Scooter 7.4 - The Undergrad II: The All-Nighter

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Why, hello fellow academians. You have just made it on time for another Scooter update. Not overly much to say about this one, other than, let's get into it!

 

During a blazing hot summer day in between semesters, Laila visited home.

Laila, aside: Good old Evergreen Harbour. (inhales) Aaahh, the smell of seabird shit in the morning.

An elderly Damián was waiting for her there, of course!

Dami: My Laila! How are you doing, darling?

Laila: I'm doing great! How are you not sweating your whole ass off in here?!

Dami: Eh, I feel less things now that I'm this old. Hot and cold are just suggestions and neither of them are as important as how much pain I'm in on any given day. When you're older you'll get it.

Laila: Aaaaalrighty then!

Dami: ...good, actually. The prognosis was hopeful. It's just unfortunate what living here in a terribly polluted city for as long as I have has done.

Laila: But you've still got a few years ahead of you? Right?

Dami: I hope so, but we'll see. I'm already old. Anyway, you quit distracting me. I asked about how your courses are going five minutes ago and you still haven't said a single thing about them.

Laila: Hahaha...oh...what's that? Yasmin's calling me? Shoot...darn. I'll be right back.

A few weeks passed. Laila returned to the UK for another semester at Foxbury. Armed with new determination to improve her grade, she moved out of the dorms with their excessive distractions, and moved into one of the houses available to students on campus.

But of course, who would she move in with if not Mr. Koichi Kawahara himself?

Koichi: (sigh) Am I really prepared for another 4 months of emotional abuse?

Laila: You're gonna have to be, buddy boy. Learn to love it.

Koichi: That is such a red flag...?

She's always been good at presentations, and thankfully her first project was one of those too. She's working on doing a little more thorough research and adding a bit more facts rather than unneeded flair to it.

Laila: No fun allowed I guess BUT since I don't want to be expelled like a turd...

Koichi, of course, is doing his thing. He has a consistent A+ GPA. This man knows no such thing as moderation.

Koichi: My secret is pretending I am constantly in danger except it is NOT pretend because if I don't annihilate my courses I will literally wither away and die.

I'm really loving the unbridled chaos this man is bringing to the table.

Random student: What you know about ✨fashion✨? Not as much as me, I don't think.

Laila: ...concluding why I think it's far more effective to simply destroy a water supply than to poison it.

Koichi: ...

Laila: ...well? Was it good?

Koichi: I mean...your presentation, objectively, was good. You had all the facts, case studies, and you speak like a true orator. It's just...what the FUCK is your major even and WHY is it legal?!

Laila is trying to work on this whole, not outright being awful to people right out the gate thing. It might be working so far?

Random student: My point! Hey, can you get that ball before it rolls away?

Laila: (muttering) You get the fucking--piece of shit motherfucker.

Student: What's that?

Laila: (sweetly) Oops! Got it just in time, haha! ❤️

Student: That was a good match. Thanks!

Laila: No problem! I'd love to do it again.

Student: I'm always here. What's your name, again?

Laila: I'm Laila.

Student: Laila, huh? I'm--

Laila: Don't tell me. I'm never going to do this again and Ron will never take another picture of you for the rest of my term.

Student: o ok

Anyway here are the random students that have amassed in front of Laila and Koichi's house, waiting to be let in but never WILL BE because there are no beds, suckers. This is the only way I have found that somewhat works to make the roommate system even slightly bearable.

Woman with terrible lipstick: Hey, we're students too...? Come on!

Random old man: I don't think anyone's listening.

Laila: Huh. Man, I've been leaving all sorts of cool things at this statue and no one's come to abduct me in the middle of the night. I'm starting to think this whole "offering" thing is a load of shit.

Me too Laila. I've been trying this for like two semesters now and nothing has happened (she even got the right moodlet) so I think I'll just pass away.

A message from an academic advisor has come in.

