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River is tucked under a booth, legs crossed and elbows resting on the floor. There's a notebook in front of her, and a handful of colored pens. She's scribbling in a tangled mixture of Chinese and English and diagrams; she never manages to fill a page before she slashes the work out with a frustrated jerk of the pen, and turns angrily to a new page.
She's been through a number of pages by now, apparently to no avail.
[OOC: Sorry for earlier post-and-delete -- mun was called away from the computer right after posting. Back now, though. :)]
She's been through a number of pages by now, apparently to no avail.
[OOC: Sorry for earlier post-and-delete -- mun was called away from the computer right after posting. Back now, though. :)]