I am Rin Tezuka (Katawa Shoujo). And this is Hogwarts. This application is... interesting.

[meh_feet]

A young woman - red-headed, green eyed, barefoot, and, curiously, with the sleeves of her (male) Hogwarts uniform tied off where her elbows would be, slowly slumps into the room. On seeing the application form and quill, her face has a bare twitch. "Tch," she says, drawing up her leg.

To her surprise, the (Quick Quotes) Quill writes down, Tch.

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[i_am_an_hero]

"No, I don't think tofu would count as a cheese," A said thoughtfully. "But I have seen a recipe for ma po tofu, and it does sound good. I haven't tried any Sichuan recipes yet, though. Have you made it?"

[meh_feet]

"I have had occasion to," she said. "It is not expensive to prepare, and it is not cafeteria food, and it is good. Three reasons for me to learn. More than enough."

She thinks. "I have been trying to find a good source of Hunan recipes. I have not had luck. Have you?"

[i_am_an_hero]

"Cooking is a good skill." A gave her a friendly smile. "I haven't tried preparing Hunan food either, but I have a recipe for Velveted Fish that I have been meaning to try."

[meh_feet]

"I have a similar recipe for chicken," she says. "It calls for cashew nuts, which I doubt would go well with most fish. Almonds, perhaps, would be better?"

[homsarhomsar]

Rin and Homsar both lacked visible arms, and, feeling that bond of kinship, Homsar blibbled over to Rin, his bowler hat doing excited 360s.

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'm a bowl of moo goo gai pan!" he exclaimed happily.

[meh_feet]

She blinks, and chuckles.

"And my thoughts tend to be more like cirrus clouds," she says apropos of nothing.

[homsarhomsar]

Considering that pretty much everything Homsar ever said was apropos of nothing, Rin was in good company. Homsar felt the bonds of kinship growing as strong as a heavy lourde.

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! It's ladies night, and I feel all right!" he shouted exuberantly. And to demonstrate just how all right he felt, his bowler hat lifted up a couple of inches, revealing a Jenga block, which appeared to float down towards his torso and then out to Rin.

Was this the equivalent of a pan of brownies, a sort of neighborly welcome? Was it an invitation to Jengaship shanking? Homsar did not say.

[meh_feet]

"Ah," she says, amused. "Do you play?"

Then smiling, she takes a pad of paper and a pencil out of the bag at her hip, sits down, and starts to sketch the floating Jenga block.

[bigredbernard]

Andy Bernard had a problem. (Just one?) He had a specific problem, today, in the Sorting Room, where he was waiting for his own Sorting to be completed.

He had just been informed that, without a thorough knowledge of Japanese culture, he could not consider himself a true Renaissance man

[meh_feet]

"I know very little about most of Japan. Small town in Nagano. For... special needs students. I could tell you about that. DIsability rights. In Japan."

She blinks, and smiles. "Ramune. Lemon lime soda. Unique visual design. Also, designed so that you can only sip, not chug. Therefore, you enjoy longer."

[bigredbernard]

"Okay." Andy didn't sound convinced. "So you can't, like, do the Dew. Bummer. What about kancho? Is that for real, or is it an 'urban legend'?" For no apparent reason, he bracketed the phrase with air quotes, using his fingers as indicators.

[meh_feet]

"No one at the Academy practiced it. Some of their younger relatives did, when the visited. Hisao nearly died. ...Literally. It happens. It is childish."

She sighs. "These are minor points. Trivial. As essential to Japan as hot dogs are to America or lemon curd to Britain."

She blinks. "There is a word. It is useful. It is Japanese. It is untranslatable with a single word. Or sentence. Homework for you? So to speak. Translate 'wabi' into English, in one paragraph. It is... more essential."

[hikikomoriways]

((OOC: I apologize in advance for Satou's sketchiness. But after googling Rin's canon, the powers of Meta insisted I send him in.))

Satou didn't pass by the sorting room often. Hell, even having a live-in drug on legs roommate pushed the limits of his sociability. But even he got restless at times, and he missed his late-night visits to the park. He'd wandered into the sorting room without even realizing it.

He looked at the applicant, and did a double-take. No arms? Does she use her feet for everything? Her leg muscles must be very strong. Does that mean her muscles are strong... in there...?

Realizing the turn his thoughts had taken, he blushed, and then, realizing he must have been staring, he blushed harder, taking a step back and raising his hands in a placatory gesture, as if he'd spoken his uncouth thoughts allowed.

"H-hello."

[meh_feet]

Rin doesn't notice for a second. Then, she feels his stare. She turns. And blinks. Then shrugs (an interesting sight, as her sleeves flopped in very odd ways) - she's sort of used to it.

"And hello. To you, I mean."

[senorcyborg]

As Victor read over a copy of the application, he looked surprised by a few of the answers--surprised in a good way. He glanced up from the application and offered Rin a friendly smile. "A lot of us here have what you might call... unique issues. They're just not always apparent. Something to keep in mind, I guess."

He was a cyborg, for instance, despite looking and sounding completely human, and had lately become good friends with a "vegetarian" vampire empath. Relatively few people at Hogwarts could even qualify as normal, anymore, it seemed.

"What kind of drawings and paintings do you do?" he asked curiously.

[meh_feet]

"Yes. Hisao taught me that much. Poor guy. ...No he isn't. I should stop acting as if he is."

She thinks about it for a second.

"Cubist." She blinks. "Or Expressionist. Sometimes both. Mostly of people. Or symbols. Not settings as much."