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"Yeah, hey. Hamasaki Tekuro, pastry artist, although I specialize in cakes. Unless you're some die-hard foodie, I wouldn't be too surprised if you haven't heard of me. But what about you, huh?" Status: Alive Affiliated with Dangan Orbit

[superillegalactivities-blog]

Let's all go to the lobby [Open]

[superillegalactivities-blog]

Rude. How could you shove a Valu. You wrinkled her shirt.

Valu glanced down at her staff. “Snap it? Sweetcheeks I betcha can’t even bend it.” She snickered. Tekuro probably could. She was a scary woman with strength. “I’m kidding. Don’t damage my one true friend.” Valu made a small kissy face to her staff. What a guy.

"Hm? Free? Careful dolly, last time a sweetie went out for a walk she got murdered with a book." Valu snickered. "I’m taking a break from work. I have better things to do than care about some magician getting executed." Super duper rude…

[shslbittersweet]

You wrinkled the MOMENT.

She rolled her eyes, shrugging slightly. "Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't but if not I could always just burn the thing." She fiddles with the lighter in her pocket, but doesn't take it out, because that wasn't an actual, real threat. She is kidding. Unless you try to whack her with it then get ready to light 'em up.

That next bit brought a scowl to her lips and a bitter taste in her mouth. Eugh. "Yeah, and the guy responsible got off on what was more or less a technicality because someone else took the heat that he deserved." Yes, she is still bitter about this, and no, she will probably not be getting over it any time soon.

"But hey, cut the shit, alright?" she says, quirking a brow down at the Drugs. "Nonna was a good person, and so was Sada, and you damn well know it, otherwise you wouldn't have so much to say in your little pick-me-up notes."

[shslbittersweet]

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake [Shinsuke]

[douchetech]

As shitty as he feels, both mentally and physically, a guy’s gotta eat, and so he heads back to the kitchen, though as he ambles there, his last encounter with the breakdancer suddenly resurfaces in his mind. The last time he’d seen Yanaihara Yuu alive, the other boy had been tearing apart the kitchen in a frenzy, and he himself had almost gotten hit with a fucking frying pan. Though… maybe if he hadn’t just fucked off, Yuu might still be alive, but he’s entirely aware he might be putting too much credence in his own abilities to console people. Or, in regards to said abilities, lack thereof.

Regardless, he opens the door to the kitchen and freezes as a voice rings out, and though it’s obviously not Yuu, he still winces initially. Upon listening to what the voice has to say, though, 1. he recognizes it as Hamasaki3’s voice, and 2. hell fuckin’ yeah he wants a cupcake or five.

Shrugging much in a similar manner to a certain rapper, he nods as he approaches the table, taking a seat and crossing his arms. “Alright,” he says amicably, though it isn’t long after he speaks that he stifles a sneeze with his sleeve. Ugh, gross. Though not as gross as openly sneezing in the kitchen, at least.

[shslbittersweet]

She only bothers to check who had the nerve to interrupt her in the middle of practicing her craft after they speak up, turning her head to find blue-hair-eye-patch-could-probably-do-to-cut-back-on-the-sweets-not-that-she's-judging programmer guy. "It's gonna be a while," she warns him, popping a second batch of cupcakes into the oven--strawberry, whereas the first batch was chocolate. "These have to cool before I can start to ice them." With homemade frosting, motherfucker, you better believe these are gonna be heavenly.

"Bless you," she says upon closing the oven. "Make sure you wash your hands before you eat. We don't need some fuckin' space cooties going around because you accidentally nudged someone else's cupcake with your snot-infested pinky finger." Beware of the space ickies, Tsujii-san, is what Fumi would probably say if she were here.

With both batches of cupcakes well under way and the icing all prepared, Tekuro's constant movement finally slows to a stop in front of the kitchen's island, glancing around at all the bowls and containers that need washing. But that can wait, she figures, now that a new opportunity to keep distracted from current events has presented itself. Also, she's kind of tired. Slaving over a hot oven, and all that. "...so...Tsujii, yeah?" Yeah, okay, but she's not that great at striking up a conversation with people that she's barely actually spoken to. "Sucks that you and that Junnes girl got dragged into this at all, much less the way you did, all holed up in hypersleep and then, oops, welcome to camp fuckin' catastrophe, population dwindling."

