excellent. I’m delighted to have you. Now, can you sing for me? It can be any song you like," the idol told her.

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Granted, she was wondering if it was a good idea to be here now. In fact, she was hesitating once again. Why am I trying this out again? The pressure of having an actual idol in front of her... And as if someone judging her actions wasn't enough of a pressure to her. She swallowed, uncertainty welling up on her.

But her words were encouraging enough. She was going to fail anyways, right? Might as well give it her best to help with her mistakes if she makes any. Which she probably was going to make a lot. 

"E-Excuse me if I'm not v-very well-versed at singing....!" 

Then she took a deep breath, and began to sing.... A surprising choice of tune. 

Set the voltage, love me Don’t shock me without any notice Don’t crash into me but slightly avoid me Protect me from this sudden changing world

It wasn't a remarkable performance. It wasn't particularly eye-catching. There were stammers here and there, showing her tension, but she seemed to try to recover every single time and continue on as if nothing happened, just like she practiced since she decided to go onto this audition. It was unclear if she actually had confidence or simply decided to not care for the duration she sang, and let her memories take control of her like a machine, like a record. After the three minutes of singing, she let out a sigh, shuddering, glancing up at Celes. 

"H-How was it...?" 

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Auditions- Open

Celestia had posted announcements all over the place. Bikutoria was looking for new members from Hope’s Peak. She was to host a try out, in order to find new people.

"Alright, guys. Auditions are commencing now. I request that the first one come up. Who is it going to be? I’m almost shaking with excitement."

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There was some hesitation from Tsumiki's part when it came to auditioning. She had done it before, though the last time she had done it was for a middle school's play. (Which went surprisingly well, but then, she was dressed as a tree for the entire play, so what's not to judge?) For an idol's group? That was new. 

Granted, she had little to no talent in music by itself, but singing along the tune of music she already knew... couldn't be too hard, right? She did practice it for the past three hours on that karaoke machine she fixed and couldn't sell until she got a hundred points on it.... So maybe she'll be alright? 

"A-Ah... H-Hello! I-I'm Tsumiki Mikan... I'm h-here for the audition...!" 

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"Hnnnnnng..." Tsumiki groaned as she looked at the simple gears and cogs made of brass that she had laid next to her as she looked at the small music box in front of her. It was another find in the scrapyard that she visited in order to get things that she thought she could salvage. Parts that were often overlooked since the whole was broken.... To be rebuilt and reused, and sometimes, she found treasures such as this one. 

"Let's see..... this goes here.... along with this...." 

A light half-turn with the screwdriver told her that she had it wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. Did she mess up at some point? How fast was this thing supposed to turn? Sure, the revolving cylinder was damaged along with the steel comb, and she had been trying to fix the darned thing, but with Tsumiki's lack of talent with music made her impossible to know how she should fix this one music box. 

The last one she had fixed only had to have a replaced key and cogs. This one, the fundamental pieces had been scraped off, and that just made it an impossible task. Perhaps that was why she brought it to school in the first place, fixing it there instead of her workshop... Perhaps to ask a teacher, or someone who has talent for music... Or anyone, really. 

Another attempt, letting out some off-key tinkling of the steel comb resounding against the quickly mended cylinder.... "Do I have to redo this again...?" 

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((Well, Winter Break was hectic, but I'm here.... TwT. Time to write another starter.))

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  Maizono sighed and accepted the apology that was apparently going to happen no matter what she said. She smiled at Tsumiki as best she could. It would take a lot to get Tsumiki to open up to her but Maizono had the feeling that it’d be worth it. 

Putting her pool supplies under one arm Maizono freed up her hands and then held Tsumiki’s in her own. “You definitely won’t be a bother, and if I do decide to swim we can just go in together okay?” Maizono had trouble actually being friends with people but something in her mind told her to try and put some effort into this friendship. She couldn’t believe how nice she was being right now. Maizono paused for a moment and looked Tsumiki up and down, “By the way, do you have a swimsuit of your own? If you do we can go get it or you can borrow one from the school they have a surprising variety here.”

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Niceness, the hospitality was rather baffling to her.There were a lot of things that Tsumiki would have done a few months ago in order for people to make people notice her, but all of them didn't lead up to this sort of thing. She wondered what had made it so that she was being treated this nicely.... by this wonderful girl who had just forgiven her and even invited her to swim along. Tsumiki Mikan, a mechanic who almost always had the scent of motor oil, a bit of rust, and burnt rubber.

Since this was the first time this sort of thing happened, no one having treated her THIS nicely before, she believed that there was absolutely nothing that could probably ruin this moment and.... her friend? Was she her friend? They were most certainly  someone who went to school together... so.... Maybe she should confirm it? She was slightly afraid to ask, or bring it up even. 

