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[attr="class","nikki109"]Yearound there were always pop up events at UAU with some being related to your discipline such as rescue or combat exercises and others that were set up as social events for the students. The Department of Cultural and Creative Studies' summer BBQ was the later. It celebrated all the traditional "BBQ" foods from cultures worldwide to kick off the summer. For many in the other courses outside of the hero discipline, it also served as a great networking experience for them as they could get together to mingle and discuss various projects they were working on. [break][break]

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Part of the terms of Ylva's transfer to UAU involved a requirement to attend at least one of these social events per month for the full duration. She dreaded it as these types of things did nothing for her grades or involved any training to make her stronger. It was pretty useless when she was hyper-fixated on only doing things to further her own goals...well, her family's desires were pretty much synonymous at this point. Even still, better to get these things out of the way early so she could get back to being productive. [break][break]

Luckily for her, the terms were simply that she needed to attend for the full duration and not go out of her way to socialize with anyone. Thank god as anything else, and she would have reconsidered attending the school. [break][break]

The one thing she enjoyed about UAU was the variety in cuisine, which was no exception. Since it was a multicultural event, she was much more comfortable requesting some of the foods she grew up with rather than defaulting to the Japanese cuisine that she usually did in the cafeteria. Kåldolmar, Brændende kærlighed, and frikadeller were some of her favorite comfort foods. With her plate of food sufficiently filled, she would tuck herself away in a shaded corner as far away from the main groups of people as she could while not discrediting her "social experience". Time to eat! [break][break]

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[Zipper]

It was time to mingle.

You don’t get a glimpse into the best and the brightest of the future until you see them in public. Events like these were vital for their growth. If they were to become a hero, a responsibility that meant more than just saving the lives of others — let’s not forget the important social dynamics they reinforce, along with the vast amount of influence they wield over the culture — then they needed to properly conduct themselves.

Zipper was by no means an expert. She lived by the words: do as I say, not as I do. She’s logged thousands of hours on the internet researching social interaction, only to let her over-eager mouth swallow her own foot. Practice makes perfect and if she’s going to manage these people, whoever they end up being, then she needed to implement some kind of filter.

Plus, it’s an event. A chance for her to find other bright minds who can teach her the ins and outs of event planning that she was sorely lacking. For as successful as her first event was, it played into the students’ ego. Playing into their hunger wasn’t much better, but it provided a different set of challenges to overcome.

Her eyes scanned the food, then the people, then the room. Her eyes fell upon a strange-looking girl with white hair and yellow eyes. Piqued her interest, but there’s always a catch. The same that drew her attention was what kept her hesitant.

“Huh,” Zipper sipped her drink. “A wallflower.”

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Ylva Riis

[Freja Helt]

An event all about food? Perfect, she was starving!

In an effort to forget about her past trauma she had elected to train even harder. She wasn't running away from her past, from home, she was just bettering herself for the future she wanted to create in Japan. That's what she told herself so she could fall asleep every night. More training resulted in more of an appetite, which had led her to this event. She wasn't too keen on socializing, but she never missed a chance to get some good food, especially not when she could get some Danish grilled specialties.

As soon as she had filled up her tray Freja immediately headed to one of the corners, away from the center where most people mingled. She didn't see her roomies, nor Sumi anywhere, so she wasn't comfortable approaching that many people. Looking over she noticed someone who was all alone. Had she gotten the same idea as her? Freja didn't recognize her, maybe she was new and just scared of socializing? This was something she could handle, shy people were usually easy to get to know. ''Hi! The shade's nice and cool here, right? Makes it easier to tolerate the summer heat.'' She smiled as she approached Ylva, her eyes wandering to look at what she had picked out to eat. ''No way. Is that...'' She looked down at her own tray, she had picked an identical dish. ''Brændende kærlighed.'' She said the name in her native language, Danish. Aside from brændende kærlighed, Freja had also picked out a couple of Danish style hotdogs. ''Are you- have you been-'' She was fumbling over her words, this girl was totally eating Scandinavian food wasn't she?! ''I-I'm Freja! Freja Helt.''

