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After her first official qualifying laps in Formula 1, Kasumi put up a very respectable time that put her into P19. It wasn't enough to make it into the next qualifying session, but it was a much better result than many were expecting. They weren't dead last in their first qualifying session, and were ahead of teams that had been in Formula 1 far longer than they were. As Kasumi pulled into the pitlane, her car was promptly carted inside. Once she was inside the garage, Kasumi undid her harness as well, taking off her gloves and climbing out of the cockpit as she also undid the strap to her helmet, pulling off all the stuff that was on her head before taking a deep breath. Looking at the Q1 results, it seemed like George Russell had managed to squeak into Q2, leaving his teammate (and Valkyrie Racing and Haas) in the dust.

Walking up to her engineer, the woman was overlooking the telemetry of Kasumi's qualifying lap, her throttle and brake inputs in the form of a graph. The woman turned around to look at Kasumi as she grabbed a sports drink off the table next to her, taking a sip as her engineer cleared her throat. "How'd the car feel?" The engineer asked, as she moused over Kasumi's telemetry once again. "Good, though on turn 3 I had issues getting the car to rotate. Missed the apex by a bit. Front end wasn't quite getting in like I wanted it to." Kasumi said, as the engineer nodded. "What about high speed stability? Downforce okay?" Kasumi nodded, "I was able to keep it mostly flat through turn 11 and 12, car held on very well."

Some time had passed and it looked like there was going to be a battle between Verstappen, Bottas, and Hamilton for the pole position of this grand prix. Those three were fighting like crazy for and putting up burning laps after laps. In the meantime, however, Valkyrie Racing was about to wind down and debrief after their first qualifying session. Kimberly had just interpreting the data and reading over reports from all the engineers and analysis. Right now, Kimberly wanted to talk to the drivers themselves first, and see what their take on things were. Kasumi was still sipping on her drink, standing before her team principal. "So, how are you guys feeling right now? First qualifying for all of us -- and you guys did a great job out there. Great work, you two."
"Oh, it's no problem! I'm studying Civil Engineering -- eventually I want to be a city planner and help develop cities and build them." Joe chuckled, before hearing the girl talk more about her experiences with being new to campus. The feeling of determining whether or not you've got everything you need is never good feeling, and Joe understood that feeling just as well as anyone could. "Well, if you've forgotten anything you can always buy it. There's stores on campus, and stores not too far away from campus either. Anything you need, you can likely find it here or online." Joe chuckled.

"Nope." Joe shrugged, as he put his hands in his pockets, "Not really my thing." Joe knew that networking was a rather important aspect of the college life but he didn't care much for it. He knew that there were other ways that he could've secured a job, especially knowing the connections associated with his family name. Not to mention, Joe's grades said a lot about how he worked too. As it stood right now, he was due to graduate magna cum laude. That alone was a very attractive thing to have on his future degree.

As the two started to make their way to the dining commons, the student thought about the potential dining options there were. There weren't any that stood out as particularly bad, but he didn't know what this girl liked on the other hand. "That's up to you to decide, I like the things they put out for us. The chefs do a good job here, that's for damn sure." Joe said, as they continued to walk through campus, looking over at the girl. "I do recommend the chicken though. It's always juicy and never dry. Well seasoned, too." Joe also heard the girl's last remarks, "Well I'm glad I can be the first person you can talk to here. Sometimes people are in their own world. It happens. But not everyone is like that and I think you'll learn that eventually."

The pair eventually made it to the dining commons, as Joe held the door open for the girl to walk in. Inside were a bunch of tables spread out, sparsely occupied at this time of day as the kitchen workers continued to stack and organize trays of food. The mixed scents of various dishes lingered in the air as Joe walked up behind her. "Oh, by the way, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Joseph, but you can call me Joe."
Hana stuck behind the girl's Z as she tried to figure out a way behind her. It was still very hard to figure out a way to get around this Z, considering every time she tried to dive in the turn was blocked off by her car. The drifting made it very hard for her to make an advance on the inside and make a safe pass. Hana's hand was forced and she had to back off, every single time. There was no way she could make a safe pass. However, there were still a few tricks up her sleeve that she could use to try to get past this Z. Another corner was coming up and Hana was right behind the Z. It was going to be a risky move, but Hana figured it was worth trying. As they started to brake, Hana peeked inside, peering inside of the turn and making it look like she was going for a pass on the inside, before quickly switching outside and seeing if she could overtake out there.
The sound of a talent show was about the worst thing that Anna could've ever heard come out of Jett's mouth. Anna wasn't even sure what she had to offer at something like that. The thing she was good at she did for a living -- but otherwise she didn't really have anything that could win her a million dollars on America's Got Talent or American Idol, let alone a talent show on this show she was on. Still, what was probably even more surprising was that Jett was apparently a magician as well. That was real interesting, and something that Anna couldn't have ever predicted based off of what she knew about Jett right now.

