<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Assembly Call</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Bleach, Tide, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>But Vanilja couldn't just calm herself, not anymore! "But, but how can you not-" Her eyes darted to Ozpin as he made an entrance. There was a long gasp of awe and Vanilja immediately put a hand to cover the mouths of herself and Rusty. Despite this she whispered right into hers, "He is here!"<br/><br/>She let her hands lower back to herself as Ozpin spoke. Vanilja followed his every suggestion. Her gaze slowly swept the room to take a good long look at her fellow students. They were all probably pretty amazing people. They all did look pretty awesome. She couldn't quite decide in time where to go before a pair had ambushed them.<br/><br/>They had her full attention. "You're already spoken with everyone else? Geez how early did they let you in here? Anyway, if you've come to research engineering you've come to the right place!" Vanilja exclaimed, completely misunderstanding or mishearing Bleach. She lowered her voice and 'whispered', "We were just talking about something interesting actually. Maybe your notes can confirm. It's still bugging me quite a lot since Rusty here kept insisting that it wouldn't be possible...   Anyway, do you figure the equipment boxes here can carry people? He says it'd be too dangerous, but I feel like anyone with a healthy aura should be fine." A toothy grin grew on her face. "Wouldn't it be cool to use them as race carts?! Oh boy, closet racing! I can already see it! You and me, rivals who've spent the last year fine tuning their closets sitting there on the start line with helmets, goggles and everything, grumpily talking about the days of long past when race-closets were wood and racers were iron."<br/><br/>Somehow Vanilja had snuck herself right next to Bleach and already sneaked an arm around her shoulder as she continued to explain her vision. "I think I'll paint my closet blue, what about you?"