Realistic or Modern Rosemary Academy Mission Files (In-Character)

[BackSet]

Adrian Thane
Codename: Phantasm
Category: Wild Card
September 4th, 6:05 AM
Rosemary Academy - Squad 7 Suite
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Every day Adrian spent at Rosemary Academy he questioned his decision to attend. The training was bad enough on its own but also they had to wake up at absurd hours. 6:00 AM? Whoever heard of waking up at 6:00 AM for anything? It wasn't like they had training they needed to get to, that didn't start until 7. A whole hour later!

Nevertheless, every morning he did his best to drag himself out of bed. This one was no exception. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Adrian was not ready to start the day but he did anyways. He weighed his options for breakfast. He could head down to the mess hall and have something from there. It was mostly shit but it was edible shit. Alternatively he could try cooking something in the small Kitchenette the Suite had. No, that was too much effort. In the end he settled for simply grabbing a bag of chips from the cabinet. Quick and easy.

He took his bag of chips over to the couch and sat down, rubbing his temples. God, he was tired. If only they'd let him get at least an hour more sleep. Though maybe it was his fault for late night gaming sessions? Nah, that couldn't be it, it was definitely them. Speaking of which, it seemed he left his Switch on the coffee table overnight. He needed to keep better track of his things. He wasn't sure what he'd do if it got lost or broken. But, it was somewhat fortuitous. Since it was right there he didn't have to go back to his room and get it. He snatched it up and turned it on. At the very least he could get some game time in before the inevitable training from hell.

Nellancholy , GamerKitty205 , Captain_Cardboard , PlusUltra

 

[Captain_Cardboard]

Mica Winchester
Codename: Armory
Category: Wild Card
September 4th, 6:05 AM
Rosemary Academy - Squad 7 Suites​

The soft hum of his alarm awoke Mica from his slumber. What did this make? Sixth day of classes? The white haired young man sat up in bed, turning off his alarm clock and blearily rubbing sleep from his eyes. It was over a week of attending Rosemary Academy, and Mica was having a difficult time adjusting. It was incredibly physically taxing, and Mica was no closer to figuring out the origin of his magic. At the very least, his teammates didn't seem too terrible. Mica's thoughts wandered to them as he got ready for the day. Adrian, Bria, Maria, and Mistral. Ranging from anti social to outgoing, they seemed pretty easy to get along with so far. The scariest part so far was the Sergeant Major. Mica had already been yelled at quite a few times by her, something he'd like to try and limit in the future.

Mica stepped into the common room, and found Adrian was already up. The first one up, surprisingly. Or had he been out here, playing his switch all night? Mica hoped not. As he made his way to the kitchen, Mica heard the familiar crunch and crackle of chips being eaten.
"Good morning, Adrian." Mica said politely. The white haired young man rustled about in the kitchenette, heating up the stove and getting some eggs from the fridge. Mica looked over the counter, and frowned at the edgelord.

"It might be a good idea for your breakfast to be a little more hardy than just chips. Who knows what the Sergeant Major has planned for us today?" Mica said. "I'm making some eggs, would you like some?"

 

[GamerKitty205]

Bria Truong
Codename: Solarflare
Category: Powerhouse
Morning, September 4th
Rosemary Academy - Squad 7 Suites​

5:52. Exactly three minutes before her alarm went off Bria found her eyes open in a fully lit room, sprawled out on the floor. If asked she would probably insist that of course she had gone to bed at a normal time, a princess needs her beauty sleep after all! It would be a lie though. Bria couldn't remember the last time she had actually fallen asleep rather than simply drift away in the middle of some activity. This time it was... Script annotation? That's what the play and various sticky notes implied at least, which meant Bria even have duty to blame, just her own bad habits.

Bria peeled herself up from the floor and began her morning routine. Makeup was second nature, her hair barely took any time, and almost every outfit in her wardrobe was made to be easy to throw on without looking horrible. So by 6:05am sharp, Princess Briallen was waltzing out of her suite, looking as immaculate as ever.

It seemed like Mica had already beaten her to the kitchen. Probably for the best, Bria would admit that she wasn’t exactly proficient with a skillet. Making eggs for everyone would have ended poorly if she had attempted it.

“Eggs for breakfast sounds lovely, if you don’t mind making a few more,” Bria said as she sat on one of the common room couches. “One can hardly train on an empty stomach.”

 

[Nellancholy]

It was rare before that Maria Lau ever had any trouble getting to sleep or waking up on time, and for over a year now that had become even more of the case. All she had to do was close her eyes and think about falling asleep, and it would not be long before it took her.

