[Insert the faint sounds of a troll pacing back and forth in her respiteblock. After a while, some inaudible murmurs are transcribed, too.
A soft poof follows shortly after. Terezi stares at the box of chalk in her hands for a few moments before removing a piece of pink chalk from it. She bites into it and chews slowly.
A few moments later, there is a small crack recorded in her journal. Terezi's thrown the entire box of chalk against the wall in frustration, and now, all of the pieces have shattered.
All she's doing now is staring at the multi-colored mix of chalk powder and shards. It'll take a while before she processes everything that's happened today.]
((OOC: Right after
this log!))