Later.... later.... Without realizing, she had held Maizono's hands tight, and a light tremble of something... a glint of fear appeared in her eyes. Rejection.... No, no.... Maizono-san seems like a nice person... I'll just ask later... 

"I-If you don't mind.... A-And I don't really go s-swimming often.... s-so I-I don't have a swimsuit... I-I guess I'll just borrow one from the school..." 

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Hope for a White Christmas

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  Koizumi stepped out of the bookstore, carrying a plastic bag with something inside. At first she was too busy putting her gloves back on to notice anything, but then she saw Tsumiki.

"Oh… Hey! Um… Tsumiki, right?"

She smiled. 

"What brings you here? Do you want to buy a book on… Uh…"

What did she do again? Dammit! It was something with machines…

…A book on… A novel?

Koizumi sighed in relief internally. Safe enough…

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To see another student come out of the bookstore was a surprise. What a coincidence! Tsumiki's eyes widened as he recognised her. The cook from school who she had seen once make a fabulous meal...

"O-Oh, hello, Koizumi-san...." She said, stammering in her usual form of speech. "A-Are you here to buy something too...?" 

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Of course, she got something. She got a bag, right? And stepped out of the place. She probably already bought a book.... 

"I-I was thinking of buying myself a Christmas present.... and just... b-browsing the sale price on romance novels...." 

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Hope for a White Christmas

A normal day when Tsumiki didn't particularly have to stay in the workshop today.... It was cold and people barely left the house, and after the entire day of working yesterday, fixing up old gasoline heaters, she had decided to take a day off doing a bit of Christmas shopping. For herself. Rarely did she get something during Christmas and she thought that maybe, she should start something, put a wrapped book under a Christmas tree, and open it later, on the night of Christmas Eve, and when the hour struck, she would peel off the wrapper and start reading, perhaps with some chai or green tea to go along with the smell of her workshop. There was something more traditional for Christmas like hot chocolate, but.... she wondered if it really was to keep a Christmas traditional. (Fair enough, that she prepared a tree by welding scraps and made a make-shift, tree-like metallic sculpture with operating lightbulbs that would probably cut someone if she wasn't careful). 

She stood in front of a small bookstore, looking through the titles, mitts in front of her mouth as she exhaled, letting her warm breath become white in the chilly, winter atmosphere, wondering about what to choose. It had yet to snow,  and yet the place was starting to freeze up, leaving her to wonder if it would snow at all this Christmas. 

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((Hmm..... Should I make a new open starter or..... reply to an old one?)) 

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Oh no, now she was crying. Maizono hated it when people cried. “Hey Tsumiki, right? What did I just say? It wasn’t your fault at all.” Maizono smiled in hopes of getting Tsumiki to mimic it and cheer up. Maizono could tell Tsumiki hadn’t been treated well at all in the past and she could relate to some extent.

In an attempt to extend the hand of friendship Maizono said, “I was just headed to the pool y’know. Would you like to go with me? Oh, my name’s Sayaka by the way. Sayaka Maizono.”

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Wiping the rest of the tears away, sniffing slightly in order to stifle the next sob that was coming up her throat, Tsumiki nodded in response. "I-I'm sorry...." She apologised nonetheless to Maizono despite the claims that it wasn't her fault. She still felt like apologising. 

The offer was... well, surprising to her. The pool? Well, she knew there was a pool in the school, but she's never been there for recreational purposes, and being invited over was something that Tsumiki rarely encountered, and always ended sourly. And yet, despite those past experiences, Tsumiki thought, maybe this time, it won't be so bad after all (which was always what she thought after the first invitation she had  gotten.) "R-Really?" She asked rather tentatively. "A-Are you sure...? I-I don't want to be a hindrance w-when you want to swim...." 

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  Dammit, now you’ve done it! Maizono thought to herself. This girl was nice and now Maizono had upset her. She carefully took the items from the girl’s hands and put on a small smile.

"You aren’t hurt, right?" what was this? Why was she so concerned about this girl? Maizono doesn’t care about people like this! "Honestly it was probably my fault. I was too focused on my plans I didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening around me."

Maizono studied the trembling person in front of her. Her hair was messy, and of course the bandages were noted, but were those oil stains on her clothes? Grease? Blood??? Just what exactly did she do? In any case, if she was at Hope’s Peak it probably had something to do with a talent.

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It was almost startling to her, more startling than the initial meeting on how this all ended up. Why was she being so nice to her? Well, granted. People she knew up until now had either ignored her or treated her in a rather mean way... Only recently, did she actually believe that people were treating her decently without acting like they were treating her nicely under the guise that they might do something worse. 

"B-But still..." She stammered, trying to compose herself from the almost-sobbing state, her easily-intimidated personality having almost bringing her to the point of tears. Wiping the telltale tears quickly, she soon managed to calm down enough. "I-I should have looked where I-I was going...."

