<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>Lakresha, Riley (addressed), Olivia, Angel<hr/><br/>Suzanne flinched visibly at the pop-floosh-floogle noise, but peeked back in the next instant -- she'd been expecting a much louder noise, but there was no bang, just a low whooshy whuzz that sounded more like a baking soda volcano than a grendade.  She didn't untense fully, though -- even when Angel started rousing -- because her attention was still on the animate machine as it struggled, in futility, against the gluesplosion... and eventually, finally began winding down.  The glow subsided.  Soon, there was only the sound of breathing for a long moment.<br/><br/>Relief and exasperation swelled together in a single exclamation that Suzanne couldn't suppress. "What the flying fuck!" she announced/shouted, arms spread wide as if to encompass the whole messy situation, her voice in that particular register that someone trapped involuntarily on a roller coaster ride and glad that the ride was over might adopt.  "What the hell was that all about!?  Magic-powered bear-hug robot girls coming to life and trying to squeeze us to death, and it gets beat by glue bombs and magic --" she squints --"magical paddles?  Is that what this place is about?"<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, she laughs, the last of the adrenaline spike starting to ease up.  "I am fucking -sold- on this place," she announces to nobody in particular.  Then, her attention finally registers the two somewhat-goo-glue-covered girls next to the still-standing hug mannequin robot.  "Hey, are you two okay?" Suzanne asked, hopeful.