Laila, reading: "...please meet with me...discuss your grade...wouldn't want to see you fail?!"

Laila, typing: "Listen you motherfucker why don't you come here and suck my toes. You little piece of shit."

...

(backspace, backspace, backspace) "Hi, Ms. Pleasant..."

Koichi is not nearly as good at presentations as Laila. He tends to choke.

Koichi: I... uh... so, when uh, formatting the--the drive, you want to... want to... (deep breath) Holy shit, I am so bad at this. How does Laila do it? (mutters) Well, she is a sociopath. UGHHGDFKF

Speaking of Laila...here is an extremely on-brand set of pictures for her.

Laila: (humming happily)

Other students: Holy shit! What are you doing! Put that out!!

Laila: No :)

Koichi: Don't you think it's weird that no other students have applied to live here?

Laila: Oh no, there are plenty. I just don't let them in.

Koichi: "Let them in"? Laila, you can't do that.

Laila: I can and I have been for two months. It's the second G, Ichi: gatekeep. Duh.

Ichi allows himself like, one game a day. It does not bode well for his mental health.

Koichi: (sobbing) I fucking. I fucking love tetris more than I love myself.

Game through speakers: (losing noise)

Koichi: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

It's another bot showcase day at Foxbury.

Koichi: These are really cool but where are the servos?

Student: Come on, Ichi! You know the creation of servos is illegal in most countries. What with AI research being bought out and locked by Big Tech.

Koichi: Fucking lame what am I even here for then.

Student: Look! This bot plays music! Haha! Fun!

{A/N: ok so I did take another picture of this guy. What're you gonna do? Tell my mom?}

Caleb Vatore: Psssst! Hey! You! I heard you asking about servos.

Koichi: Are you talking to me?

Caleb: Yes, you! Listen--I know where you can get the parts. I can get them sent to you.

Koichi: Shit, dude, really? What's your price?

Caleb: Not much. Just a...little bit of blood :)

Koichi: What. WHAT.

Sometime down the road, it became apparent that each other were the only people that Laila or Koichi really ever spoke to or saw. This was boding well for Laila, who had unwittingly made Ichi numb to her diatribe. It was also good for Ichi, who really didn't like the idea of having to socialise with a wide range of people.

For two kids who didn't work at all well with the world, they sure did work with each other. As oddly as it seemed.

Although Laila trying to get Koichi to partake in some of her activities isn't exactly working out so great.

Koichi: (pained grunt) Sportsball?

Laila: Well, the effort was there. It was certainly given.

Koichi: Sportsball :(

Honestly with what half-hearted effort Laila has been giving to her actual coursework and studying, the only thing her scholarship money is actually buying is cafeteria food.

Laila: But is it not excellent, delicious cafeteria food?

...It is not, but that is besides the point.

The end of the semester came about once again. Ichi and Laila were to part ways for the time being.

Laila: ...guess you're headed back home. Where do you even live, anyway?

Koichi: Well, Alaska, but I'm actually going back to Osaka for the holidays. What about you?

Laila: I live in Labrador. Canada. Huh. It's weird that we're friends and we don't even know these things about each other, don't you think?

Koichi: Wait. We're friends?

Laila: ...yes? What, don't you think I consider you to be my friend? You're like, the only person I talk to.

Koichi: Well, because we live together.

Laila: By choice! Don't you think it's time we got past our terrible first impressions of each other and say the "f" word?

Koichi: Fuck.

Laila: Not THAT one.

Koichi: (soft laugh) Alright, Laila. Friends. But you were really a giant asshole when we first met.

Laila: I know. It's a defense mechanism.

Koichi/Laila: ...

Koichi: Are you hugging me?

Laila; Yes, Koichi. Let me be nice, damn it.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Sometimes love can be stored in the terrible asshole Sim. I almost phrased that as "love is stored in the asshole" but thought better of it because that is so fucking cursed. Alright, I'll see you next time my f-words.