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She had hoped her choice to sit alone would be respected and that those around her could pick up on the "subtle" clues that she didn't want to chat with anyone. Otherwise why sit alone? Like she was shy? What a weird assumption to make. If she were shy she wouldn't have even bothered to attend the event - Yet here came someone who either had a lot of confidence or zero social skills. Once Freja opened her mouth and word vomited, trying to strike up a conversation, it became clear that it was the latter. [break][break]

There was a bit of surprise when Freja correctly pointed out what she was eating and its actual name, but the further introduction made that reasoning all clear. She was also European, especially with a name like Freja Helt. Even still, if Freja was hoping for some sort of friendly banter or optimistic introduction on Ylva's end, she would be very disappointed as she continued to sit, eating her food while staring up at her much much taller junior. Was it rude? Absolutely! Ylva wasn't here to make friends, so without any further intervention, she would continue to stare at Freja as she ate, hoping that she'd get the hint that she wasn't interested and take a hike. [break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Hey, you're Freja, right?" Like a ninja or some sort of cryptid, a girl with orange hair, knee-length denim skirt with wear and frays along the edges and sides, and graphic tee appeared in front of them. Where did she come from? No one knows, probably crawled from under some rock somewhere. She looked the part, too; there were bags under her eyes, and if her hair wasn't in some kind of ponytail it would more than likely be all over the place. Regardless, she would be studying the pair, with her gaze focused on Freja. "I've been asked to distribute tickets for a raffle later on today. Would you like to enter in? It's only 100 yen per ticket." She glanced over at the new girl, a few cogs spinning. Didn't she see an article about her recently? Didn't matter, she was tired and she had to get through everyone first. "You're free to enter in too if you want, Miss...?" Ylva Riis Freja Helt Zipper

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“Never mind,” Zipper muttered to herself. “Popular, already.”

Zipper’s interest waned. What drew her to the girl was how she opted to be alone in an otherwise social setting. Either the choice was deliberate or it wasn’t. While it’d be interesting if it had been a choice, the more likely scenario was that she was shy. Yet, despite her analysis, it turned out she was simply waiting for friends to arrive. Either that or they were a lesbian magnet.

Wait, Jun was lesbian, right? Stalking her to the beach to protect her, while heroic, definitely gave off some ‘I’m in love with you vibes.’ Zipper would know after her brief stint with Kioko. And, admittedly, had been avoiding Jun since.

She was not her type.

Even if she was, Zipper didn’t want to come out yet. She only recently discovered her affinity for tall, goth women and was parsing through that as best she could — by throwing herself into her work and avoiding the thought.

Sniff, sniff.

Something smells good.

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Shinto was nearly through the second semester of his second year, that being said, that meant this wasn't the first BBQ event that he had been around for. The delicious array of food had been calling to the bottomless pit known as his stomach for the last week, the large man forgoing any food before he got to the event on that day. His original plan was to drag along Toshi and Nanpa with him, but they had been delayed for their own reasons; so the man decided to venture to the event himself! The various smells of smoked meats and various treats filled the air long before Shinto had arrived upon the scene.

As his golden hues finally came to upon the event, taking in the stalls and the various students who were mingling about, there was no denying the joy that the man felt! A large, handsome grin would spread across his lips as he let out a loud laugh that would catch the attention of others around him, "What comradery! Food is always a great way to bring people together!" Shinto declared to no one in particular before making his way headfirst into the event.

Shinto stood at a six feet and two inches tall, with deep tan skin and golden blonde hair atop his head. Black markings spread from his eyes, towards his temples, before disappearing around the back of his head. A loose-fitting dress shirt was draped over his upper body, black slacks on his lower half to match. His loud, openly-welcoming demeanor contrasted the more expensive clothing that he wore, but it didn't seem to bother him as he grabbed a plate before heading over to the more American-style food. It wasn't long before there were several burgers and ribs stacked atop the plate, "Damn, the guys are really going to regret missing out on this one."

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''Um, so...'' Things were only getting more awkward by the seconds as Ylva continued to stare her down, not saying a word. It was in this moment she realized she might have made a mistake, that this new student wasn't necessarily shy, she had gone all the way out here to avoid people and socializing. Now she felt bad, how could she possibly save this disastrous first encounter. What was the best thing to say before just bowing out and looking for someone else to talk to?

