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My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

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Sure enough, one of the teachers had managed to spot Lacara, and stopped her before she could try to put her half-baked plan into action. She was surprised to hear that the man was capable of speaking English, but didn't care in the long run. She invested more of her concern to the fact that he was in her way, and talked in a manner that, although probably unintentionally, had still insulted her intelligence nonetheless.

"I'm aware of the 'obstructions', sir." Lacara made her anger known through gritted teeth, "The whole reason I want to go back to the front gate was so I could deal with said 'obstructions'...!"

But still Mitsuhide Oyoshi, the teacher that she was talking to, remained steadfast in impeding her way. Lacara already started to hate this man for having the audacity to try defending those sorry excuses for human beings. It was ironic, really; a program that was supposed to help quirk users with their quirks, and yet there was always some quirkless goon wanting a hand to keep them in line.

"Fine, then. You win this one," defeated, Lacara reluctantly give up on her crusade for now, and walked away.

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Even as she returned to the other students, Lacara kept her distance from them all, and held a hand over her eyes as she brooded to herself. She barely even paid the slightest attention to the teachers' introductions, with most of what they had to say going straight through one of her ears and out the other. She wasn't in the mood to try and process much of anything right then and there. Sure enough, however, things moved on and it was now time for the students to showcase what exactly they were capable of...

Some of the quirks that were put on display were actually really cool, especially the first two. Others, not so much. But even the less interesting quirks received plenty of praise from one female teacher in particular. This in turn lead Lacara to believe that that specific teacher was easy to impress, which meant there was little to no reason why she should try and pull out of the stops. As it got closer to the middle of the demonstrations, Lacara breathed a sigh that indicated her desire to get this over with, and walked over to the same concrete area that everyone else had been showing off their quirks. She forced the biggest of beaming smiles that she could possibly make, knowing all too well that would be what it'd take to get any type of smile to actually hold.

"Hi, everyone!" she chimed, "My name is Hanzawa Lacara, although you can call me Rakara too if you find it easier; I don't mind. My quirk is something I like to call Volcanic Bod. I can erupt lava from my arms, shoulders, back, neck and even the head area. It's an emotion-based quirk though, and it already just went off of me before I got here, so it'll take a while before I can actually show it off. It typically activates whenever I feel a powerful surge of high-energy emotion... like when I get super excited, for example, or when I freak out over something, or get taken aback... or when I'm pissed off, obviously..."

It was obvious that Lacara had run out of things about her quirk to talk about. She didn't want to take up valuable stage time forever, so she had to steer the topic of discussion. Although what could get her quirk to trigger? Her life in Detroit? No, not much happened back then that would be of interest to everyone. Her feeling about UA? Yatsumi was the one to get excited over the discovery, not Lacara. The protesters outside? ...the protesters outside, perfect! Lacara had been meaning to get that off of her chest, and this was her chance.

"Y'know what grinds my gears?" Lacara asked rhetorically, "Everyone at the front gate that was booing at us for just being us. A part of me didn't want to show up at all today just because I knew this was going to happen. And yet here I am, at the side entrance with everyone else despite wanting to charge through the front gate so I could make a statement."

She could feel the skin on her left shoulder starting to bubble. It wasn't just there either; the underside of her right forearm, both sides of her neck and even her scalp could be seen with that same bubbling. This was the beginning of a huge chain reaction, as Lacara's anger soared straight through the roof of what she originally thought was possible.

Unable to stop her rant any more, she instinctively switched to her native language in English.

"Those assholes think they're so entitled to blocking our path and saying whatever they want, but that's not true at all. They're barely even entitled to the air they fucking breathe, yet they take it anyway. And besides that; who decided that they get to be so pissy anyway? Can't they just shut the hell up and let quirk users live their god-damned lives?! They have absolutely no right to be anywhere near as angry with us as I am with them! All the lies and slander they shit out on a daily basis! IT'S ALL TOO FUCKING SICKENING!!"