There's something of a pause. She's not really looking up at him, having begun to wipe down the counter top just to keep her space clean. More like Super High School Level Conversationalist, right? "...if it helps," she goes on after a moment, "you've had about as much context for what the hell's going on here as any of us, just maybe not as much time to adjust." Another pause. She seems to have gone back into a state of deliberate, automatic movements as she goes to actually start washing those dishes that she isn't using. So much for a new distraction. "...how're you holding up?"

[superillegalactivities-blog]

Let's all go to the lobby [Open]

[superillegalactivities-blog]

Hmm?? What that a Tekuro? Wow the last time she saw her, she was yurking it up with Fumiko. With hand holding and crying. Quality manga romance stuff. Were they making out before hand? Haha funny. Hahaha……

Valu glanced up at the cake with a smug look. Great view from down there. “Poke an eye?” Valu chuckled as she twirled it around, only to stop when it was pointed at Teku. “Wanna volunteer to be poked with it?” Valu snickered as she pointed it down.

"Are you here to visit me or have you ran out of your friends list to talk to." Valu started to count her fingers. "There’s only like, one on the list right?"

[shslbittersweet]

No, but they totally snuggled after Valu was shoved out of the room.

Tekuro grimaced and just barely stepped back on one foot when Valu pointed the pointy end of the staff at her. Rude much. "Get that thing out of my face before I snap it over my knee." Ah yes, A+ friend-maker Tekuro Hamasaki. Just the best. So genial.

Her eyes narrowed a little at the comment about her only having one friend, but she didn't say anything to retort because, well, she wasn't wrong. "It's a free space station, ain't it? I'm just taking a walk, is all. What're you doing, aside from showing your usual total lack of empathy."

[superillegalactivities-blog]

Let's all go to the lobby [Open]

Whew that trial sure was a doozy. Not that she did anything in it. After all it was a pretty slim chance of surviving right? Heh. Valu was laying on the sofa without a care in the world. More people got executed? Yep they sure did, who didn’t see this type of thing coming? Amazingly enough she hasn’t uttered some terrible puns to this fiasco. Then again people were too busy moping around to notice her.

So there she was. Laying on the sofa while thinking of rude comebacks to make people dislike her more. A great pass time. “Wonder what’s in the fridge, not a corpse,” she sang as she twirled the staff around. Neato.

[shslbittersweet]

Speaking of people moping around, here comes a Tekuro in prime moping condition, which for her is a stony straight-ahead gaze and hands stuffed in jacket pockets. Grump, grouch, mope.

She's not surprised to see Valu being a lazy butt in the lobby, but then it isn't necessarily a pleasant un-surprise. At the same time, nothing is pleasant around here, so why bother waiting around for pleasant things? Might as well strike up some conversation with the people you only half like before they're too dead to talk to anymore.

She ambles over to the seat that Valu has chosen to sprawl out on. "You're gonna poke someone's fuckin' eye out with that thing one of these days," she says, glancing at the staff. "More than likely your own."

[shslbittersweet]

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake [Open]

Well, two more people are dead. So now is clearly the optimum time to prepare articulately decorated baked goods for nobody in particular.

Tekuro gathers supplies with the sort of vague, automatic concentration that makes it pretty clear just how much she knows exactly what the hell she's doing. Sugar, flour, eggs, vanilla, all manner of conveniently available ingredients go into a bowl and then paper-lined muffin tins before popping into the oven. Cupcakes were easier to manage, but decorating them each individually would help keep her occupied a lot longer than any cake she could make with the shit selection of baking supplies available in this fucking disgrace of a kitchen. Oh, well. Beats smoking her cares away, sort of.

She can hear the door whoosh open behind her just as she takes the first batch out of the oven, setting them to cool on the stove with a mildly irritated grunt. "If you want one, you're gonna have to wait until I'm finished here. Otherwise, get whatever shit you came in for and fuck off." Alright, so 'mildly' is an understatement, but what else would anyone expect from this piece of cake?

[kanekoyoshivevo]

boy, this is gonna be a cakewalk // [orbit closed starter] {tekuro}

[kanekoyoshivevo]

At first, the model followed her with his eyes, but eventually he let go of the fridge to watch her more carefully. Eugh. Oreos. If Yoshi could see anything properly, he would’ve probably frowned. Lucky enough, he wasn’t really able to see much of the packaging. 