"Me?" Anna tilted her head curiously. "I don't really have much to offer. Nothing that'll really catch someone's eye." Anna laughed. "Unless you consider building machines to save people a talent I can display." Anna continued to chuckle, a slight awkward energy to her. "Maybe I can be Jett's assistant or something." Anna joked, before she shoved some more food in her mouth. Madison shrugged at Bella's point. "I hope they don't do that. I don't think people want me to bust out the stand-up."

Anna whipped her head at Madison, "You... do stand-up?" Madison laughed and winked. "Not so much actual stand-up -- it's more like a routine I memorized for a role once. Not my jokes, but I know how to deliver it. Not like they can tell the difference, anyway."
Joe looked at the girl after the rather awkward encounter, and a sense of relief washed over him as she seemed to have played it off calmly. That was good -- he didn't want to start off the new school year by pissing someone off and having them be mad at them and have a sour impression of him. Joe was a bit too familiar with that sort of sentiment, and it wasn't something that he wanted to carry with him in the new school year. Luckily, this girl seemed very calm about it which put Joe at ease. The man chuckled sheepishly, as she asked about his experience with this school. "Oh, no, no it's not." Joe said, "It's my fourth and hopefully final year here." Joe said, glancing around the campus. "I've been here for a while."

"But even then, I still find something new every time I come back to campus. I'm sure it's even more crazy if you're new here." Joe remembered the first few days on campus himself, where so many things were new and the transition in between university and high school were as jarring as ever. "Yeah, all the years I've been here, the clubs haven't changed much when it comes to how they recruit." The university senior sighed, "I wonder how their membership numbers are doing... I'm not a member of any of these clubs so I honestly can't tell you." Joe scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, me? I was just heading to grab a bite to eat. I haven't eaten all day so I figured now was as good of a time as any to get something." Joe smiled, as he glanced toward the direction of the dining hall. Suddenly, Joe had an idea while he was there. "Why don't we get a bite to eat? Since you're new here, I might as well treat you to a meal here. It's the least I can do." Joe said, before gesturing toward the direction of the dining hall. "What do you say?"
The gap in between FP3 and Qualifying quickly passed as the data briefing ended and the engineers of Valkyrie Racing sorted out all the data that they needed to. In what seemed like a blur, Kasumi had found herself inside the cockpit of the VR-01, her gloves off as she stared at the screen in front of her. Hugo was due to be out first today, which meant Kasumi had more time to analyze the data in front of her and listen to what the engineers wanted to tell her. On the screen in front of her were projections of qualifying laps, accounting for the track evolution and standings of the grid. However, since Q1 had just started, the only thing on the board were the various people taking their outlaps.

Kasumi eventually slipped on her gloves as a gap started to open up. Hugo was long gone on his outlap and now was Kasumi's time to go on her outlap. The computer was retracted and pushed away as an engineer stepped out to look at the pitlane. He held out his hand and looked to the side, waiting for a Red Bull to pass before beckoning for the car to come forward. Kasumi shifted into first gear, letting the car roll out and eventually turning onto the pitlane as she made her way on the outlap. Kasumi's heart was pounding as she merged onto the track, slotting in between cars and keeping to the side so that she didn't impede anyone on the way to her qualifying lap.

It was about two minutes before Kasumi made her way to the last chicane. As she rounded around the last set of corners, Kasumi eased off on the throttle to not only let the Mercedes on a flying lap past, but also build up a gap to the car in front of her to reduce the amount of dirty ear. She kept along at a slow pace, before her engineer chimed in on the radio. "You are clear in front and behind. Push now." The engineer said, prompting Kasumi to pick up the pace and set out at full speed onto the straight, commencing her qualifying lap.
In the gap of time in between FP3 and qualifying, the staff of CASTROL Valkyrie Racing were hard at work on both of the cars, setting them up so that they could extract as much pace from these cars as possible. Kasumi stood next to her race engineer, analyzing the telemetry gathered through the various practice laps they ran over the three sessions. It was valuable information, given that the more that they figured out the car and the track wore in, the more that they were able to hone on in the ideal setup for their drivers. She and her race engineer were working in tandem to make sure they were on the same page, and making sure that the setup was as perfect as possible for not only the upcoming qualifying session, but the race session.

