<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement, fleeing<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Olivia, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>"Di-- disodium tetriswhatate?"<br/><br/>The question is enough to briefly shock her back to her senses.  Suzanne blinks, stares at Olivia, then finally clicks on what she's asking.  She follows the other young woman's gaze to one of the higher shelves, seeing a bunch of bottles of chemicals haphazardly arranged in disorderly rows.  Wasn't that dangerous?  What if something --<br/><br/><strong>-THUD-</strong><br/><br/>Suzanne jumped a foot in the air again, but this time she managed to productively channel that craziness into putting one foot on an upturned bucket, using one hand to lean on Olivia for balance (mumbled, hasty apologies aplenty), and reaching for a bottle whose label looked most like disodium tetrispants.  "I really, really hope you're not just surprised to see this in a supply closet," she whispered tersely, handing the bottle down to Olivia.  Hopefully, she had a plan, because Suzanne didn't.  Not one that wasn't the first step down a staircase of very, very bad ideas.