french fries & hand grenades [open]

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[attr="class","monlyrics2"]深層で燃える炎

[attr="class","monbody2"]Off to one side of the cafeteria sat a scarred and bespectacled girl with a shock of bleach-blonde hair. At her left was a tray of food she was slowly picking at. Around her was a collection of notebooks, the one at her immediate right being furiously scrawled in. The right side of her lower lip was grasped lightly between her teeth as she worried at it absentmindedly, her attention fixed quite steadily on the notebooks around her.

What had her attention so fiercely grabbed was a pair of problems. The first was how to make a prop grenade that would combust in a safe manner for the theatre while still looking better than the usual "lob a dud off into the wings and hope no one gets brained" or "mime throwing one and have a flash of light and a boom sound from the stage set up." Sayuri wanted something that would be both eye catchingly impressive for the stage but also safe enough to use repeatedly. It wouldn't do to burn a hole in the stage or blow off someone's finger. The second problem was how to pitch the idea to the drama department head once she'd successfully engendered and tested her design.

She paused, a tapping her pencil tip lightly against the page as she mused. There was a way to do this, she knew. If only she could crack it.

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[attr="class","cred"]VEL OF WW

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Ye Lin was coincidentally at the cafeteria at this moment, nourishing herself by eating some food after she had done her work for today. Essentially she had finished another piece, a painting depicting the moon shining moonlight on a lake, as a way to keep her mind calm and tranquil. For some reason, most likely psychological conditioning (though she would never admit that to your face), painting served as a great way to keep Ye Lin focused and lucid, rarely ever degenerating to her imaginary state as she painted. But it was also taxing, since Ye Lin had perfectionist tendencies when she painted, attempting to reach the pinnacle of her craft step by step. So that's why she was eating at the cafeteria. However, as she was finishing up her meal, she saw a scarred and bespectacled girl with bleach-blonde hair seemingly studying and working on something with a collection of books nearby. A pleasant glint flashed in Ye Lin's eye as she grew interested in this stranger. What was she studying so fiercely about? Clearly, she must be working on some tool, or perhaps she is taking down notes about some secret technique! So many books, maybe she's trying to comprehend some ancient manual! Ye Lin immediately steeled herself and hurriedly finished her meal in excitement before getting up and walking briskly towards the lone girl surrounded by books and a half-eaten tray of food she was picking at, apparently too concentrated to work at it.

By the time Ye Lin got there, her sight caught the girl furiously scrawling something that Ye Lin wasn't entirely sure about into a notebook. Now Ye Lin was certain that this girl was trying to study the meaning behind something, either concocting a pill or refining some sort of powerful weapon! Otherwise, why would she look so serious? Eventually, the girl paused her furious scrawling and idly tapped her pencil tip lightly against the notebook page, seemingly deep in thought. A quick glance at the girl gave Ye Lin the impression that she was older, thus, Ye Lin immediately adopted a respectful tone as she cleared her throat quietly and spoke. "Greetings, senior!" Ye Lin bowed politely towards the seated girl in spectacles, cupping her fists as if she were an old man. "I see you seem to be contemplating mightily about something important. Are you thinking about how to refine some kind of powerful piece of equipment? Maybe this young junior can provide some help to you, senior?"