Monday Evening, Room 317

On her way back from her workshop on lying, Z found a package waiting for her in the dorm lobby. The return address was SPD's headquarters in Newtech City, so she figured it was her new computer. She carried it up to her room and opened it up. The package contained not only a shiny new laptop with all the trimmings, but also a synthetron. Which she hadn't asked for, but hey, not having to pay for food was a good thing.

The door was open, and anyone wandering past would find packing peanuts strewn across the room and Z attempting to hook up her new electronics or puzzling over the synthetron's manual, as her copy was not in English, but rather Sirian, which bore more than a passing resemblance to Japanese.

((Open!))