Once she was freed up and the race engineer went to analyzing more data, Kasumi was standing against a wall in the middle, sipping from her drink before she was talked up by her teammate, Hugo. Her old rival in the junior series was now her teammate, and it was still a rather surreal experience for her. The two scrapped a lot and had many encounters together, but to share the same garage and even the same car to an extent... she couldn't have asked for a better teammate to navigate this experience in. It wasn't easy being a rookie in this sport, and she was glad to have someone she could share the experience in.

"I'm feeling a bit nervous." Kasumi laughed, "It's our first quali in Formula 1. The whole world is looking to see how we do in these cars." The British driver said. As Hugo mused about getting into Q3, Kasumi chuckled. "If we make it into Q3 in our first qualifying in Formula 1, more than just a beer will be in order. I've half a mind to get us some champagne for that alone." Kasumi was well aware of the true pace of this car. She wasn't driving a Merc, a Red Bull, or even a Ferrari. This car was the freshest on the grid and was the least developed, with a team just as green. Kasumi hoped that as the season went on, their car would improve to the point where they could even fight for a win. "How about you - you feeling okay?"
Joe sighed as he unpacked the last of his things in his dormitory room. It was the beginning of yet another year at this place. Joe had been here for a few years, and this was now the beginning of his last year here. The university life was no doubt something that required quite the adjustment process, but once he settled in he was right at home. The university itself was practically in his backyard, but that didn't mean he had an easy go at the university life either. On campus, Joe was as alone as most students. He didn't have a wide social circle nor was he a particularly popular person. It was intentional, for reasons that he wasn't privy to revealing.

Once he put down the the last box and shoved it into his closet, Joe felt his stomach grumble. He had been so preoccupied with the unpacking that he had forgotten to eat the whole day. "Jesus..." He murmured to himself, before closing up his closet. The next thing in order for him was to definitely get some food. It was lucky that the food at this place was actually good. He'd heard horror stories about campus food at other universities, but for the price tag this university came with, they more than backed it up.

Stepping outside of his dormitory building, Joe kept his bomber jacket on him, his black t-shirt and jeans to compliment the outfit as he made his way to the dining commons. He looked around, and there were a lot of regular, typical college activities. But, with every year that passed there never ceased to be a shortage of new things being introduced onto college campuses. This year was no stranger, with a group of people crowded around what appeared to be the world's smallest trampoline catching Joe's eye. He was rather hypnotized by the people smacking the ball up and off the trampoline that he failed to see the person standing in front of him. He wasn't walking very fast, but he definitely bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Joe said, putting his hand against his heart, "I didn't see you there."



//Basics:

Gender |
Age | 21
Height | 6'3
Weight | 210 lbs

//Personality:

Given his background and family history, Joe is a bit of a hot-headed, confrontational person. It doesn't take much for him to lose his cool and it is exacerbated by his steadily improving impulse control. However, on the flip side of that, Joe is also very fiercely loyal and goes to a variety of lengths to protect those he loves and holds close. Joe is also a very ambitious and stubborn person and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Joe does not like to talk to those he isn't familiar with, but he can do it if he has to.
As the first corner came up, Hana sized up the corner and how it looked and progressed. Watching all of the cars in front of her, Hana knew what was coming if she didn't figure out the correct line. There was no way Hana was going to be able to do the traditional racing line, lining up on the outside and hitting the apex as best as she could. Hana got as close as she could to the car in front of her, before moving her car to the inside. Hana knew that she could outbrake a lot of these cars, considering they were all being held up by the cars in front of them and Hana had a clear line to brake. Stomping on the brakes much later, Hana heel-toed her way down a few gears, before turning the car into the turn, clipping the apex as she powered her way out.

The car squealed as it so desperately wanted to break traction and get squirrely, but Hana wanted none of that as she modulated the throttle and applied as soon as her car re-established traction. Once she was clear of the car behind her, Hana slipped back into the slipstream of the car in front of her. She must have passed quite a few cars, because she couldn't see many taillights in front of her. Keeping her foot pinned on the throttle, another turn was coming up and Hana repeated the same thing. She was more than close enough to attempt a move like that, and she had no problems executing it as she got past the guy in the MR2. "Talk later. Race now." Hana said, as she drove past the yellow flag and into the joker lap.

Seeing the turn come up, Hana was measuring her braking point with the lamp posts on the side of the street. She counted down, barely passing the second one before she mashed on the brakes, starting her turn into the long turn of the joker lap.

Coming up onto the straight leading into the joker lap, this was the time for Hana to knock it out of the way. She was going to lose a few places from doing this, but it also meant she had time to catch up. She also found herself behind the girl's Z, the white car's taillights illuminating her cabin as she followed close behind. On the straights, she had a much better exit and an advantage, but for some reason, the Z was just much faster around the corners than her own car, which was designed for this. As they came up on the joker lap, Hana heard the girl pipe up on the phone.
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