Room 412; Friday Night.
Playing in the snow all afternoon (playing in the snow? She really had changed a lot since coming here...) had inspired Sakurazaki to change into her warm and comfortable hamaka and robes, curling up with some steamy green tea while she worked on her computer. It wasn't just normal, random surfing around, hitting up Hasegawa-san's website (which did more often than she'd like to admit) or checking her email. Nope; this was Super Top Secret Investigations, and she was even scribbling notes in Japanese when she came across particular good information. A plan was hatching in Sakurazaki's head, but it would not be an easy plan to execute. She had a lot of work to do.
Good thing she had a lot of green tea, too.
She was busy sketching out some diagrams when the sound of her email notifications reached her ears. Sakurazaki's head shifted over, wondering if was maybe Ojou-sama, or perhaps Paru bugging her about the manga again, and idly brought up her account. And she blinked. It was from Headmaster Konoe. And it was titled "NEXT WEEKEND. MAHORAFEST. URGENT." Sakurazaki blinked again; all her attention turned now to the computer. And she clicked the email:
To:sakur1s@mahora.edu
From: konoe1k@mahora.edu
Subject: NEXT WEEKEND. MAHORAFEST. URGENT.
Setsuna:
I know that the timeframe of existance in Fandom is a little different than here, but, whether you were aware or not, next weekend is the annual Mahorafest on campus. And while last year marked the great surgance of power from the World Tree that required the services of everyone to prevent it from having an effect, the Tree is still manifesting some strong power, but in a different fashion. It has been brought to our attention that there are...plots...to use this leftover magic for nefarious deed. We also have reason to suspect that the plots involve demons and they involve my granddaughter.
As a result, we are sending you home for that weekend. Your services are desperately needed. Please brush up on your demon-slaying techniques in the next week. Everything is arrange, and the ticket for your flight home should arrive next week. We look forward to seeing you home again, Setsuna-chan. I just wish it were on better terms.
--Headmaster Konoe
Sakurazaki continued to blink at the screen. Demons? Ojou-sama? Her heart was beating so quickly, her breath slightly halted. But not because she was worried or afraid.
It was because she had a job.
Finally!
And just staring at the screen was the only way she keep herself from jumping for joy like a lunatic.
[[door's open!]]
Good thing she had a lot of green tea, too.
She was busy sketching out some diagrams when the sound of her email notifications reached her ears. Sakurazaki's head shifted over, wondering if was maybe Ojou-sama, or perhaps Paru bugging her about the manga again, and idly brought up her account. And she blinked. It was from Headmaster Konoe. And it was titled "NEXT WEEKEND. MAHORAFEST. URGENT." Sakurazaki blinked again; all her attention turned now to the computer. And she clicked the email:
To:sakur1s@mahora.edu
From: konoe1k@mahora.edu
Subject: NEXT WEEKEND. MAHORAFEST. URGENT.
Setsuna:
I know that the timeframe of existance in Fandom is a little different than here, but, whether you were aware or not, next weekend is the annual Mahorafest on campus. And while last year marked the great surgance of power from the World Tree that required the services of everyone to prevent it from having an effect, the Tree is still manifesting some strong power, but in a different fashion. It has been brought to our attention that there are...plots...to use this leftover magic for nefarious deed. We also have reason to suspect that the plots involve demons and they involve my granddaughter.
As a result, we are sending you home for that weekend. Your services are desperately needed. Please brush up on your demon-slaying techniques in the next week. Everything is arrange, and the ticket for your flight home should arrive next week. We look forward to seeing you home again, Setsuna-chan. I just wish it were on better terms.
--Headmaster Konoe
Sakurazaki continued to blink at the screen. Demons? Ojou-sama? Her heart was beating so quickly, her breath slightly halted. But not because she was worried or afraid.
It was because she had a job.
Finally!
And just staring at the screen was the only way she keep herself from jumping for joy like a lunatic.
[[door's open!]]