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Unscheduled
Mar. 18th, 2016 07:39 pmCharacters: Mitsuru Kirijo, Akihiko Sanada
Warnings: Inevitable painful transformations, body horror, etc
Summary: Going out for fresh air turns out to be a bad idea.
The new dorm computers are getting a test run, perhaps sooner than anyone expected. The floor to ceiling monitor array gives the room a green glow, and washes out the red in Mitsuru’s hair.
She narrows her eyes at the screen display, scrolling through records and reports. One word continues to pop up in the lines of text: Sumaru. And all the staring Mitsuru gives the screen fails to offer up any more information.
It does, however, leave her with a headache. She leans back in the chair and pinches the bridge of her nose, deciding that it may finally be time to declare a break.
'Leave the information for now.'
Mitsuru tells herself, finally managing to ease herself out of the chair. Her heels make a muffled tapping noise across the carpet as she moves to the doors. All while wondering if there is perhaps something she’s forgotten about…
Warnings: Inevitable painful transformations, body horror, etc
Summary: Going out for fresh air turns out to be a bad idea.
The new dorm computers are getting a test run, perhaps sooner than anyone expected. The floor to ceiling monitor array gives the room a green glow, and washes out the red in Mitsuru’s hair.
She narrows her eyes at the screen display, scrolling through records and reports. One word continues to pop up in the lines of text: Sumaru. And all the staring Mitsuru gives the screen fails to offer up any more information.
It does, however, leave her with a headache. She leans back in the chair and pinches the bridge of her nose, deciding that it may finally be time to declare a break.
'Leave the information for now.'
Mitsuru tells herself, finally managing to ease herself out of the chair. Her heels make a muffled tapping noise across the carpet as she moves to the doors. All while wondering if there is perhaps something she’s forgotten about…