''Huh?'' She turned to look at Jun a big fan of her graphic tee. ''That's me.'' Where had she seen this girl before? Kaida and... ''Oh, you helped capture Kei's runaway robot didn't you?'' Jun looked tired, but she couldn't hold that against her, going to hero school was an exhausting endeavor. ''A raffle? What for?'' Before Jun got the chance to answer she was already reaching for her wallet, balancing her tray with one hand. ''Sure, if it's just 100 yen.'' With a bit of effort she fished the money out and handed it to Jun. She had been in Japan for a while now and she somehow still wasn't used to all this physical cash. That was the biggest thing she missed about Denmark, how you paid with a card everywhere and didn't have to bother carrying coins or wads of cash.

Her head whipped back to the barbeque when a tall guy walked in, announcing his presence. He seemed friendly, and also the complete opposite of Ylva over here. She blinked her eyes. Ylva was eating Scandinavian food... Could it be she was from Northern Europe?! Suddenly everything made sense! The reason she wasn't socializing, how quiet she was being, it was a totally different culture back home! But then again, Ylva had stared her down and holding eye contact wasn't exactly the hallmarks of an asocial person.

Anyway, no need to dwell on it.

''Are you organizing the raffle, Jun?''

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[Mafdet Khepri]

"Yes, hello?" Khepri said before holding the phone a bit further from their ear. Flipping their grilling fish they waited for the noise to die down before replying. "No I didn't use our private jet to fly fresh Tilapia over to Japan this morning. I have no idea who did that."

Biting a chunk off the skewer she was holding with her tail the catbug continued listening to the shouted complaints, occasionally humming in agreement or offering a short reply.

"Sorry gotta go now my Tilapia are cooked, talk to you later grandpa."

Taking the fish out of the grates they'd put them inbetween they slapped them onto the usherette they were carrying and put on a new batch of fish before they set off. Approaching student after student Khepri handed out fish after fish until their tray was empty once more and the process began anew.

"Grilled Tilapia, fresh from the Nile. Only just caught this morning!"

"Delicious Tilapia, so fragrant it'd take weeks to get the scent out of a private jet!"

"Wonderful Tila- oh, I'm all out. Better luck with the next batch!"

Khepri nodded to themself. Handing out fish had gone much better this time than it had last time. Tapping at their phone they wrote down several notes. 'Grilled is more popular than raw', 'Make sure to gut entirely, not partially' and 'Grill over fire, not water' amongst them. Finishing the next school of fish Khepri made sure to put the lock on their portable cooler just in case anyone would run off with the raw ones before once more setting off to hand out fish.

Their gaze was quickly drawn to a motley group away from the rest of the crowd. What secrets were they hiding the catbug wondered. Khepri smiled. A mystery like that was just what this event needed! They knew keeping a rusty pipe strapped to their back for the past three days wouldn't be for nothing. Khepri's eyes flicked from person to person as they made their way over, wondering which one was the killer and which one was the victim.

"Here, fresh Tilapia! Tell me if you kill anyone!" Khepri said to a tall, blond man on the way there. They were gone again before Shinto could question them. Remembering that their tail was still holding a now cold skewer they took another bite when they finally reached the motley band of murder mystery characters.

"Hehy hevhryone," they began before swallowing, "grilled Tilapia, take however many you want! Which of you is the butler?"

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

For those keener of hearing, an odd noise might have been heard. One which grew ever closer until its source was finally revealed. Momo had arrived and pulled along by her hand not otherwise occupied by its arm being in both cast and sling, was a little red wagon piled high with all manner of French pastries. Each one was painstakingly made by Momo herself. Perhaps a little too literal on the painstaking part since she was, you know, down an arm.

Speaking of which.

“Hi, Junsuina-san!”

The cheery greeting followed Momo’s entrance into the designated space for the event. “Hi, Zipper,” immediately followed as Momo spotted the other girl that she knew. The rest were still more or less strangers. But not for long! Momo was about to make all of them her new best friend. One way or another. The first way was through bribery though. Momo began to make her rounds, offering the sweet treats she had brought with her to any and everyone that deigned to speak with her.

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A Barbecue! Finally something to look forward to! While the expression on her face was a poor gauge for telling her mood or what she was thinking, her stride was almost bouncy. Her casual-wear consisted of a black fitted Tshirt and dark jeans. As the faux red-head entered the main area she seemed to be blinded to all going on around her and immediately zeroed in on the food spread.

