<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Olivia Solomon<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS-148-0537<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Alchemy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library After Midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Madoka, Angel, Matty, Kendra, Allie, Lakresha, Suzanne, open<hr/><br/>Olivia pursed her lips a little. She hadn't missed everyone's reaction to her excitement. It bore a certain similarity to what she had seen in the outside world, which was disappointing. She thought that here, maybe, they would be more understanding of her desire to test, analyze, quantify, and make sense of what it was that made people tick. Especially special people like her... what was the term Madoka used? Yes... sisters. Oh, but how the prospect of being someone's guinea pig turned even the most adventurous souls timid.<br/><br/>She hid her disappointment by looking through Lakresha's collection, only dimly registering how the rules of the game would work. But she would have agreed anyway. In the meanwhile, there was the question of which shade to choose for herself. Ironically enough, Olivia's penchant for experimentation didn't extend to her own appearance, so she hadn't really paid much attention to which shades of make-up she wore in practically all its forms - she just generally bought whatever was on sale and used what she saved to purchase laboratory supplies. This was the first time, she really gave that much thought to what lipstick might work and what might not. She eventually settled on a shade jauntily named "Rasberry Beret," popping open the cap and applying it liberally before smacking her lips. "All right," she announced, "I believe I am ready."