<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bb87d94e-fad3-47fb-ab8e-90f5fc13c0e3_zpse5855d16.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Bastian Grey</em><br/><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Sailor Pluto</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em>Campus – Library</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>April 7th, 4:00 p.m.</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>See here</em>(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/bf84d8aa-e624-445d-b78b-b4d09fca52b8_zps6d4a2bf6.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Hajime Amagi</em><br/><hr/>Every Research Assistant (RA) had to take at least one shift a month in the library serving as a support tutor. Unlike Teaching Assistants, RAs focused primarily on academic research and not teaching or tutoring. The University recommended a well-rounded education so the library tutoring requirement was given regardless of the field of study. Each month the schedule was posted and students could get help from an RA in their field of study. Occasionally RAs also received more personal requests for advice.<br/><br/>As a graduate student in physics, Bastian normally had several students at his library hours who had questions regarding science. This evening there had only been one. A very simple equation question he answered in a few minutes. There were a couple of other students that asked questions about choosing graduate school. Otherwise, it was a quiet afternoon.<br/><br/>Bastian surveyed the library, taking in the larger room with tables and the computers on the perimeter. Along the walls were several privacy rooms. He tilted his head to the side, raising his chin. A soft, yet audible, ‘pop’ was heard as his neck aligned.<br/><br/>Looking at the clock, Bastian stood up to make his rounds. He walked through the tables of people studying and chatting. The computers had regulars playing their online games and some doing research and writing papers.<br/><br/>The rooms were mostly empty. Considering them ‘private’ was something of a misnomer. They were technically private, but this was a library after all. The wall next to the door was a floor to ceiling window. They were quiet, just not private. He walked past and noticed a familiar face looking bothered or stressed. He tapped on the window.<br/><br/>“Everything okay?” Bastian asked quietly through the glass at Hajime.<br/>