Then deciding that perhaps she should introduce herself, she began to speak. "M-My name is Tsumiki Mikan... Super High School Level Mechanic...." 

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Sounds and smells leak out from the kitchen and into the cafeteria, and from there they spill into the hallways of the academy. There is obviously someone working in there.

Inside, a girl with short, red hair and wearing an apron is not so much cooking as…

…composing some kind of delicious dish. There is no other way to describe the graceful way her hands rapidly move between various kitchen appliances. She hums quietly to herself, clearly in a different world altogether while she adjusts the dials on the stove and adds a pinch of coriander to a pot of soup.

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Tsumiki had lost track of time again. Her joints ached from all the hard work she had been doing in the workshop. She had been meaning to go to the kitchen earlier to fill her water bottle, but that had been put aside. She had believed that she didn't need to fetch it. Just a few more minutes, she thought as she worked on the hydraulic generator that would, in theory, generate infinite energy. But every hour she spent felt like a minute to her, and in the end, she realised that she skipped lunch. Having had a light breakfast, she was feeling exceptionally hungry, putting the project aside (silently promising it that she will finish it later,) she made her way to the kitchen. A quick bite to eat, perhaps, but even before she reached it, her mouth started to water by the aroma that was leaking out of the place. 

Before she knew it, she was already in front of the kitchen entrance, peeking into the place and staring at the cooking in progress. Ingredients flowed from her hand and into the pot and she couldn't help but question how wonderful the soup (which seemed like what she was cooking) might taste like if the sheer act of watching and smelling whet up her appetite like this. For a moment, Tsumiki wondered if she should announce her presence, then decided against it. Perhaps later, when she finished working....

But then again, she was cursed with how things never went her way. From her pocket, dropped the small thermos that had been empty for the past hours, clanging onto the ground and pretty much breaking whatever tranquility there was in the room. 

"H-Hwa....!" She hadn't expected it, causing her to jump, falling backwards and landing on her butt, then looked towards the kitchen, and when she had turned, she immediately lowered her head. "I-I'm sorry that I startled you...! I dropped it by accident... I didn't mean to stare...." 

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The Interrogation (Asahina - Tsumiki)

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  Asahina’s posture softened slightly when she realized who she was facing. Tsumiki Mikan. Not much of a danger to anybody, let alone a seasoned gumshoe. She lowered her gun, holstered it, and walked toward the girl.

"Mikan, I didn’t know it would be you. I’m expecting somebody, sorry ‘bout the gun. Important case, you know. What are you—" She saw the half-empty, limp backpack hanging from Mikan’s shoulders. Right. "Oh, did you forget your things? I think there were some, uh…" She turned back to the room, surveyed the disorder.

Sheepishly, she spoke again. “The room was like this when I came in. Looks like some thug tore the place up, probably trying to ruin my crime scene,” she explained as she pounded her fist against an open palm. “Those bastards… Anyway I can help you look around, what are you missing?”

Before she had even finished speaking she was scrambling around the room, climbing over desks and chairs. She moved quickly, but purposefully. There was a certain control in her movements, a confident spatial awareness which meant she rarely, if ever, tripped or fell. Even now, as she leaped through the room like a monkey, she was remarkably well balanced.

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As she realised that gun was not pointed out of malice towards her, Tsumiki let out a sigh of relief. "Ah, it's fine.... Asahina-san..." She muttered silently. "I-I don't think you should expect someone coming unless y-you have an appointment...." But then, who would be the type of person who Asahina would point a water gun at when she expected them? Well, she mentioned a case, so maybe it had to do with that. 

It was then that Tsumiki noticed that the room was in disarray. Someone seemed to have attempted to do some hasty interior designing of the classroom. Was there some purpose to this? It wasn't some chaotic disarray, she saw. Tsumiki may be shy and meek, but not ignorant. Desks pushed around the edges of the classroom, and the teacher's desk in particular standing in the middle with a lamp...

Her train of thought paused for a moment when Asahina offered to help look for her things. Before replying, Tsumiki scanned the room, looking for a certain desk. "N-No... I think I found it...." Without much of a pause, Tsumiki walked towards the direction Asahina was going, pausing in front of the worn piece of furniture that contained her belongings. One of the legs being bent that it rocked slightly when pushed a certain angle, the hook used to hang the bag reattached by none other than the mechanic herself.... and her name tag taped onto the edge of the desk. Maybe she took less time than most to find it, but she gathered her belongings, then watched Asahina climbing over the obstacles. 

"Y-You mentioned a case earlier... Did people steal your things... or...?" Just because people didn't take her things now didn't mean they wouldn't take others' belongings. "C-Can I do anything to help...?"