[Well. If people found the teeth from last week gross, then the severed fingers are likely more than enough to make a person lose their breakfast. Still, that doesn't stop Saya from curiously picking one up, turning it around in her hand before she just
sort of
sniffs it.
And then she immediately scrunches her nose.]
Blech— [IN THE SAME TONE A PRESCHOOLER WOULD SAY "ICKY."] They're starting to rot.
[Saya, why.]
option b: tuesday afternoon, dining hall
[Slurping down her lunch, anyone passing by her table at the dining hall might notice a journal next to her plate. It's wide open, pages covered in notes from front to back. Those who saw Week 2's hot or not list might recognize it as Mira's handwriting.]
It's Mira's. [Says Saya, between bites.] You can take a look. That's what she wanted, anyway.
[So, uh. Go forth and take a look at the serial killer's journal.]
option c: wednesday, all day
[The library is full of monster corpse stank but honestly Saya has picked up worse scents in her life, so she's surprisingly chill given the circumstances. Also — very chill considering her particular brand of night terror for the week has left her with hallucinations of her skin rotting and falling off, bit by bit. She's... compensated for this by wearing long sleeves, and ignoring it as hard as she can. Assuming you walk past her in the library, she'll wave you down to ask.]
Hey— You. Can you help me reach that book?
[Pointing to one that's high on one of the few shelves that aren't McFucked Up, regardless of whether you're taller than her or not. There are a few other books cradled in her arms as well, ranging from neuroscience to trashy romance novels. Great.]
option d: wildcard
[Remix one of the prompts above or make your own! Either is fine.]
no subject
sort of
sniffs it.
And then she immediately scrunches her nose.]
Blech— [IN THE SAME TONE A PRESCHOOLER WOULD SAY "ICKY."] They're starting to rot.
[Saya, why.]
option b: tuesday afternoon, dining hall
It's Mira's. [Says Saya, between bites.] You can take a look. That's what she wanted, anyway.
[So, uh. Go forth and take a look at the serial killer's journal.]
option c: wednesday, all day
Hey— You. Can you help me reach that book?
[Pointing to one that's high on one of the few shelves that aren't McFucked Up, regardless of whether you're taller than her or not. There are a few other books cradled in her arms as well, ranging from neuroscience to trashy romance novels. Great.]
option d: wildcard