[With the new areas in the school opened up, that means it's time for Yasu to roll up her sleeves and get in on the investigation herself rather than hanging back and stalking everyone like she did at the start of her first week "awake."
Or rather, it's time to roll down her sleeves, put on some goggles, gloves, a hairnet, and an oversized gown, because she's going to do something very inadvisable: take a look inside the biohazard bins in the decontamination room.
After her non-OSHA compliant adventure, Yasu can be found in the lounge, sitting at one of the tables with an anatomy textbook on her left side, her grimoire on her right, and a mess of pencils, tongue depressors, cottonballs, rubber bands, and several other odd bits and bobs as Yasu's head rapidly whips back and forth between her books and her project: a crude imitation of a human hand's skeleton structure using school supplies as the bones and rubber bands as the joints. Yasu sticks out her tongue slightly as she concentrates on tightly wrapping another rubber band around a golf pencil that services as a segment on the index finger, then leans back, looking at her work.]
Hm... do you think this joint will bend properly? [she muses aloud, taking another look at the anatomy textbook and the simple blueprint that she has in her grimoire.
Later still, once she's shelved her Frankenstinian hand for now, Yasu remains in the lounge, happily humming and doodling in her grimoire. If you peek over her shoulder (or across the table, Yasu is in her own little world right now), you'll find sketches on a minty-haired, wispy young man in a princely outfit holding hands with a girl in a moon-patterned half-mask and frilly black dress with musical notes printed on the torso holding hands and other activities that constitute romance in the eyes of a girl Yasu's age.
It takes a long moment for her to notice any observers, but when Yasu does, her face flushes red and she slams the grimoire shut with an embarrassed,] Eep!
INVESTIGATION / Toplevel
Or rather, it's time to roll down her sleeves, put on some goggles, gloves, a hairnet, and an oversized gown, because she's going to do something very inadvisable: take a look inside the biohazard bins in the decontamination room.
After her non-OSHA compliant adventure, Yasu can be found in the lounge, sitting at one of the tables with an anatomy textbook on her left side, her grimoire on her right, and a mess of pencils, tongue depressors, cottonballs, rubber bands, and several other odd bits and bobs as Yasu's head rapidly whips back and forth between her books and her project: a crude imitation of a human hand's skeleton structure using school supplies as the bones and rubber bands as the joints. Yasu sticks out her tongue slightly as she concentrates on tightly wrapping another rubber band around a golf pencil that services as a segment on the index finger, then leans back, looking at her work.]
Hm... do you think this joint will bend properly? [she muses aloud, taking another look at the anatomy textbook and the simple blueprint that she has in her grimoire.
Later still, once she's shelved her Frankenstinian hand for now, Yasu remains in the lounge, happily humming and doodling in her grimoire. If you peek over her shoulder (or across the table, Yasu is in her own little world right now), you'll find sketches on a minty-haired, wispy young man in a princely outfit holding hands with a girl in a moon-patterned half-mask and frilly black dress with musical notes printed on the torso holding hands and other activities that constitute romance in the eyes of a girl Yasu's age.
It takes a long moment for her to notice any observers, but when Yasu does, her face flushes red and she slams the grimoire shut with an embarrassed,] Eep!