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Spacenaut had leaped into action when he saw the beginnings of an eruption. He placed himself between the spectators and the visor went completely dark. Both armored hands raised out in front of him and produced a vibrant blue light from his palms which quickly expanded into a wide-spanning shield of ionized air. The particles in the shield were excited to such a degree that it knocked away anything that touched it. It was barely enough time to react but he contained the potential danger.

Lacara noticed the force field being formed just at the last second, but by the end of it, she fell to one knee, wheezing and gasping for air as almost her entire body was drenched in lava from all the eruptions that had been set off in between. Tears cascaded down from her eyes, only to sizzle and boil away before they roll any further down than the center of her cheeks. She tried to ignore the pain that had surged from where each eruption occurred, but it was all too much.

Mori-sensei was awestruck, shocked, worried, but mostly excited at the spectacle that had just taken place. Lacara's quirk was raw uncontrolled power and was triggered by emotion. She wanted to express her excitement to work with the student but found herself struggling to do so with her in such an emotional state. The wrong words just might set off another eruption. Maybe it was best to just be gentle with her for now.

"That was a very informative demonstration, Rakara-kun. I can't wait to see more from you," she stated in a false professional tone, she was shaking trying to contain herself. "Thank you."

Lacara simply nodded in acknowledgement. It would take a while to collect herself, but once she did, she stepped off the arena and allowed Spacenaut to cool down the lava that was still on it. But just as she was about to return to the other students, she turned to face Mori-sensei.

"Actually, if you're going to thank anyone, you should thank Spacenaut-sensei for protecting everyone," she told her.

With that, she sat back down and waited for Spacenaut to finish cooling the lava, which he had to do before any more demonstrations could continue.

Shade of Vacuo: Bleeding Hearts

@Etranger@Animal@Bluetommy@Qrow Storm@Naw@SubjectVision@Lumiere@Nyahahameha@Bartimaeus@PrincessVampora@Saltwater Thief@Lemons

GM be slacking here, so here I am picking up the slack <_<

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Interactions: Minami Yasuo (@ERode), Kubo Marina (@OwO)

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"Well, that was the idea..." Tsurushi shyly trailed off, wondering if this was a bad time to approach the man.

...

However, according to him, that was just the way this specific woman was. Whether the alcohol was causing the problem or whether it was supposed to keep her calm, Tsurushi didn't know... and it wasn't her place to ask anyway.

Sure enough, the man, who'd introduced himself as Minami Yasuo, had asked whether Tsurushi lived around here, referring to her as "taser-lady". Well, it was fair given that Yasuo had nothing to go on in terms of a name, but it made Tsurushi feel uncomfortable nonetheless.

"Please don't call me that," Tsurushi shook her head as she said this "My name is Ishiyama Tsurushi. And no, I normally live up in the North, actually. But I heard the shrink here's really good so... yeah, that's the whole reason I've come all the way down. I've got an appointment with her in about an hour. I just hope it helps-..."

She paused mid-sentence, her thoughts trailing off towards Tamiko. Was this really the best thing to do for the girl? Tsurushi didn't know. All she knew was that she had an obligation to do something, even if she had to do multiple do-overs.

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

It was safe to say that Hanazawa Lacara was not herself today. Normally she would be a highly excitable individual, but today she was visibly tired; so much so that even getting up off her bed for the day may have very well taken up all the strength she had to give. Her movement was all over the place, involuntarily zigzagging from one side of the footpath to the other, and she had a hand right up to her forehead this whole time, the sun burning its way into her eyes and affecting her vision of what was ahead of her.

This was the first time Lacara had been out of the house since living in Detroit, and the first time she'd seen the outside world of Japan. She wasn't particularly enthused about having to go out; in fact, she was so absolute in her refusal to leave that she pleaded he mother Yatsumi to let her sleep in. But Lacara was immediately reminded that she still had so much to learn, and that Yatsumi was never going to be able to teach her all of it. That was what got her to enroll Lacara into UA in the first place; so that she could learn things in peace, without any of the discrimination that Yatsumi or her father Fedarius would've had to endure for being in a quirkless society.

