[It's Thursday, so why does Pyrrha already feel dead inside? The events of the last few days haven't been exactly kind to her, so what else could she expect?
She starts her day at the food court, where she's taken a seat near one of the corners. She's there for a while, half-trying to enjoy a light breakfast of cereal and a treat from Starbucks, and spending the other half glowering at cereal box sitting in front of her. She pops a spoonful in her mouth, and frowns.]
Still not that good...
[Besides being frustrated with cereal, she goes back to the janitor station/her kiosk where she seems to be cleaning? No, she's slowly inspecting every broom and mop in there, setting aside each one with growing disappointment.
Eventually, she just sits outside it, having given up and chosen to investigate her strange boon... by turning it off and on again, repeatedly.
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She starts her day at the food court, where she's taken a seat near one of the corners. She's there for a while, half-trying to enjoy a light breakfast of cereal and a treat from Starbucks, and spending the other half glowering at cereal box sitting in front of her. She pops a spoonful in her mouth, and frowns.]
Still not that good...
[Besides being frustrated with cereal, she goes back to the janitor station/her kiosk where she seems to be cleaning? No, she's slowly inspecting every broom and mop in there, setting aside each one with growing disappointment.
Eventually, she just sits outside it, having given up and chosen to investigate her strange boon... by turning it off and on again, repeatedly.
She's just tired, okay.]