Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[screwthegods]

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

"Hmm... it's somethin' like... an assignment really," he shrugged his shoulders. "For the arts n' crafts group. Just lookin' into some ideas I s'pose." He glanced up from his notebook at Usopp. He wasn't sure if the man was trying to keep him from getting it now or just really was concerned about someone getting hurt by making it.

"Mm..." he nearly purred, "M' a lil' better with a sword, I'll admit." He paused, twirling the pen in his finger for a moment, "but it sure would be useful 'round here. Could bust open some doors... maybe do some damage on the bigger monsters... an' I'm sure it'd make a pretty good distraction, ne?" Not to mention the potential fires or chaos it would cause. It seemed like a fairly nice thing to have around.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

Had anyone said anything about Arts and Crafts on the board? Usopp couldn't remember. Come to think of it, maybe he should talk to them. Well, directly talk to them, the way he'd talked to Roy. Had Roy passed on anything? Probably not--what was there to pass on, then? The Innovative Captain Usopp with a notebook of ideas wasn't really helpful. Besides, he thought the Cooking club was more in charge of weapons, although Arts and Crafts seemed to do a little of everything. And what was that weird History club about?

"Okay. How about I agree, when and if we get some gunpowder, I agree I'll talk to the Arts and Crafts club? And probably the Cooking Club." Although he didn't really want to talk to Roy again, not about this sort of thing, until he had a working flamethrower to show off. He hadn't had any time to work on that lately! "I don't know how much we'll be able to make right now, anyway. We've got the key ingredient, but not a whole lot of it, and we still need other ingredients and to actually mix them."

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

"Hnn," Gin considered Usopp's offer. He'd hoped to skim some of it for himself, but if he was involved it would mean that he at least had access to information about how it was made and the ones who made it. That went for several of the other chemicals he'd researched too. "Sounds pretty fair," he told the man, propping his elbows up on the table in a casual fashion.

"But if I c'n suggest, the arts n' crafts club has plenty a members. If y'need some extra hands lookin' for that kinda stuff, m'sure we'd be able t'help. That'd leave you with jus' the expert job a' mixin', ne? We'd jus' need t'know where we can get it n' how much y'need."

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, thanks." Usopp was a bit embarrassed, as he added, "But a lot of people are helping me with this project." I have lots of very large and intimidating friends? "I think we'll be okay for now. Still, I'll keep it in mind." Captain Zelnick seemed to not be shy about asking things on the bulletin board, but he didn't seem to be too shy about anything, come to think of it.

"Maybe if things go well, we can all celebrate with fireworks." An overly hopeful idea and it'd be a big waste of gunpowder, but it sounded pretty nice to Usopp right then. Celebrating a success, rather than just gathering up more projects to worry about.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

"I'd appreciate that," Gin smiled, not quite sure why Usopp was so hesitant, but it was only his job to look into the means by which they might be able to create different tools, not to actually obtain them. If Toushirou wanted the supplies, he could direct things from there.

"Ara, you c'n do that too, mm? Somethin' big n' pretty'd sure be interestin'," honestly he thought it an incredible waste, but it wasn't really his problem. Maybe Usopp just hadn't realized yet what kind of pinch they were in.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but I'm not really the best at that kind of thing. Still, making fireworks and making really simple ammunition isn't that different." Usopp considered, before adding, "There's other people here who know how to make gunpowder too, y'know." I'm just the only one who got drugged silly yesterday. "But I think there's only a limited amount of the chemicals in the building. Even if we go get as much as is put out every night, it'll be a while before we've got any really useful amount." As in, enough to share.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

"How interestin'," he smiled. He did know that much on his own, but since people usually assumed he was just another country bumpkin, playing the fool could be helpful at times. "Anyone y'know who might be able t'help me out? I didn' wanna be writin' that kinda thing up on the boards since I ain't sure if the staff would like it, ne? But if you could point me in the right direction, it'd sure help."

Whether or not there was a practical amount of the ingredients in the building or not didn't much matter to him, he was a patient man if nothing else. As long as it was coming in at a steady pace, a reliable pace, it didn't matter. He could wait.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

"Help you with what?" Usopp frowned a little. "Figuring out how to make gunpowder? Or getting gunpowder? I'm pretty sure, if anybody else has been working on it, they haven't been the kind who share." Though the possibility was there. Increased, since the loud commentary about the ingredients in public. Maybe he should ask Captain Zelnick... no, he hadn't posted anything about where, and unless someone was really dedicated to gunpowder it wasn't likely to inspire wild searching for just ingredients.

The finished product, on the other hand... That'd need quiet, as much as quiet could be managed in such a large group. How many? He could think of seven people directly involved, not counting his own crew who wasn't precisely involved but who would have to be kept in the loop.

They were getting near the size of the Cooking Club. Usopp looked momentarily stunned by his own thoughts, imagining. It was probably a little late to declare them all workers of Usopp Factory. But maybe he should start putting the sign up again anyway. "I don't know if I should talk about it too much. No offense! I just don't know if they'd like having other people come up to them asking about it. You remember who else was posting in the original conversation back on the bulletin board?" Because Usopp sure didn't. "That's probably a start, anyway." And not Usopp's responsibility to keep under his hat, er, bandanna.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

"Ara... tha's too bad hn... I guess I'll hafta check that list then," he shrugged. Obviously Usopp wasn't about to just hand out the information. Either he didn't want them to have it or he really was afraid of the consequences if someone found out the information had come from him. Gin might have tried a little harder to persuade him if he'd thought it worth his time. However, if Toushirou really wanted it, he could pursue it himself.

"Well tha's much appreciated at any rate. Sorry t'be so troublesome," there was still a little bit of time left in the shift, he noticed, but he wasn't sure if it would be better to stay with this one or try to find someone else to entertain him for the rest of the time.