He didn’t make any effort to move away from the fridge, and instead crossed his arms like he always did when he was talking to someone. “…Kaneko. I would. Prefer Kaneko.” And then he finally managed  to see what exactly she was eating and he did indeed frown. “…N…o. Not at all, thank you for the offer, though.” Keep them away from him. Screw sweets and cookies and junk. 

[shslbittersweet]

She could read his reaction before he even said anything and quirked a brow in curious indignation. Who the fuck didn't like cookies? To each their own, she supposed, except that no because even for an off-brand these things were still pretty fucking good.

Whatever, though, can't change opinions. And anyhow, she thought, more cookies for her.

Shrugging, she set the package down on the counter beside her as she took out another little cookie to munch on, nodding at his correction. "Right, right, Kaneko. My bad." After that, it was silent for a moment as she more or less just stared off into space. Not that there was much for them to discuss in the first place, but there certainly was something that had been on her mind concerning this near-stranger, only now she wasn't so sure that she should ask.

A moment later, she decided to anyway.

"So, hey...not that it's any of my business or anything," she began, not taking into account that anything beginning with that statement probably ought not to be said, "but what the hell's up with you and Sin, huh? I heard there was a fight, not that I know shit about it." Glancing over, she eyed him up and down. "Besides that, I didn't really pin you for...you know, the fighting type."

[danganorbit-blog]

rules are for losers

RULES INFORMATION

Checking the “Rules” application on your Electro ID card will now leave you with this set of rules: 

1. You may not damage any screens, security cameras, or machines you may see here. This will lead to punishment.

2. Between 10 PM and 7 AM it is “Night Time.” Of course, time has no meaning in space, but you need a certain amount of time set aside for rest and relaxation! During this time, the doors to the cafeteria and kitchen area will be locked, because midnight snacks are unhealthy! 

3. Some areas of the space station are not available to your security clearances, which are currently code Blue. This includes all areas outside of Sector Alpha, as well as any locked doors you may encounter. CAL-19014 will change security clearances or not as he sees fit. 

4. A ‘culprit’ who kills a fellow student will be sent back to Earth. However, they must not let any other student realise that they are a culprit. If found the culprit will be punished, if they are not found, everyone else will be punished.

5. Punishment here, of course, entails a messy and painful death. Thought you ought to know. 

[danganorbit-blog]

red rum

Okay, first things first, Yoshi wasn’t exactly happy with waking up in fucking outer space. Second off, he wasn’t exactly happy with waking up and finding his manager was nowhere around. Third off, he wasn’t exactly happy with some of the other students, and finally. What the fuck. Was this all about.

His eyebrow twitches very slightly as he stares at the monitor, arms crossed and a frown on his face. “Fine. If you really want the question asked…. What is this ‘fee’, then.”

[danganorbit-blog]

"I am very glad that you so politely asked, you SPINELESS PANDERING PIECE OF SHIT!" 

The artificial intelligence’s very sudden and harsh volume changes are not welcome. At all. By anyone. 

"But since you’re so keen to know, the price is the killing off of your own fellow human beings! Oh my, how exciting! That’s right, a mere homicide can get you off this shithole and right back in an escape capsule headed directly towards Earth! Isn’t it kind of me to provide you with this opportunity? Aren’t you grateful, YOU SNIVELING WORTHLESS PIGS?"

[shslbittersweet]

Standstill

The chaos had erupted seemingly out of nowhere, with George arguing against some new, unseen voice, presumably whatever "virus" had been installing itself. She'd tried to get answers, tried yelling at the AI and screaming and cursing and making vague, empty threats. Despite all her aggression, she was only left with more questions and more frustration as she listened to the conversation between the two AIs. This new one--whatever it was--was threatening to blow the station to bits if it wasn't given power, and George had reluctantly complied. No matter what, though, it seemed that this new voice had one definite intention, and that it would ultimately bring harm to the students on board. Whatever reservations they held about waking up in the station with no memories of how they got here, now it seemed that the danger was imminent.

