His name was Ryusei, but like many individuals of Japanese descent who hailed from Japan, he preferred going by his last name of Sato, particularly if he didn't know someone very well. He'd never really taken to the American 'Mr' title, and no one was about to put the -san suffix behind his name, so he was just...Sato. He was eighteen and enjoying his first real stint away from home, originally being from Sapporo in Japan. Of reasonable height and slightly thin weight, he looked a bit more like the sort of person who ought to be eating good cooking rather than being a chef himself.<br/><br/>It wasn't his first day at the Culinary Collegia--it was his second. The dorms there were huge and co-ed. They were fancier than anything he'd ever really experienced before--kept in brand-new condition. He noticed the walls and flooring tended towards white colors...was that so sloppy students who spilled food would be caught? It felt like it. But the second day was for meet and greets, and the sweet scent of freshly cooked food was wafting from the west-end stairs of the five-story dormitory.<br/><br/>A blue poster near the wall read "Food and Fun with the RAs! Come test your skills, Freshmen! Welcome to the Collegia!" The poster had a picture of two crossed knives and a cowskull, evoking a pirate look. He couldn't tell if it was meant to be funny or intimidating...but he loved competing and loved challenged, so he hurtled upstairs. He had gotten a room on the first floor--room 11-A, which was pretty close to the entrance.<br/><br/>Excited, he hurtled upstairs and saw, as he got up to the second floor, it didn't have what he was smelling. What was so good?!<br/><br/>Up another floor, then another, his steps falling heavy and making loud thump noises--until he got up to floor five. Yes, that was it! Their dorm kitchen--the state of the art one advertised to new students--was up there, and it was huge and amazing. The glint of stainless steel and the wafting steam of food wobbled in his vision--but he wasn't the only one up there eyeballing the kitchen area from the 5th floor hall. No, there were a myriad of freshmen.<br/><br/>The scent? A thick and herbacious fried chicken that made Sato's mouth water just thinking about it. Then he saw an RA lift up a plate of it.<br/><br/>"You probably think we're cooking this for all of you! And you'd almost be right! So here's the deal--time to test your skills!" The RA speaking was plump girl with glasses, blond hair, and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, and she was caucasian--she had that 'Southern USA' vibe.<br/><br/>"Team up in groups of three! If you can make a dish that an RA will eat, we'll feed you some of our cooking and show you what the Collegia has to offer you over the years! I'm Amanda Jameson, by the way--I'm a 3rd year here, and this is my second year as an RA! You'll have a tough time impressing me!" Her voice was a thick Southern drawl--she was in jeans and a fluffy white apron, and she wore a hairnet.<br/><br/>Sato looked around for teammates. By god, he would have<em><strong>fried chicken</strong></em>.