[AQ] Lend a Helping Hand [Ryouta/Yasuko.K]

[Yasuko Kobayashi]

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A Mini Concert
+ Description: Faberge is a bit short-handed on students to help out backstage for one of their smaller charity concerts, and are looking for some volunteers. Anyone who helps out gets full access to the members-only free snack bar!
+ Help out to get the concert to fruition: +2 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Recruit friends to help out the concert: +1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Hide out at the snack bar and observe: -2 Faberge, +1 Roost
+ Sabotage the effort: -2 Faberge, -1 Guardians
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Teale

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Here she was, once again.

Well actually that was a dumb thing to think - she was here pretty often, being in the Faberge faction and all. But as she walked closer to the black and yellow building, she couldn't help but stop just a few feet away from its gates. Glancing down at the opened document on her phone, she furrowed her brows as the large black type brought her back to the first time she had arrived at the Faberge building. Ironically, it was the very same reason she was here today - to help out at a concert. Maybe she was doing this for brownie points, or maybe she was just doing it because she was a nice person.

Nah, who was she kidding.

Really, she only accepted in order to keep herself busy. Faberge...hadn't felt the same since she broke into Sasaki-san's office and stole her journal. The very same journal that was sitting inside one of her drawers; left there after she hurled the book into it in frustration. She was sure Sasaki-san was bound to notice it soon - and every time she entered the building, she was bracing herself for a page, or a phone call, or a receptionist calling her out - or even security guards grabbing her and forcefully taking her to see the woman. The first-year rubbed her head; that last one sounded highly implausible - she must have been listening to Calli too much.

Instead, as each day passed by without Sasaki-san's call, the more nervous she got; and the more jobs she took on. Whatever she did that for, she didn't know. On one hand, it kept the thoughts of the journal away from her mind, and it gave her a great excuse to use if she ever needed to flee. Not that it would really help, considering if the woman did call her, they would likely tell her to simply leave her post.

It probably was a death sentence coming back here again under the guise of "helping" a Faberge concert. Hah, what a laugh.

Leaning against the gray walls, she looked back to her phone, scrolling through the document with her thumb. She remembered reading something in small print about waiting for other students who were volunteering as well...


Ryouta

[Ryouta]

Ryouta, who could care less about the concert, was walking along outside for a while hoping to pass the time. Why was he even here again? Oh yeah. His brother thought it would be a cool thing to do and signed them both up to volunteer. Ryouta was less than thrilled, but seeing how excited his brother was he couldn't help but go along. Upon arriving at the concert Kyouta dashed off to help as much as he could, leaving Ryouta alone. He didn't really mind since he didn't want to do anything anyway.

Slow strides brought Ryouta backstage finally. There was a lot of movement and it didn't really look like much help was needed. So, Ryouta made his way through the crowd. There were a few students around as well, and one was on her phone. Maybe there isn't much to do. He happened to pick up a mic from the floor and placed it on a nearby box. That was enough help right? Perhaps a reward was in order? Ryouta had head about a snack bar and at this moment, he was determined to find it and pig out.

[Yasuko Kobayashi]

Yasuko gave a bit of a sigh as she shut off her phone. Okay, break over. Silly brother and his stupid antics of suddenly pinging her in the middle of work. Well actually he had asked an honest question but still.

Pocketing her phone quickly, she looked around backstage, wondering what she should do. There were students and staff running around, their voices inaudible as they continued to set up. People were carrying lights, poles, boxes and even dragging sound systems across the floor. Gingerly, she stepped over the numerous thick wires - she didn't want to accidentally pull one out of their sockets. Or whatever they were plugged into.

She stopped soon, in front of a rather heavy box. Wait, didn't somebody yell to get this brought over like...how long ago? She had no clue. But it was irresponsible of whomever it was that didn't take up the mantle and take it across! Guess she would have to do it. But the box looked really heavy, and was about half the height as her. Filled with electronics. It didn't seem like she could do it.

She huffed a little. She could drag it across, no problem!

Grasping the side of the handle, she began to pull at it. It moved...! Actually not. It was so goddamn heavy. But she was not going to ask for help! Nope! She pulled again. It moved...a tiny inch. Well it was something.

She was concentrating so hard on pulling it that she didn't see that she was getting in the way of one student.

[Ryouta]

As his hunt for the snack bar continued Ryouta passed by many other students, including his brother. Kyouta was helping another students with something but still managed to catch a glimpse of his brother. He waved at Ryouta nad Ryouta waved back with a smile. Seeing that his brother was doing alright Ryouta began to move again.

That is, he would have if he wasn't blocked by a mass of people. He stepped around them hoping to find a clearer path but to no avail. The new path he was trying to take was blocked by a small girl and a large box. Just what was she doing with that thing? It didn't even look like it was moving at all. With a sigh, Ryouta moved around the box and grabbed a hold of the other handle. He really wasn't one to help, but this thing was in his way and it needed to be moved. "Where does this need to go?" he asked Yasuko.

[Yasuko Kobayashi]

Okay, she was an absolute idiot. Of all the things to try and move, this had to be it. Obviously she didn't think too hard about it, only wanting to be as responsible as she could be. And of course, she had decided to pick moving a damn heavy box. How stupid of her. Now she had blocked the path, and she was no way strong enough to move it away.

Oh wait. Was it her, or did the box get lighter?

Where does this need to go?

"Oh!" she suddenly said. It was only then did she realise that someone else was on the other side of the box; a boy no less, who was definitely a lot stronger than her, from the looks of it. A boy with brown hair and glasses and...wait, was that a scar on his face? "Oh um," she seemed to pause at that, gathering her own thoughts, before she pointed over to the other end of the stage. She vaguely remembered someone yelling about the box from over there... "I think someone wanted this move that a way." Hopefully she was right.