Well, that was the idea at least, but the illusion shattered the second Lacara stumbled her way up to the front gate. She knew those boos and jeers all to well. It was the sound of a protest that was starting to transform into a riot... if only because of course that was what would inevitably happen. All sorts of memories flooded Lacara's mind. The beatings. The kicks that were inflicted upon her and Yatsumi back then. All the times the both of them were smacked by signs that their attackers wielded.

And the labels. Those accursed, abominable labels!

...

A violent discharge of lava from her back had brought Lacara back to her senses. It also burned a hole in the shirt that made up the top half of her uniform but, as it could be quite handily and affordably replaced, it didn't matter so much. What mattered was that Lacara was pissed. She scanned the crowd ahead of her, eyes immolated with a wild, unadulterated rage.

Three people looked to be wielding megaphones in order to make their voices heard, from what Lacara could see. One was a man in the center of the protesting mob, but there were way too many people that Lacara would have to fight through to get to him, regardless of the angle she could try to attack from. To say such an endeavor would be physically taxing would be a severe understatement, so that would be a hard pass. A woman with a megaphone could be spotted through the cracks of the back of the crowd, but the men that surrounded her looked to be too strong. No dice on her, either. However, Lacara spotted a particularly bold woman right near the front of the crowd. True, she'd have to go right round just to get access to her, but those in front might very well have had most of their energy sapped from combating the riot police and security, and the woman herself was probably someone Lacara could easily overpower if she had to. Perfect.

Her move determined, Lacara took a confident and much more stable stride, through to the same side entrance that everyone else took to get to UA. She stopped to say hi to neither the students that had got there before her nor the members of the staff that were there to greet them. All she cared about was getting back into the front gate, using whatever mixture of bravery and insanity was there to guide her.

It was safe to say that Lacara had enough of this farce...

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Interactions: Minami Yasuo (@ERode), Kubo Marina* (@OwO)

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"The hell could I not find this place earlier?" Tsurushi rolled her eyes as she muttered this aloud, "Ugh, I really am hopeless..."

There it was; the clinic that she was after, in what to be the third floor of the building that was dead ahead of her. And she found it with an hour to spare. A part of her wanted to just go inside and get the session over with already. The sign did say that drop-in sessions were perfectly acceptable. Tsurushi observed her surroundings, however, wondering if there was an alternate way to make use of that hour.

Over to her left were that bunch of teenagers that had whistled at her and made cat calls towards her and the like. Oddly enough, that reminded Tsurushi of a particularly embarrassing incident where she got a call to see to a couple of horny teenagers... and wound up taking the virginity of one of them. She shuddered and shook her head; she was done with that life, and never wanted to go back there again.

Two more persons caught Tsurushi's eye; they looked to be trying to solve Sudoku puzzles whilst they were drinking. At first, Tsurushi dismissed the weird couple, but then she recognized the male of the two as the guy that was with Tamiko that Friday. That guy had quite the odd choice of friends, that was for sure. In any case, Tsurushi made her approach towards the estranged couple.

"Hey; I just wanted to thank you for looking after Suzukaze-kun the other day. I..." Tsurushi paused and steered away for a moment, before slowly, and awkwardly, returning to make eye contact, "Come to think of it, I never got your name..."

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

big accept

@Jojo

Hanazawa Lacara, Lady of the Fire Gang

"Let's turn up the heat. All the way to the top!"
...
"Er... I can fix that."

— Hanazawa Lacara

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Hanazawa Lacara

_Gender:

Female

_Age:

15
_{June 24}

_Nationality:

50% African American
50% Japanese

_Appearance:

Lacara is actually very big for a young lady with Japanese blood in her, standing at an impressive 175cm (5' 9") and weighing in at a solid 67kg (147lbs). She has quite the sporty bod to her as well, with a BWH ratio of 19-15-20 if measured in inches and 48-38-51 if measured in centimeters. Her most distinguishing features are her blonde hair which she ties into twintails, in combination with her dark skin. When not in her uniform, she'll be in her top-notch designer clothes that she picked out from her most recent shopping spree... assuming they're still in tact, that is. She does try to keep up with the latest fashion, but since "the latest fashion" changes so often, all she really achieves through the attempt is fill her wardrobe to the brink when she already has way too damn many clothes to begin with. Lacara is fairly tame with her skirts, but she'll often try to buy 20 or more of the exact same styled top in the exact same color at the exact same shop, just so she can guarantee to herself that not all of them will be ruined by her own quirk.

