Mitsuru 007 // Signs [Week 4, ISL, MWF, 1600-1700]

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[Even when the world feels determined to make things chaotic, it is comforting to know that academics are still a constant.

It's with that mindset that Mitsuru heads to her languages class as quickly as possible, and doesn't waste any time with pulling up her notes and syllabus on the computer as soon as she sits down.

With what...Whatever it was that she experienced, Mitsuru lost valuable time being comatose. Time that could, and should have been spent for studying or attending classes. It's only a small consolation that this has apparently affected a large base of the student body, which instructors might consider.

Even so, she finds herself focusing less on what might have caused the problem, and more on what can be done to minimize the damage. That bizarre dream she experienced seemed to have been suggesting that she needed to place a greater focus on her sign language class, too.

After several keystrokes and one review, she stretches her hands out. Both to loosen her fingers, and do a bit of practicing as well.]

'A'
'B'
'C'

"..."

[Pause for a moment to make sure her hands aren't drifting, and then,]

'S'
'E'
'E'
'S'

[So she hasn't fallen too far out of practice, at least with the manual alphabet. Good.]

one confused insomniac [bbs]

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I'm sorry, I know the computer isn't as good as asking in person, but it's the best way I have to talk to everyone! I hope nobody minds.

I just want to know, is everyone okay? So many people just collapsed, even in the middle of the corridors! The faculty said they were sleeping, but I was so worried! Now everyone's awake again, right? What happened?

[action, cafeteria]

[wills]

Just like always. [It's a phrase that has been getting her through the entire week. And it's close to the truth. The jell-o (or she thinks it's jell-o) quivers and slips off her fork just the same. The same weird be-speckled tile lines the floor of the cafeteria. The same hard, vaguely uncomfortable chairs. Even the textbooks piled on the table look about what she'd expect from the schools she'd been looking at prior to... ending up here. Expect for the parts where there's Para-Magic involved.

That was different.]

Jell-O's still watered down, though.

[Slouching back in her chair, Willow picks at the corner of one of the books before turning her attention back to the wriggling, vibrant green cube accompanying a largely average dinner. Sh kicks the empty chair across from her.]