[A | film night] [While she tended to bustle around somewhat, Tsugumi had been doing enough of that today that she needed a break, and somehow the cinema car seemed like just the right place for it. She'd walked in and sat down before even really thinking about it, sinking into the chair with a sigh. Except of all things, it's an animated series playing - is this that show she'd been hearing about, with the train? That went on forever? She was kind of excited to see that, so she settled in and started paying attention properly.
...a couple hours later, she's still here, a few episodes in and excitedly paying attention. Never mind that she'd just sat through at least one episode of filler. Were her eyes sparkling-? If someone drew her attention, she'd smile at them and gesture at a nearby open seat, vibrant energy just under the surface.] Here, a new season just started, it's a perfect time to jump in, I think. I've never seen this before now, but it's good!
[B | jungle heights: team three] [Not only are the civilians not fighters, neither is Tsugu. But she is good at staying calm in a pinch - and helping others do the same - and that's probably a valuable skill right now. She's sure appreciating the pants from the train right now as the branches threaten to leave cuts on her arms and legs, but she's managing, and she's got a small group of a couple children with her as she tries to hustle them along. It's rough going, and she's far from the most athletic person she knows, but she's getting by. She could probably use a little help, though - she's occupied enough that she's not looking up, and someone to discourage attention might be helpful. Or someone to make sure she doesn't miss her own step helping one of the kids with theirs, as she murmurs encouragement at them.]
[C | wildcard: kitchen car] [But despite everything, when she's done helping out, Tsugumi has a habit of returning here, to the place that's perhaps most like home - absent a keyboard and her friends, at any rate. At the moment she's working on a pan of cinnamon rolls, with another one fresh out of the oven and cooling, and a small bowl of icing next to it. Despite the work and the light coating of flour working its way up her arms, she seems relaxed, almost cheery as she moves with ease, humming a song. She'd been careful not to take anything that was particularly limited in supply; thankfully the basics were well-stocked, and they seemed to have an abundance of cinnamon, or at least something that smelled a lot like it, and tasted... pretty close. In practice it seems like it's giving the rolls a unique flavor, but they're still recognizable as the sweet treat she's used to.
There's a mechanical timer ticking down next to the already-finished tray with a couple minutes left - sure, she could probably use her watch or something for that, but there's a certain Way Things Are Done and she's sticking to it - and any attempt to reach for it until the timer goes off will result in Tsugu turning to the offender with rolling pin in hand.] Those aren't cool yet! You'll burn your mouth! Just a little longer, okay? Then I'll frost one for you.
Tsugumi Hazawa | BanG Dream!
[While she tended to bustle around somewhat, Tsugumi had been doing enough of that today that she needed a break, and somehow the cinema car seemed like just the right place for it. She'd walked in and sat down before even really thinking about it, sinking into the chair with a sigh. Except of all things, it's an animated series playing - is this that show she'd been hearing about, with the train? That went on forever? She was kind of excited to see that, so she settled in and started paying attention properly.
...a couple hours later, she's still here, a few episodes in and excitedly paying attention. Never mind that she'd just sat through at least one episode of filler. Were her eyes sparkling-? If someone drew her attention, she'd smile at them and gesture at a nearby open seat, vibrant energy just under the surface.] Here, a new season just started, it's a perfect time to jump in, I think. I've never seen this before now, but it's good!
[B | jungle heights: team three]
[Not only are the civilians not fighters, neither is Tsugu. But she is good at staying calm in a pinch - and helping others do the same - and that's probably a valuable skill right now. She's sure appreciating the pants from the train right now as the branches threaten to leave cuts on her arms and legs, but she's managing, and she's got a small group of a couple children with her as she tries to hustle them along. It's rough going, and she's far from the most athletic person she knows, but she's getting by. She could probably use a little help, though - she's occupied enough that she's not looking up, and someone to discourage attention might be helpful. Or someone to make sure she doesn't miss her own step helping one of the kids with theirs, as she murmurs encouragement at them.]
[C | wildcard: kitchen car]
[But despite everything, when she's done helping out, Tsugumi has a habit of returning here, to the place that's perhaps most like home - absent a keyboard and her friends, at any rate. At the moment she's working on a pan of cinnamon rolls, with another one fresh out of the oven and cooling, and a small bowl of icing next to it. Despite the work and the light coating of flour working its way up her arms, she seems relaxed, almost cheery as she moves with ease, humming a song. She'd been careful not to take anything that was particularly limited in supply; thankfully the basics were well-stocked, and they seemed to have an abundance of cinnamon, or at least something that smelled a lot like it, and tasted... pretty close. In practice it seems like it's giving the rolls a unique flavor, but they're still recognizable as the sweet treat she's used to.
There's a mechanical timer ticking down next to the already-finished tray with a couple minutes left - sure, she could probably use her watch or something for that, but there's a certain Way Things Are Done and she's sticking to it - and any attempt to reach for it until the timer goes off will result in Tsugu turning to the offender with rolling pin in hand.] Those aren't cool yet! You'll burn your mouth! Just a little longer, okay? Then I'll frost one for you.