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_Personality:

Take one look at Lacara and you can tell that she's a very lively person. She's a very happy and chipper girl most of the time, who just simply wants to have fun with her life. Make long lasting friends. Spend the day out that she'll never forget. That sort of thing. Of course, Lacara does have her preferences but, considering she's not all that picky, she'll quite happily take what she can get. All she asks is that her day not be ruined by one lousily arbitrary incident that mars the rest of her experience.

Unfortunately for Lacara, a lot of time said incidents are her own damn fault. She's vulnerable to some of the most extreme mood swings out there, and can go from happy to sad to angry to timid to jealous and then back to happy all in the manner of seconds. This is what makes Lacara's quirk dangerously volatile, and the only surefire way to keep it under control is to ensure that she stays calm at all times. This is a tall order on its own however, as Lacara is worryingly easy to provoke when she's in a particularly foul mood... and even when she's not in some cases. Still, Lacara's not the type that would intentionally get into trouble, and even if she does get into trouble, it just goes to show that luck is not always on her side. With a little faith, she'll make it through UA without much fuss.

_History:

Hanazawa Lacara was one of the lucky ones. Both of her parents had their very own quirks; her father Fedarius could turn any part of his body into solid rock on a whim, and her mother Yatsumi had a touch that got hotter and hotter the longer she maintained contact. They were the perfect match for each other, and Lacara's birth was the unifying factor for the perfect marriage... even if it did almost ruin it. As he was the one with the most control over his quirk, Fedarius was the one to go out in the societal world and provide for the family, while she herself stayed home and out of sight, being home-schooled by Yatsumi. There were a few bumps and upsets along the road, with a few items of furniture having to be replaced thanks entirely to Lacara's temper tantrums, but the young lava-spewing girl lived a mostly happy life. However, one incident in particular drove Lacara and Yatsumi out of Detroit where they were living.

A large-scale protest made to abolish all the quirk users from the Detroit community had got out of hand, and both Lacara and Yatsumi got caught in the middle of the resulting riot. Both of them were badly beaten at the end of it, and both were led to tears. There was only one thing Yatsumi could think to do to escape. She dreaded the thought of it, what with no family she could reliably turn to, but she decided she'd have to return to Japan and take Lacara with her to start a new life. Fedarius was disheartened by the decision but, considering what he heard, he understood. He kept going with the basketball career that he had established for himself, but still maintains a long-distance relationship with Yatsumi, and sends a large enough portion of his earnings to support Yatsumi and Lacara. But now it's up to Lacara to adjust to life in Japan, and her successful enrollment into UA will be just the beginning...

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Quirk Information

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_Name:

Volcanic Bod

_Type:

Emitter

_{Minor Breakdown:}

Whenever she feels any emotion that would make her want to scream (excitement, horror, anger, shock, etc.), lava will be discharged from somewhere on Lacara's body. The known areas where lava can be projected include the top, back and sides of her head, the back and sides of her neck, her back and lower chest, her shoulders and her arms, hands and fingers.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

I Am The Fire, by Halestorm

_{Battle Theme Song:}

Final Fantasy VII OST: Weapon Raid

_{Ideal Voice Actresses:}

Kate Bristol (En)/Arisa Kiyoto (Jp)

_Likes:

• Shopping sprees
• Eating all sorts of junk food
• The latest fashion
• Going out to the beach in a bikini
• Action movies
• Socializing

_Dislikes:

• Horror movies
• Her tops getting ruined by her quirk
• The thought of gaining weight
• Not having any money left over
• Getting hit on by boys
• Being bossed around

_Fears:

Lacara's biggest fear is losing control of her quirk completely. Her quirk has always been a volatile one, and it has only gotten worse after initiating puberty. As such, she'll often avoid crowds of people just to be safe, regardless of the event they may have gathered to.

