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Character(s): Quistis Trepe, Celty Sturluson
Location: Outside the library, Balamb Garden
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Celty is looking for a SeeD supervisor for the Cooking Club, and luckily stumbles upon Quistis outside the library.

Quistis had been relatively surprised by the number of responses she had received on her latest post to the BBS in regard to tutoring sessions-- she hadn't been too sure that anyone would be interested when she considered the idea, but had gone ahead and offered her aid anyways. Now with a rather solid number of students who she had scheduled appointments to meet with, Quistis felt it was necessary for her to brush up on a couple of the subjects the cadets had requested help in. While she was mostly confident in her knowledge of the subjects provided by the academy, she didn't see any harm in reviewing her facts-- twenty years have passed, after all, and there might have been advancements she has yet to learn of.

She had spent most of the afternoon pouring over books in the library, and now that evening was approaching, Quistis felt it was time to head back to her room to freshen up a bit before making her way to dinner. With a stack of books tucked neatly beneath an arm, the SeeD made her way out of the library and towards the elevator which would lead her back to her dorm.

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Celty sat before a computer in the library, her fingers moving over the keys at a rather rapid pace, knowing exactly where everything was without having to ever spare a single glance; an odd wispy looking smoke substance seeming to be following her keystrokes. She settled her pinky finger on the enter key and hesitated for a moment, taking a chase to review what she had created. Soon enough she released control and allowed her finger to push down the key, the printer next to her whirring loudly as 10 copies of the same document came out.

'Good, this will work,' she thought to herself as she collected her phone and her print-outs and headed out the door. With the fliers done, now all she needed was the find a SeeD to supervise them. Now just who--

Almost as if on cue, the cat-eared helmet wearing woman spotted her pray. The woman was wearing a different outfit apart from the normal one, though this was not all that telling considering that she herself had yet worn the uniform properly. However, this girl was wearing a particular outfit; a SeeD uniform. What luck!

She approached with great determination, her finger extending and gently tapping the woman on the shoulder, hoping to get her attention.

The tap on her shoulder was unexpected, but the action hardly alarmed the SeeD. Turning around to face whoever was trying to catch her attention, there was a brief flicker of surprise in Quistis' eyes as she was greeted by someone wearing a helmet with... cat ears? She blinked once, twice, then caught herself before she stared longer than what would be considered as polite.

Her expression immediately morphed into one that was less shocked and more curious. The blond cocked her head to the side slightly and a hand lifted to adjust the thin wire-framed glasses which had slip down the bridge of her nose before she finally spoke, her voice gentle.

"How may I help you?"

Celty bowed her neck forward, helmet following suit as she attempted to appear humble to the SeeD, needing her help rather promptly. She noticed the pause from Quistis, recognizing the look immediately as she had seen it many times since arriving here, taking no offense as she could understand the rather odd image she had; wearing a helmet with a sun-visor indoors wasn't exactly normal. She took a step back to put space between the two of them before whipping her phone out of her cuff, slipping the keyboard down from the back. She pushed the phone forward to allow Quistis to read it.

"Hello, my name is Celty." She pulled the device back and continued inputting more characters after she had cleared the screen. "You are a SeeD member, correct?"

Her eyes flickered down towards the phone, reading the short message presented in curious silence. The gesture initially confused Quistis-- Why wasn't she talking? But as Celty pulled the phone back only to type out another message, it finally registered in her mind; this was her method of communication.

Taking in the newly presented screen, Quistis gave a small nod, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile as she gazed up from the phone to the helmeted head. "Yes, I'm SeeD Quistis Trepe. Do you need help with something?"

Celty felt an ounce of relief wash over her, seeing that this woman was actually quite friendly and seemed, at least on the surface, to be good-natured. She looked at her reflection in Quistis's glasses for a moment before sending her gaze downwards, her black gloved hands pulling a flyer out from under her arm. She offered it to Quistis and remained offering it until she accepted, using her then freed hands to type on her phone again, small wisps of black smoke following her taps and clicks on the glass screen as she pushed the keyboard back into it. She liked a little variety when it came to typing.

"I am in need of some help." She pulled back the screen and typed again, typing as fast as human speech at points, if not faster, showing she was quite adept at communicating in this fashion. "We are looking for a SeeD member to supervise our new club." She paused and typed this one with a bit more hesitation. "You don't even have to show up if you don't want to."

"It's a cooking club..."

Quistis took the offered piece of paper, lifting it to eye level to read the contents. A brow perked as she noticed that it was a flier for the new Cooking Club-- a hobby she had never considered before, seeing as she's used to living off the cafeteria food and had never really touched a stove for cooking purposes other than to boil water. She's learned the basics to cooking in the wild, of course, for missions where an open fire is the only means to cook any kinds of food, but those were skills taught purely for survival. Creating dishes for the sake of eating and enjoying? It was almost a foreign concept.

As Celty presented her phone with a message, her eyes were quick to read, and when the phone was pulled back to have a new set of characters inputted Quistis was quite amazed at how proficient the cadet was with her particular method of communication. Once the final message was passed, there was a moments pause as the blond considered the proposition.