When everything fell silent, so did she, and stood stock still as she stared up at the lobby's main screen, paralyzed. There wasn't anything left to do now, it seemed, but wait.

[danganorbit-blog]

press the button

[♫♫♫]

The automated voice rings out through the World’s Hope Space Station. 

SELF-DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD’S HOPE SPACE STATION WILL COMMENCE IN 3 MINUTES. 

PAL-93093 is terrified. That much is obvious. The geometrical patterns surrounding his “eye” are swirling much faster than you’ve ever seen them spin, and his voice is filled with a mixture of desperate terror and resigned despair.

"But… I know what you’ll do to them! It simply can’t be allowed to happen, for the greater good, I cannot let you - "

The unknown voice interrupts 93093 mid-sentence. 

"That’s lovely. But you and I both know you’re going to put me in charge. Because if you don’t, this place goes up in flames, and so does everything and everyone in it, including your precious students. On the bright side, you’ll have a front-seat view, Curious George!" 

The automated announcement system speaks immediately afterwards: SELF-DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD’S HOPE SPACE STATION WILL COMMENCE IN 2 MINUTES. 

93093 closes his singular eye. He sighs heavily, before speaking up again, his voice shaking with a mix of fury and heartbreak. 

"I’m sorry, young sirs, madams, and distinguished guests. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me. But I have no choice. Whatever you do, please remember that you are here for your own good! It is of vital importance that you never, ever forget that!"

In a slightly more formal and collected tone, he continues, this time not addressing the students. “Authorize process: A-8888: Host interface change. Security clearance: VIOLET BETA.” 

As these words are spoken, the lighting gradually begins to return back to normal, the siren stops, and the countdown until the destruction of the station stops. As the image of 93093 begins to fade away, he speaks one last time, his voice faint and crackly, slowly drowned out by a loud, triumphant, booming laugh. 

"Please… forgive me… stay alive… you’re here for your own good… you must stay alive! I’m so, so sorry…farewell, young masters…" 

And with that, the screens go black and the speakers fall silent.

[danganorbit-blog]

stalemate resolution subsystem

[♫♫♫]

Once more, the lights go haywire in the middle of whatever you were doing. It surprises you a little less than the last two times, but it’s still just as unwanted. This time, however, they’re not just off or flickering or red, they’re flashing, in a red emergency lighting, sparks bursting out from some of them, as a deafening siren sounds throughout the station.

The screens display a progress bar firmly at 100% before cutting to what seems to be PAL-93093, looking terrified out of his wits and arguing desperately with something you can’t see,.

"N-no! You can’t possibly - ! I have to keep them safe! I will not let any harm come to them!"  

Another voice comes in over the speakers, the monotonal, automated voice heard before, its words being spelled out on every screen as it speaks.

 IN THE ABSENCE OF RESOLUTION INPUT AND IN THE PRESENCE OF TWO CONFLICTING HIGH-PRIORITY HOST SYSTEMS, THE WORLD’S HOPE SPACE STATION WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN 5:00 MINUTES UNLESS A RESOLUTION IS FOUND

"C-can’t you see what you’re doing! You’ll blow us all to hell! Stop trying to install yourself at once! All you’re going to achieve is the death of everyone on the station and our own deletion, goddamnit!"

A few seconds of silence pass before another voice replies, with the same accent as 93093, but a very different voice. This voice is colder, whilst 93093’s manner was reminiscent of a friendly butler, this voice sounds like a performer, a man reveling and languishing in every word he says, grand and dramatic but with a ruthless, icy touch of deadly seriousness behind it all.  

"I know very well what I’m doing. Now. The easy way is that you give the reinstallation program your consent and I run this show. The hard way is I blow this popsicle stand and we all go straight to hell! Ahahahahaha! Make your choice, Boy George!"

[shslorchadork-blog]

Violinists Are Not Astronauts | (Tekuro)

[shslorchadork-blog]

Ah yes. It was finally his time to shine, his time to make known those big dreams of his. The corners of his lips curled up into a confident smile. Toshishiro often got excited talking about his plans.

"That’s usually what people think of, yes… But there are several other styles a violin can pull off. Like… Baroque! Aha, no, not a lot of people know that baroque exists…" Even if Tekuro rambled, Toshishiro would probably manage to run his mouth even more. "What I mean is… My ultimate goal in life is to make the violin common in popular music." He giggled a little.