_{Tidbits of Trivia:}

• Due to being well aware that the Japanese have a hard time pronouncing the letter "l" correctly, Lacara has gotten used to her first name being pronounced as Rakara instead. She absolutely hated it at first, but now she no longer minds.
• Lacara's favorite food is a nice, big, meaty rare steak. She doesn't mind how rare it is; she even serves herself a blue steak if she's feeling lazy. Just so long as it isn't "well-done", since she actually considers it to be overcooked... which she finds disgusting.
• Much of Lacara's family wealth comes from her father, who has a career in the United States as a professional basketball player. Funnily enough, it is also where she gets her height advantage over most of the Japanese population.
• Her tolerance for heat is unsurprising given her genetic make-up, but what is surprising about Lacara is her tolerance for the cold. She could strip down to nothing and go outside on a cold frosty morning if she wanted to, and her body wouldn't even show the slightest shiver. A lot of this comes down the lava inside Lacara's body keeping it warm, making her invulnerable to hypothermia.
• Another genuine surprise from Lacara is her sheer metabolism. She can put away well over 5000 calories of food in one sitting, and not even gain a significant increase in weight from repeatedly eating so much. It's still not impossible for her to gain weight despite this however, which is a concern for her since she feels heavy enough as it is.

RWBY based RP

Interested. Is there a main thread up yet?

@FlappyTheSpybot

I just talked with @tobiax about it, and I can confirm that there are things that (s)he needs to finalize beforehand. It'll come when it's ready :]

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A part of Tsurushi just wanted to have this therapy session she was supposed to attend over the phone. It would save her from having to go out at all today and risk getting completely lost. Then again, that was the whole reason she left so early in the first place; so that she could scour the whole city of Tenoroshi if she had to. She retraced her steps back to the park in which she found Tamiko.

This time, Tsurushi stuck to the outskirts of the park, and looked around for buildings that she hadn't come across before. She was determined to find that clinic that she needed to attend for this afternoon's session, and she wasn't going to give up on trying to find it. Tsurushi looked down to the map that was on her phone, just to ascertain that she was on the right track. She hadn't made any deviations from the path that was supposed to take her to said clinic, which in turn meant it wouldn't change on her and throw her off; so far, so good.

Tsurushi kept going down the highlighted path.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Interactions: Fujimori Haruka (@SubjectVision), Sakimoto Hiroki (@ShwiggityShwah), Datari Shun* (@Scribe of Thoth)

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Sure enough, Goudo announced that, yes, everyone was to collect maps so that they knew where they were going. Umi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, th-then uh... I-I'll grab the m-maps and r-ribbons for us, I-I guess."

With that, she left Hiroki and Haruka for just a moment in order to collect the necessities for their. The members from some of the other teams had also came over for that same purpose. But unlike many of them, Umi actually took the time to study her map thoroughly while she was there. The streams over to the bottom right corner caught her eye. The orange path crossed over them once, the green path twice and the yellow path thrice. If she could secure any of those three, the whole team would be in the clear.

Unfortunately, a boy from another team had already collected the yellow ribbons, and was in the process of leaving before Umi had realized that fact. She considered asking for a trade, but reluctantly let that thought go, figuring it'd be a hassle to try and explain that she needed a readily available source of water for her quirk. Neither the orange nor the green ribbons were present when Umi came to collect the maps, rendering them eliminated as options as well. Biting her lip, Umi returned her attention to her attention to her map.

The lake was completely surrounded by the purple path, which made Umi scratch her head. She looked over and noticed that the purple ribbons were still there, but what perplexed her was the possible notion that Hiroki wouldn't be very comfortable with wearing that color specifically.