In short order she had a plate stacked with well, primarily different forms of grilled meat. That's what a barbecue was for after all! She took a bite as she walked towards the middle of the event starting to look at seating. Her first instinct was an empty table but she could hear her old boss' voice chastising her. 'Akai-kun, you know you won't make any friends that way!' Of course, she didn't necessarily want any, they tended to be more trouble than they were worth. Or at least more painful in the end.

But, she had made the decision to turn her life around and become a hero, right? So maybe she could push herself outside her comfort zone in things like this too... Maybe just this once.

She sighed and took another look around spotting a table with seemingly more and more people joining it. Maybe she could slide in with that group too. She started in that direction before something caught her ear, she turned watching a girl with a broken arm pulling in a wagon full of... "Shit."

She immediately backtracked nearly scrambling back from the cart full of sweet pastries. She was lucky her plate was full and the smells of the barbecue overpowered any sugary sickening sweet scents. "Ugh, gross." She muttered under her breath turning away and looking for another table.

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[attr="class","nikki109"]Oh my lord this is a fucking nightmare. Ylva thought to herself as more and more gathered around her. What were they having a reunion? It originated from the taller dane making her way over here to begin with, perhaps these were all just friends of hers or at the very least a few of them seemed to be as they referenced her by name. Her eyes would narrow as she continued to stare down Freja who she would ultimately blame for opening the floodgates and putting her in this position.[break][break]

Ylva would take a moment to pull out her phone and open it to reveal the timer she had set. 55 more minutes and she will have fulfilled her obligatory time for the month. This was basically like volunteer hours and while she couldn't leave she definitely wasn't going to give more than the bare minimum effort. Given her quirk, the girl in the graphic tee didn't surprise her, but at least she had a purpose for suddenly showing up as she was clearly part of this club and trying to raise money for...something? This one was a bit more familiar than the rest as another classmate of hers whose name escaped her referred to her as the 'redhead still in the closet.' Odd, but whatever. "No." she'd pause and internally sigh before correcting herself. "No, thank you." and return to eating, or at least she would have if it wasn't for even more distractions. [break][break]

The two biggest weirdos on the planet were next with one very large man who had a plate stacked with enough food that the idea of eating it all in one sitting made Ylva feel sick made her way over to the group and was more boisterous than Ylva would have liked - this just happened to be zero in every case for her. Then a fish salesman who didn't look like they really knew what they were doing even among the rest of this ragtag group of...whats a polite word for socially inept? [break][break]

But wait, there's more! The hamburgeler next was a girl who, in her condition, really shouldn't be dragging around a cart...that was dragging a cart filled with sweets. Had Ylva any inclination for sweets, she might have taken one, but unluckily for Momo, if it wasn't her guilty pleasure of a milkshake or frozen dessert, she had no interest. One by one it was proving that these people were all the same: overly friendly and not able to pick up on context clues about what someone SITTING ALONE meant.[break][break]

Compared to the rest of them, so far, the smaller redhead that was hovering near the group but didn't engage did actually get her attention. She had the look on her face of someone else who didn't want to actually be there either which was ironic because this apathy made Ylva think about how she'd much prefer someone who also wanted to be silent and not socialize as company IF she had to. In another uncharacteristic move, she would actually address Akaiken. "You're not going to find a quiet spot." she'd gesture to all the people around her now. "Believe me, I tried, and that didn't work out."[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun would open up the little money pouch she had on her and waited for Freja to hand over the money. The question about Kei did rattle something in her head, and then things fell in place. "Right, you were the one with a bat," she says, nodding. She had heard a bit about Freja, now that she thought about it. Including a rumor that she wanted to clear up. "It's for the business department. They're looking to funnel money into a few projects down the line, and this is one way they're going about getting funds. They're keeping the prizes pretty close to their chest, so I'm not sure-" The interruption by Khepri was...odd. Jun took a step away from her, pulling out a ticket and handing it to Freja. "I'll...pass. I prefer saltwater fish." This was a lie, but it was mostly because something about this girl(?) was off. Like she shouldn't trust the fish. Either way, this corner suddenly felt cramped, and she needed out. Looking over at Ylva, she started to say, "Well, if you change your mind then-" and stopped as Momo called out to her. She glanced back, noticing the cast and a pang of guilt lanced through her. Still in the early stages of therapy, she couldn't exactly let go of her own actions, and gave a tentative wave back. "I'll...be around. Sorry, excuse me." She'd break away from the corner, her anxiety starting to climb as she shifted away. She had no idea why she was pegged for this job, and it meant she had to talk with everyone. Though she had to stop herself as she nearly bowled right into Zipper. "S-sorry," she says, backing up in order to collect herself. "Uh, right. Zipper, would you want to participate in the raffle?" Zipper Ylva Riis Freja Helt Aimoto Momo Mafdet Khepri

