Antarctic Mainland, Thursday After Classes

It had started out as a joke, back in Greece. A bird that dressed like a Turk, but couldn't fly and waddled when it walked. Obviously, they had to send one back to Reno's home. You know, just in case Rude was lonely or something.

It was an idea that wouldn't die, and two months later, here they were. Conveniently in a place overflowing with penguins. If Yurika had been a religious girl, she would have called it a Sign.

This meant only one thing. Penguin Hunting.

It was possible the decision had something to do with the sake Dōjima had brought back from her trip home, but that was neither here nor there.

"Come on!" she yelled, picking up some snow to fling towards the nearest target.  "Mooooooooooooove."


[OOC: Locked to the other three members of the expedition, and up early for SP goodness. OCD in progress, please wait for OOC to give us love!]