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Interactions: Suguro Umi (Yours Truly :])

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It was at this point that Uranishi had noticed Umi gazing blankly at her map for the longest of times, whereas Shun, Mari and many others had already collected their ribbons and returned to their teams. She came across as confused as to which direction to ultimately commit to, so Uranishi had figured it was worth offering his aid to her. Helping students was a key part of his job description, after all.

"Did you need any help?" Uranishi asked out of curiosity.

"O-oh! Er... S-Suguro U-Umi, sensei," Umi made a quick bow as she said this, remembering the request that the teacher in question had made before students were to ask him anything, "M-my quirk needs a s-s-source of wat-ter before i-it will come i-into e-effect, so..."

"...you were hoping for a path that would lead you towards a river or a lake; I see," Umi was surprised that Uranishi was so effortlessly about to complete her query for her; Uranishi had noticed that as well but, being as to the point as he was... "In that case, I'd suggest you take the purple path. It's the most direct path towards Safferon Lake."

"Yeah, ab-bout that, I..." Umi eyes drifted over towards the blue path, where she noticed that it had forked into a separate route that conjoined it to the purple path, "C-can I, er... are w-we allowed to c-cross over i-into the p-purple path? Ass-suming I choose the b-blue ribbons inst-stead, that is?"

Uranishi furrowed his brows for just a moment, which Umi had picked up on. It seemed as though he had reservations on the prospect of one team interfering with and taking credit for the rescue operation of another, but Umi didn't seem like someone who'd do such a thing.

"Well, I suppose there's no harm in it." he stated.

Giving her thanks, Umi picked up the blue ribbons for her team, along with another two maps for Hiroki and Haruka.

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'A pedo? Me? That's more of something a man would be accused off...' Tsurushi contemplated. It was rare for a woman to be labelled as a pedophile, but she supposed it wasn't impossible. Perhaps it was best that she took her leave after all. She was about to, but she realized that she still had no idea where to go. She turned to face the man with Tamiko one last time.

"Can I just have...?" before she could complete her question, everything went white.

...

As her vision returned to her, Tsurushi noticed that she was now all alone, surrounded by glass as water cascaded down her exposed body. Her arm was still outstretched from what she remembered, and her index finger specifically had been raised slightly. It took her a moment to register that she was indecent, but even once she did, she never feel any urgency to try and recover her modesty. Tsurushi started to bring her arm down again as she came to, only to re-position it on the right side of her head as it sank low.

'Just a dream. Or was that my power going off again? Shit...'

Using her other hand, Tsurushi reached for the closest tap and turned it all the way to the right, continuing to do so until the water would no longer be running. She stepped outside of the glass box, dried herself with a nearby towel and got dressed before opening the door to another room... only to find said room in shambles. Papers were strewn on the floor. Streaming equipment had looked to be set up, but not put away again. The TV was left running, displaying what looked to be the main menu of a video game known as Splatoon. Trash from a fast food restaurant had littered the dining table. Tsurushi knew only one person who could leave a room in anywhere near this bad a state.

"Good grief, Zaketa; I'd have the impression that a hurricane had hit this place if... I didn't know any better..."

Sure enough, there Morino Zaketa was, her body entangled in bed sheets as her head lay, up-side down, over the end of the bed that she was sleeping in. She looked to be looking straight at Tsurushi, but with the gaze in her blood red eyes as blank as it was, along with the fact the irises were barely visible over those heavy eyelids of hers, it was hard to tell if her head was really there.

Perhaps the best thing for Tsurushi to do for Zaketa now was to let her sleep, in as awkward a position as she found her in. She went over to the dresser next to her own bed and collected her purse and her glasses. Putting the latter on and slinging the former over her shoulder, she checked her phone one last time. With a sigh, she pocketed her phone again and went outside.

"I'll be back at about... 3 or 4, I wanna say. Text me if you need anything while I'm out, OK?"

With that, Tsurushi flicked the sign over so that the "Do Not Disturb" side would be displayed, before closing the door and making her leave.