[Rin's been scarce since Tuesday. Ever since the incentive was announced, she's mostly kept to her room, the kitchen and dining area, and strangely enough the sewing room, which is where she can also be spotted until around lunch time on Thursday. She's working on...
Is that a stuffed animal? It looks like some sort of cute mouse thing. Seems she's putting the finishing touches on it. She takes her lunch in this room, too. They're fancy little finger sandwiches. She's nomming on them with some tea, and would probably look quite fancy if she wasn't surrounded in batting fluff. It looks like there's a cloud swarming by her ankles here.
Eventually the bulk of that project is finished, and Rin feels somewhat satisfied. There's a little more hand-stitching to be done as a special touch, but she can do that in her room. ...She doesn't really feel like going back there now, and it's this thought which sees her going up to the sixth floor.
Thusly on Thursday evening, you can find Rin in the chapel, of all places. Sitting to the far side of one pew in the middle of the room, her head isn't bowed in prayer, however. Feet drawn up onto the bench with her and hugging her knees close to her chest, she's staring contemplatively at the back of the pew in front of hers, thoughts far away. Churches are a common refuge for those who need space to think. Those who use them are known for doing so quietly, but Rin isn't such a person. Once or twice, she can be heard muttering to herself.]
...There's no way we lost. [Color bleeds back into her fingers, as she forces them to relax.] No way.
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Is that a stuffed animal? It looks like some sort of cute mouse thing. Seems she's putting the finishing touches on it. She takes her lunch in this room, too. They're fancy little finger sandwiches. She's nomming on them with some tea, and would probably look quite fancy if she wasn't surrounded in batting fluff. It looks like there's a cloud swarming by her ankles here.
Eventually the bulk of that project is finished, and Rin feels somewhat satisfied. There's a little more hand-stitching to be done as a special touch, but she can do that in her room. ...She doesn't really feel like going back there now, and it's this thought which sees her going up to the sixth floor.
Thusly on Thursday evening, you can find Rin in the chapel, of all places. Sitting to the far side of one pew in the middle of the room, her head isn't bowed in prayer, however. Feet drawn up onto the bench with her and hugging her knees close to her chest, she's staring contemplatively at the back of the pew in front of hers, thoughts far away. Churches are a common refuge for those who need space to think. Those who use them are known for doing so quietly, but Rin isn't such a person. Once or twice, she can be heard muttering to herself.]
...There's no way we lost. [Color bleeds back into her fingers, as she forces them to relax.] No way.