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rakuen2011-04-14 05:57 pm
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[Round 4 | Day...Today?] [OPEN LOG]
Characters: Theta and YOUSo far, classes have been utterly boring to Theta. She's made a few contacts, some might call that friends, and some of them she's quite keen on seeing more of. She's got a note of permission from her player to use all of the school facilities, so she is out and about in several places:
Format: Prose or action, whichever is fine.
This log is: Open
Location: Several (See Inside)
Summary: Theta's in a few different places, just let me know in the comment title which you're replying to.
1. Theta is at the library, limping around and looking over nearly everything. One section gives her the creeping fog in the back of her mind, and she pauses, staring at the books and trying to figure out which one is doing it. Old plays, apparently? Or perhaps she's in the music section, having a look at nearly everything and trying to find music that either pleases her or reminds her of what Sherlock had played on the violin for her.
2. A few things from the library tucked under her arm, Theta limps along to the cafeteria next. Though she has permission for dessert, she skips it, choosing healthy food in smallish portions. She also makes a point of getting a portion of something she doesn't recognise, though once she's at a table, she's only picking at it.
3. Of course, with her being out and about, there's always the possibility of running into her as she's going from place to place. She has to take her time, limping along and even having a sit every here and there. Of course, sometimes she also gets distracted staring at the greenery around the school.
4. And of course she's at the dormitory, before or after her trek out around the school. She might be polishing the brass armour plates she'd been wearing when she came to school, she might be holding them up with her uniform, silently wondering if she can get away with it. Or she might be reading the books she brought from the library, quietly humming to herself as she does.
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"If you say so," Grenn couldn't suppress the tiny snort; she was trying to be diplomatic, really, but disquiet from earlier still clung, and she was tired. Maybe she needed to train her mental fortitude as well as her physical one...
"Sorry... I think this made me tired. If you want to, we can talk more another time?" Grenn managed to get some sort of excuse out; she'd started to feel the creeping want to simply leave as that would be the easiest, but she could behave.
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