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Lauren Negasi

Oh dear Lord.

Was this going to be a weekly thing? Were her Fridays doomed to cruel, early awakenings well into her twenties? What had Lauren Negasi gotten herself into? With a loud yawn that was half a groan, the young woman went to kick her covers off of her legs - only to find that the bottom half of her body, from her shorts to her feet, had been swallowed up by her covers, leaving her with the appearance of a rather snug, ungainly mermaid from the small of her back down.

...trapped... was the only one that crossed Lauren's groggy mind as she raised her bound legs into the air and slammed them down on the mattress once, twice, three times, trying to work her way free. It took six tries for the blankets to loosen around her waist, and she slithered out of them in pursuit of the candy bar pre-emptively sitting on her dresser. Ooh, with wafers. She'd made a good haul today. Normally she went for the caramel cookie bars, but she hated caramel first thing in the morning. Made Fridays a huge effort from the jump.

Lauren needed to get dressed. She looked down at her sleeping attire - I look like something out of one of Ben and Luke's cartoons - and sighed again, feet touching the cool wood of BASL's dormitory. Digging for a tank top, she pulled it on over her torso and lazily pulled it over her bra straps, one arm at a time. 

She hated wearing shit to bed. Given the chance, she would have cast the bra into the fires of Mount Doom every night at 9 pm on the dot. But, as much as she liked to joke to the contrary, Ben Lloyd was definitely a guy, and her team leader to boot - and he had gone out of his way to make her comfortable with Beacon. So, for her friend's sake, Lauren went to bed every night feeling about as comfortable as though she were wearing a muzzle to sleep.

Which...well...kinda.

After wandering her way to the showers (a path she was finally starting to get familiar with) and waking herself up with water only slightly less hot than the members of her team, she slipped back into the dorms to discover her team still not quite up and at 'em. This would normally be a prime time to wake them up, but Lauren still had to foist her Armory project upon them. No telling what they'd say to it if they were all awake. So, tiptoeing through the dorm, Lauren laid a pair of chic sunglasses, with only the slightest little nodule above the right lens hinting at any technology, on each bedside table. 

For Sangue Naga, the BaSTEEL (she'd work up an acronym later) Mk 1 Cobra-specs - designed specifically to interface with her claw and display live, close-to-scientific readouts of her venom supply in combat. Lauren had planned on adding another feature to examine the mechanical status of the Apophis Claw itself, but hadn't thought it was appropriate to ask Sangue if she could tinker with her prosthetic arm for a couple hours. If the quiet redhead was interested, she'd leave instructions after the mission today. @NarayanK

For Amy Desire, the BaSTEEL Mk 1 Consort-specs - after watching her flip out in Math class thanks to the overloading of her Semblance, Lauren had gone into designing these glasses trying to take some of the heat off her teammate. The Consort-specs came with a small, scrolling wheel on her nodule to adjust tint, preventing overloading of Amy's eyes with sensory input and allowing her to use her Semblance without fear of personal harm. From the ends of the frames dangled small industrial-grade earplugs she'd plucked from Chatsworth's class. They looked kinda dorky hanging there, for sure, but she'd rather Desire have eardrums and look like a dweeb than look like the hottest babe in their first-year class and not be able to hear someone (read: some genius inventor with a great rack and irrepressible cheer) tell her so. Plus, Lauren decided, nudging the glasses closer to Amy's sleeping face, the hair will probably cover it anyway. @Kaithas

For Ben Lloyd, the BaSTEEL Mk 1 Commodore-specs - the nodule on the captain's glasses was larger than the rest, and his lenses displayed either an augmented HUD over the top third of his vision that measured team vital signs (a little trick Lauren had picked up with help from Luke, who was working on spotters of his own, involving basic bio readouts from tear ducts that each pair of glasses could register and transmit), a readout of Ben's own Aura readouts, battery power, and what part of his body was currently being augmented by his Semblance, or - in case he needed to, you know, see in combat - an off setting! @Krayzikk

And, for Lauren herself, the BaSTEEL Mk 1 Cinema-specs. Much like an athlete who recorded every bout (or someone constantly on the watchout for in-car surveillance) Lauren had long since learned that the quickest way to improvement was through realizing one's own mistakes, not just having them shouted by other people and deflecting the criticism. With that in mind, Lauren had gone to Goodwitch pleading for any footage of her bout with Ben and had been handily refused. Walking, upset, from combat class had helped her realize that she could just take her self-improvement into her own hands, and so the Cinema-specs (the last glasses to be designed) were born in her head. The nodule on Lauren's sunglasses functioned as a little camera, capable of recording up to thirty minutes of video at a time. Since very few Grimm engagements in the open lasted longer than fifteen, maybe twenty at a time, it was plenty of time to get the film and transmit it to Scrolls after action. Lauren could capture any movements of her own that happened to cross into her vision, which was a godsend for a hand-to-hand combatant, as well as record any teammates in their own spars. 

...

Maybe that was creepy.

Quickly, she scribbled out a few waivers on loose leaf and left them atop the sunglasses, along with a pen. 

All better!

And with that, there was no reason for the team to be asleep. It was their first mission. They were gonna kick ass. Make dosh. She was going to ace Armory, and then make more dosh off the BaSTEELS. The gameplan was fixed solidly in her head. As soon as her team...woke...

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" she yelled, bouncing on her bed and cupping her hands around her mouth. "GET UP, TEAM! IT'S FRIDAY! MISSION DAY! MISSION DAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
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