[ Their first priority was...snacks. Yes, snacks. They were primarily for the mimics, but they certainly weren't adverse to sharing with friends either. Getting snacks for friends and soon-to-be friends (hopefully) was just one thing they were doing to keep busy.
Their initial target was the cafeteria in Aoba Shibumenosaki, with their choice in storage being an empty pillow case. Honestly, they would have preferred to have something that was a little closer to a bag. Or at least something that resembled a bag more closely. Unfortunately that was the best option without needing spend extra time to get something more fashionable or conventional.
Really, all of that was inconsequential. But it also kept them from letting their mind wander to more upsetting places.
Turing's choices in what to stash away in their bag of loot were largely based on whether the packaging for said snacks managed to catch their eye or not. They really hadn't had the chance to try many foods yet, and while the concept of eating wasn't quite so strange anymore, their interest in it only extended to what they could learn about their own non-simulated tastes instead of the action itself. The act of needing to eat at all was strange enough already, and they had no way of knowing first-hand what tastes just did not go together. So when they saw one of the small jars of honey pickled lemons, they plucked one of the lemon slices out and popped it into their mouth, peel and all. ]
...?!
[ They regretted it immediately, and only their sense of decorum kept them from spitting it out. Is this what it was like to dislike a particular food? ]
Aoba Shibumenosaki Underground Academy
Their initial target was the cafeteria in Aoba Shibumenosaki, with their choice in storage being an empty pillow case. Honestly, they would have preferred to have something that was a little closer to a bag. Or at least something that resembled a bag more closely. Unfortunately that was the best option without needing spend extra time to get something more fashionable or conventional.
Really, all of that was inconsequential. But it also kept them from letting their mind wander to more upsetting places.
Turing's choices in what to stash away in their bag of loot were largely based on whether the packaging for said snacks managed to catch their eye or not. They really hadn't had the chance to try many foods yet, and while the concept of eating wasn't quite so strange anymore, their interest in it only extended to what they could learn about their own non-simulated tastes instead of the action itself. The act of needing to eat at all was strange enough already, and they had no way of knowing first-hand what tastes just did not go together. So when they saw one of the small jars of honey pickled lemons, they plucked one of the lemon slices out and popped it into their mouth, peel and all. ]
...?!
[ They regretted it immediately, and only their sense of decorum kept them from spitting it out. Is this what it was like to dislike a particular food? ]
This is what Legion likes...?