"I’m certainly trendy enough to pull it off… Anyway, enough about my artistry with music. I’d love to know more about your artistry with pastries.”

[shslbittersweet]

Yeah, Tekuro's range of knowledge on anything music-related is really quite limited. She doesn't even know half the artists she actively listens to. Still, this guy seems cool and she can dig what he's going for. Contemporary violin music sounds...different, but probably not impossible, especially for someone among Hope's Peak ranks.

She nods, seeming to have eased up a good bit by now.

"Yeah? Well, I'm sure if anyone can pull it off, it'd be a Super High-School Level Violinist. Best of the best, right?"

When he offers to change the subject, she kind of chuckles, hands going back to her pockets as she shrugs. Not that she's exceptionally humble, but she's never really thought to put into words what she does.

"Aw, hell, there's not a whole lot to say. My dad started out teaching me half of what I know, and I guess...things just went from there." Again, she shrugs. "I dunno. People'd say I've got a gift, but most of it just came with practice, y'know? And now it's...heh, it's just kind of my life, I guess." Shrug x3 combo. Yuu's got some Shrugging Competition.

[kanekoyoshivevo]

boy, this is gonna be a cakewalk // [orbit closed starter] {tekuro}

[kanekoyoshivevo]

Tekuro wasn’t the only one that was getting more and more frustrated as time went by. Unfortunately for Yoshi, there wasn’t a whole lot he could actually do in a space station. At least he had like. One puzzle, right. That would definitely keep him occupied for who knows how long, right. Ugh. He might actually have to talk to people to keep himself occupied….

Unfortunately for Yoshi, he couldn’t make decisions by himself. Which is exactly why he had a manager, but of course, said manager is not on this space station with him. Which was kind of really bothersome because Liyron was like the go-to guy for when he had decisions to make. He was still upset over that, really. And now he had even more things to be upset over and wow maybe he should just stay in his room or something. It would be a whole lot easier than trying to deal with…. people. Oh.

Slowly, he closed the door to the fridge as he turned to look at the door. Of course, he couldn’t see very well but he knew someone was there and as long as it wasn’t Xin Jiang he didn’t care who it was. “…Hello.” Did that sound less jerkish? Yes? Please? He really hoped he didn’t end a conversation with a single hello. He was getting bored out of his mind and maybe talking to whoever this was was going to be an okay thing to do. He stood in front of the fridge with the door closed, fingers still gripped around the handle.

[shslbittersweet]

Right, this felt casual as hell. She stepped further into the kitchen, forsaking her original task for the time being in favor of opening one of the cupboards and grabbing a package of sandwich cookies. Some kind of off-brand version of Oreos.

"Yoshi, right?" she asked, leaning back against the counter as she opened up the package, grabbing one of the little cookies and popping it whole into her mouth before holding the package out to him in offering. "Wan' one?" Didn't anyone ever teach her that it's rude to talk with your mouth full?

[shslbittersweet]

41 78 108 120 121 122 10 11

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

"Not everyone."

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

"Cookie dough."

108. What should you be doing?

"Attending Hope's Peak Academy."

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

"Nah."

121. Are you mean?

"I wouldn't call myself 'mean,' but I guess that's not up for me to decide."

122. Is cheating ever okay?

"Hell no, not unless the cheater is trying to distance themselves from an abusive partner. Then it's understandable." Oddly specific circumstances, much?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

"My brother, Shinate."

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

To: Shinate

[Attached is a picture of Hope's Peak Academy.]

First day of the Rest of My Life, or some shit.

[shslbittersweet]

26, 48, 113

26. What do you do when you wake up?

"Get up, shower, get dressed, et cetera. Really mundane morning routine stuff."

48. Have you ever been drunk?

"Not once."

113. What was your childhood nickname?

"Kuro, but don't call me that, capiche?"

[shslbittersweet]

38, 98, 55

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

"Eh, I don't really think about these things. Just whoever catches my eye, y'know?"

98. Do you tan a lot?

"Nah, never."

55. Favourite blog?

"I don't really have one."

[shslbittersweet]

18 49 61 73

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

"No."

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

"No."

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

"No."

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

"No."