(first miracle) cafeteria; lunchtime

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru, unlike most newcomers, has absolutely no problem with the hows and whys of being in another world and being enrolled as a student in some random school. If anything, she's worried about how her charge back home is going to fare without her.

[But really, her most pressing issue right now is the cold. Mikuru had been on her way home from a battle, and thus is wearing a short, thin battle waitress costume. Trabia is not only cold but also too sparsely populated for her to go and buy new clothes on her new sponsor's dime.

[And so we find Mikuru in the cafeteria, course catalog and acceptance letter tucked into her corset, holding her twin pistols hidden beneath her apron. When she gets her tray of soup and a sammich, she shifts her pistols into one hand and attempts to carry the tray one-handedly.

[This being Mikuru, this cannot ever and does not end well. Behold: Flying soup. She lunges forth to catch the bowl, one hand still trying to hide her pistols even as her apron flies up.]

No--!

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[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[See the emblem on the back of Snow's coat? The shiny, awesome (antimatter) emblem? It's totally dripping with soup, now. And the extremely large man turns to look, curiously, at what just hit him]

hi, you are my hero for getting splattered by hot soup

[bunnypassingby]

[The bowl hits the ground and breaks. Mikuru's lunge turns into a fall, and she looks up from the ground at this soup splattered man morosely.]

Sorry! I-- I'll wash your coat for you-- I'm so sorry!

[Mikuru scrambles to her feet to find some napkins until she can actually go and wash it.]

Dignity thy name is not Snow

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Are you okay? [Snow starts to kneel to offer her a hand up, but she manages to beat him to it -- since she's scrambling, while he's moving more deliberately. Gotta, when your his size]

Don't worry about the coat. You wouldn't believe how tough this thing is, it's okay. You're not hurt though, are you?

sorry for delay; busy weekend

[bunnypassingby]

Yes, I'm fine--

[And now Mikuru, armed with napkins, tries to dab at the soup on his coat with a napkin, but got so many that she drops half of them on the floor.]

Pfft. Cataclysm. I barely notice. :)

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Easy there. [Snow grew up clumsy. He understands. But sensing that she won't be satisfied till she's done something to help the coat, he shrugs out of it, then lays it across a table.]

It'll be fine. [He taps it with a fist, smiling] This thing's been through more than most people in the Garden.

[zeroth-card.livejournal.com]

[Minato sees the flying soup bowl soaring his way, and instinctively takes a nearby empty tray to shield himself from it, as its contents splash onto it.

Too bad he didn't notice the bowl's pursuer lunging at it.]

[bunnypassingby]

[Crash? If not, Mikuru's going to land on the floor.]

[zeroth-card.livejournal.com]

[Oh, very much a crash. Maybe even a topple, depending on how fast Mikuru is going.]

[bunnypassingby]

[Not overly quickly, but hard enough to mock that tray out of Minato's hands. As soon as Mikuru realizes she's practically in a stranger's arms, she backs up fast.]

I'm sorry!

[fierybluebird]

[Catches the bowl of soup in one hand as best he can. Flying food isn't always unusual in his crew.]

Now, I'm sure you didn't want to waste good food like that in a food fight, eh?

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru's eyes widen as she barely manages to stop herself from falling over. That was a good catch, kind sir.]

I didn't mean to start a food fight!

[fierybluebird]

[Steadies the soup and hands it back best he can, though a little is slopped on the floor naturally.]

Just a bit careless, eh?

[bunnypassingby]

[Quiet, but corrective:] Clumsy.

[That, and trying to hold a heavyish tray with one hand while trying to hide something under your apron with your other hand is a bad idea, but Mikuru takes smaller steps towards a table this time in an effort to balance this out.]

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

[Seifer's walking towards her, looking for some food. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting a free bowl of soup aiming for him. He takes two steps back right as the bowl decides to land just shortly in front of him, spilling all over the place and of course, right over this boots of his.

Seifer is not pleased and proceeds to glaring at Mikuru.]

How much more incompetent can these cadets get?

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru manages to halt her lunge before she falls, but only when she's right up in Seifer's personal space. Not good not good not good! She backs right up, aiming for the nearest napkin dispenser so she can wipe Seifer's boots off.]

I'm really sorry! It's my first day here...

[And now she will go into her cadetship forever thinking she is incompetent.]

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

Clearly.

[He's not going to bother stepping around her, that wouldn't be right for him.]

I'd hate to see you in an emergency training, probably screw up the passing ability of everyone else.

[bunnypassingby]

[Excellent. Mikuru will be wiping your boots now, Seifer.]

Would one person affect the rest of the class's grades...?

[turnaboutmentor.livejournal.com]

[sidesteps the flying soup and tries to catch Mikuru's hand before the soup splatters everywhere. This may or may not work so well, considering that the soup's now landing in a trashcan where it belongs.]

Are you alright?

[bunnypassingby]

[Good hand catch, ma'am.]

Yes, I'm fine...

[turnaboutmentor.livejournal.com]

That could've turned nasty. [manages a small smile, and yeah, she's totally pretending to not notice Mikuru's outfit or the pistols] Are you a new Cadet here?

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru nods.] It's my first day...

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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HEY! Watch what you're doing!

[bunnypassingby]

[Mortified, Mikuru almost leaps off him.]

I'm so sorry! That must be so hot-- I'm sorry--

[And Mikuru scrambles to the nearest napkin dispenser to try and wipe him off.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

You think?!

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No, don't bother, I'll do it myself before you fall on me again! You clean up the mess on the floor.

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru nods frantically, thrusting a handful of napkins at him.] I'm sorry!