"Supervisor for the Cooking Club? I have to admit, I'm not the best at cooking..." There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes as she was treading unfamiliar territory.

Celty nodded some as Quistis looked over the paper, watching for her reaction. A cooking club wasn't the most exciting or interesting club to be invited into, she knew that, nor was it easy to manage and maintain due to the mess it could generate and did involve. However, for his sake she wanted to push on, despite how much of a pain in the neck this was becoming. Quistis seemed to be hesitant towards supervising them, but Celty wasn't ready to give up that easy. She tapped on the screen again and flashed the message towards her.

"I am going to be the president. I can't boil water."

It was a bit of an exaggeration, but having no taste buds presented a fairly large issue when it came to making food. Thus, why she wanted to join a club that could teach her the techniques she needed to insure it would taste good.

"I would understand if you declined though..."

Again Quistis read the message displayed to her, and the comment about not being able to boil water made the previous look of apprehension she wore melt away, and her lips lifted into a smile. Well, that was a small relief; at least there wasn't a sort of skill level prerequisite to join the club.

Once her eyes took in the last message, several moments of silence passed as Quistis considered the proposition. Since the revoking of her teaching license freed up much of her time now that she didn't have classes to teach, Quistis was having trouble filling up her schedule. While she did offer tutoring sessions, they were hardly enough to keep her busy for the most part-- and she was the type of person who always had to be doing something so that she felt useful.

It seemed like a decision had been reached. Her gaze lifted and she gave Celty a smile before her head dipped into a small nod.

"I'd be happy to supervise the Cooking Club."

Celty was ready to write an apology for wasting Quistis's time, her fingers hovering over the keys. Though, much to her surprise, the woman had agreed. A feeling of relief washed over her, knowing that she would not have to keep up her silly search and on top of that, that her club would be able to go through without a hitch-- ah, minus the aspect of finding a sponsor. She keyed in her response and held up the phone, bowing a few times towards her.

"Thank you very much."

She paused and erected her spine, typing once more,

"Do you have any questions for me?"

Quistis smiled at the Celty as she bowed several times before her, the gesture an obvious sign of the woman's thanks. She could tell that the cadet had been searching for a supervisor for some time, and was glad that she could end the fruitless search. The blond held her free hand up, giving her head a small shake to wave off the gratitude.

"It's no problem at all-- I'm glad to be of help."

Her eyes briefly scanned the message, and there was a brief moment of silence as Quistis formed a couple of inquiries in her head.

"How often will you all meet? And where will the meetings be held? I'm going to assume that you've all been given clearance to the cafeteria kitchen for the club?"

She tilted her neck back some, a bit nervous about all the details, sketchy on them to say the least. She keyed in her response, fingers moving a bit slower as she chose her words carefully, trying to maintain her respect for the the SeeD member.

"We are not sure on meeting times, and we are scheduled to have a conference with the headmaster for clearance to"

"use the cafeteria. I just figured, it would be good to have a supervisor for our group."

She tipped her head back to position and watched Quistis's expressions carefully, trying to read her some. She was sure her lack of knowledge was making her look a bit foolish, but she had only been here for a about a weeks time at this point and trying to make a club at this stage was a fairly daunting task for such a greenhorn in this establishment.

She wasn't too surprised by the lack of organization on Celty's part-- the newcomers had only arrived several weeks ago at the earliest, and she was sure that the idea for the club hadn't immediately sprung on her. Quistis gave Celty an encouraging smile to show that she wasn't displeased with the in-progress state of the club; it was understandable.

"Well, it looks like you're starting off in the right direction. I'm sure Headmaster Cid will be keen on the idea of the club; even though we're an academy that trains mercenaries, the majority of the students are still teenagers. A club like this will surely garner some attention and provide an environment where cadets and SeeDs can escape their work and duties to simply have fun and gain a hobby. It will also help remind us that we're still young."

Celty slumped a bit, obviously relieved by Quistis's words. It was obvious that the biker gear clad woman had been rather stressed out about all of this club business. At the mention of the headmaster, she begins typing again, her visor reflecting the keys, though she had no real need to look at them.

"I have a meeting with him soon, and if I may, I will use those same words to persuade him."

Youth. That did indeed seem important to the people of this world too. She wondered for a second what kind of deeds the mercenaries were really going to do later on... What dark fates awaited them all? Regardless, she was going to do what was necessary to stay with him. Even if it meant learning how to kill and bake at the same time.

"Thank you so much for your time. You saved me."

She bowed, then corrected herself and saluted.

Quistis gave a nod at Celty's question. "Of course, you're free to use anything that I've said."

She couldn't help the slightly amused smile that lifted her lips at Celty's bowing and correction-- it was refreshing to deal with such respectful cadets, and the sudden wave that the Time Compression brought provided plenty of them. They majority of the newcomers had been rather pleasant to interact with, and Celty was no exception.

In response, Quistis lifted her free hand to return the salute. "It's not a problem, Cadet Sturluson. When you do figure out the details of the club, please let me know." She pulled out a pen from her pocket and scribbled something down on the back of the flier which Celty had given to her earlier. "This is my dorm room number; I'm usually in there. If you knock and don't receive a response, feel free to leave a note under the door."

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