And just as easily it would relinquish her, when the time came. Loosen its grip, allow her to return to the land of the waking. She almost wished that her body could be beyond the need for sleep, so that she didn't have to be all alone in the swirling, fathomless depths every night.

She stood up from behind the counter, narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the edge. "Um...hi. Good morning." She blinked at the other occupants of the dormitory, her hands raised slightly in a conciliatory gesture. "Just...just eggs? They're nice and all, but..." She bit her lip and glanced down before taking a knee again to pick up her findings. "This was in the fridge, and this..." There was a plastic package sealed with a rubber band, presumably left by a prior occupant and holding two sausages. Not quite enough. Alongside it was a bag of sliced bread, stale but not yet moldy.

The two types of biomass felt weighty in her hands. Inert. Useless to it. The bacteria and mold had not yet arrived in force to begin their noble work of decomposition. "Protein and...carbs..." She murmured, to no one in particular. "Anybody want them? I can toast them, or something..."

 

[Captain_Cardboard]

Mica Winchester
Codename: Armory
Category: Wild Card
September 4th, Early Morning
Rosemary Academy - Squad 7 Suites​

"Ah! Good morning, Briallen. Good morning, Maria." Mica greeted each of the girls as they walked out of their rooms. Briallen asked for some food, and Maria also seemed hungry. Mica was happy to adjust the amount of food he was making. In fact, Mistral hadn't gotten up yet either, had she? Mica bet she was also going to want some breakfast, might as well make enough for everyone to eat. They had time.

Maria brought some more food out of the fridge, and Mica smiled brightly to the pale woman. He got out a bowl, and began cracking some eggs into it and mixing in milk.
"That's perfect, Maria! Bread, eggs, and milk. I'll make some French Toast for everyone. I'll cook up the sausage as well, someone can have that. I think we should have some cinnamon in the cupboard, and some apples in the fridge too. A bit more of a balanced breakfast." Mica said. He gladly worked on preparing breakfast. It was a way to distract himself from what was to come. Surely, combat training would be starting soon. Something he had neither experience in, or desire to be a part of. Even so, the other members of this squad probably wanted to be here. It wasn't fair that they should be stuck with...

Mica focused on the French Toast, making sure it was cooked properly, seasoned with a good amount of cinnamon, and unburnt.

 

[GamerKitty205]

Bria Truong
Codename: Solarflare
Category: Powerhouse
Morning, September 4th
Rosemary Academy - Squad 7 Suite​

Bria had hoped the kitchenette would be clear enough that she didn't have to jostle her way over to the coffee machine, but it seemed everyone wanted to be involved with breakfast. She had winced at the sight of food items she didn't realize— something that should not exist in an area the squad had lived in for barely a week. The bread was probably fine— perfect for the recipe in fact, but Bria had absolutely no intention of eating dubiously aged meats. No matter how good they appeared.

Bria stifled a sigh as she pried herself from the all too comfy couch and glided over to the cupboard. She snatched the tin of coffee grounds and started calculating just how strong she could make it before someone complained. Even if caffeine's effects on her were theoretical at best, the bitter drink was at least a comfort. Not that she needed much to wake her up, ever since her powers appeared it has been even easier to push past drowsiness. Sure, the blowback was worse, but she could deal with that.

“Would any of you like some coffee?” Bria said as she dumped a scoop into the machine. “I don't want to make a full pot if I'm the only one having some.”

 

[Nellancholy]

The color swirled inside Marie, giving her a sensation not unlike four-dimensional acid reflux. It could barely be said to have anything resembling human emotion, though Marie chose to mentally note the feeling as...disappointment. The kind of disappointment one got seeing (questionably) good food get thrown out. Her irises clouded over with hot pink for a moment, as Bria "jostled" her way into the kitchen area. "S-so sorry." Marie mumbled. "Let me just..." She sidled out of the way, her slight build unlikely to be an obstruction as she vacated the area, giving the others space to work while keeping a watchful eye on them.

As Bria brought up the topic of coffee, Marie's eyes spalled into slate gray, like the edge of a blade being dragged over a whetstone. She wasn't frankly a fan of coffee: she rarely had trouble keeping to a sleep schedule, after all, and beyond that there didn't seem to be much reason to drink coffee specifically versus the other options. But Bria had already dumped the ground coffee into the machine, and it was unlikely to go back into the bag neatly. It had to be used. Some things once given, could not be taken back. Those gifts would spill. Swell over. Fill their recipients full to bursting. Like its gift. Burgeoning, flourishing in a glorious hematoma of gristle, bone, and fat. Acres and acres of-

"I'll have some coffee." Marie nodded, her tone flat. "It'll be done pretty quick, right? We really shouldn't be late to training..."