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Strong golden hues took in the approach of many more students from the campus eventually making their way to the event, something that caused the man's grin to only widen. Shinto had just gotten done with his fourth rib while walking around, easily taking almost the whole length of meat into his mouth before pulling the bone slowly out, tearing the meat off in his mouth and leaving his mouth full. It was when his mouth was fully and he placed the cleaned rib down, then there was suddenly a piece of grilled tilapia within the BBQ covered fingers of that hand; his other hand carrying the plate of half food/half discarded ribs. There was a bit of confusion on his face at the sudden change, as well as the phrase telling him to confess if he had killed anyone... Before the person was gone, Shinto caught sight of the feline-esque person, especially the tail that seemed to waggle a piece of tilapia around. Well, there was no reason to turn down free food! In only a few moments the piece of fish was destroyed, what bones might have been left inside being discarded onto his plate; if there were none then the piece of fish would simply be gone within a few seconds, "The selection this year is blowing last years' out the water!" Not that the previous year had been terrible but it seemed things only got better the more years they had to build upon.

It was hard to miss the increasingly large gathering of students, though Shinto had missed the part where most of them seemed to approach the lone girl. Instead, it seemed to him as though a bunch of people had gathered on purpose to mingle with one another. Licking his fingers clean, soon those same digits would be grabbing a burger that Shinto would devour in a matter of moments. Training had been running him ragged this week, so the sweet reward of a seemingly endless buffet was the best type of reward for someone with his appetite. By the time Shinto would cross the room towards the large group of students, the remaining food on his large plate would already be gone, being thrown away in a trashcan that he passed. Before he could approach Ylva and their ever-growing cast of friends, the man's stomach was already rumbling, "Hmm... I'm sure they will still be there once I grab another plate."

As he was moving to return to the table for more food, it was by chance that his ears would pick up on the mentioning of a raffle. His interest would be immediately piqued, turning his attention towards a woman wearing a graphic tee who was speaking to another student. There was no hesitation in the moment that Shinto would approach the two of them, waving his right hand in an grand wave, "Greetings, my fellow peers! Did I hear incorrectly or is there a raffle? I cannot say no to a good game of luck." The tall man wore a large grin even as he interjected himself into their interaction, speaking with a level of comfortably that suggested he met them both before. But he had most definitely not.

junsuina Zipper

[Muruyama Kenta]

Well, the day was shaping up to be pretty good. The School was organizing a social gathering thing and this time it was a BBQ! There have been a few get-togethers already including that one time when a rich girl rented a few boats…he didn’t remember a lot from that night. Probably getting ready for a party with a couple of strong 0’s before wasn’t a good idea…though he did his pals from the Noblebright so that was neat.

This time Kenta was going to not get himself knocked out. Official school stuff and all. Though all the delicious smells of grilled meats did have him worried he’d end up in a food coma by the end of the day. He already finished one chicken skewer and had a tray with some grilled meats which weren’t as common here in Japan, a big skewer with veggies, and a yummy-looking sausage. The only thing he was lacking now was some company. He didn’t stumble upon anyone he knew yet.

By some degree of luck, he did manage to spot two familiar faces, Freja and Momo talking to some people up ahead. Momo even went the extra mile apparently, bringing in a cart with all sorts of sweet things “Yo guys, how’s it going!” he called out as he approached the group, smiling to the two friends he knew while looking around the other people. Jun-senpai was here, otherwise, he didn’t knew the other people, but part of the reason for this was to change that “Hi Freja, Momo, everyone…mind some extra company? I got food to share” he said with a smile. He didn’t quite get enough of a read on some of the girls in the gathering seemingly not feeling well with the crowd…but it didn’t hurt to break the ice a bit.

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