<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>Library, 8:20 PM --> Basement<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Olivia, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>High-five!  Suzanne laughed and led them onwards on a hunt for the stairs (elevator?) down to the basement.  It stood logically that a fair amount of what they were planning to find would not be on the second or third story, areas forbidden to them as part of the game; even if they wanted to hunt stuff there, what would they find?  Surely the sisters who lived here weren't exactly opening their rooms for inspection.  Suzanne knew -she- wouldn't want<del>a bunch of weirdos</del>people she didn't know rifling through her stuff.<br/><br/>The main stairwell down was accessible from the entryway of the house, behind the door across from the coat closet, and Suzanne flicked on a light switch in the stairwell as they made their way down.  The basement was a lot more closed off than the upstairs was, which sent a brief twinge of claustrophobia through her spine.  There weren't many basements (or multi-story dwellings owned by people who weren't rich) back home; land was cheap, so people built out, not up or down.  She'd get used to it, though.  She had to, for what she wanted to do.<br/><br/>"I can only just make heads or tails of anything down here," she said to Olivia, motioning for the other girl to lead.  The whole 'Occultech' thing seemed like a diversion from her specific interests (old ways, best ways!), and while she had every reason to appreciate what little she'd read about alchemical practices, it seemed like a longer way to get where she wanted to go.  "What's the major you're looking at, by the by?"