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[h3]Afternoon, Sept. 4[/h3]
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Zoe woke up with a start, a smile quickly fading from her face. Glancing at the clock, she could tell she'd been out for ages. It was almost midday. She didn't mind a lie in, but it was normally nowhere near this late when she woke up so she must've been a lot more tired than she'd realised.

It had been one of her usual dreams, or what passed for usual since she became a subnatural. At least it had been vague, not the hauntingly real reenactments it could present her with. This dream was more of a warning - a hint of the memories that would slowly start occupying her thoughts if she didn't eventually sort it out. Normally, she'd take it as a cue to go and train or something, but...

Well, she didn't feel up to it today. After yesterday, a break was a pretty welcome idea, especially considering how late it had been once she'd actually gone to sleep. Besides, she had a decent handle on things now. There would be a while before things got out of control enough to warrant actually dealing with it unless someone picked a fight. Today? Today, she just wanted to sort things out. 'Things' being the assorted stacks of forms that were looming on her desk.

[color=palevioletred][i]Paperwork. Ugh. I think I'd rather fight another spaghetti monster.[/i][/color]

Despite her cheerful thoughts, Zoe had resigned herself to going through it. As much as she wanted to ignore the things just to make a point, she had a pretty strong suspicion that they wouldn't care in the slightest. And the satisfaction of dumping the tests probably wasn't worth getting stuck in remedial classes. Of course, it could happen anyway. Depended how much of this she actually remembered from school - it had been a while, now that she thought about it.

Not that she hadn't [i]tried[/i] to keep up with some kind of study. Hell, she'd gone through more textbooks than she could count, but that only meant so much. There'd been other priorities, really. Getting enough cash to look after the others, for one. She wondered how they were getting on without her, actually. The last few years had been tough, but they'd looked after each other as well as they could. A dysfunctional, scared, reckless family of kids with no-one else to turn to. But a family nonetheless. Part of her really did miss them.

Reminiscing was always dangerous, though. After all, it made her think about--

She shook her head. This wasn't the time. No more memories. Just finish all the boring-ass work, and then move on with her life. Tomorrow. She'd deal with it tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Not yet.

Looking at the papers, Zoe focused on the requisition forms first. Her list was mostly practical, with a few basic comforts thrown in, but it all seemed worth getting a hold of to her. In terms of more doubtful requests, she'd asked for a knife - and although the odds on how likely they were to hand one out to a 'violent X' seemed dubious at best, there were a lot of practical uses to having one beyond just stabbing people. Not that you [i]couldn't[/i] or anything, but if she wanted to commit murder she didn't exactly need one anyway.

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[*]Survival Knife
[*]Notepad & Pen
[*]Needle & Thread
[*]Matches
[*]General bathroom supplies (Shampoo, etc.)[/list][/hider]
Once that was filled in, she looked back at the tests with a sigh. This was going to be a [i]long[/i] afternoon.[hr]
[color=palevioletred][i]Finally![/i][/color]

Zoe tossed the calculus paper on top of the rest of them and leaned back with a satisfied grin. It felt good to have finished everything up now, because it meant the next few days were hers to do whatever she liked with. Most of her results had come out what she'd assumed was slightly below average - but she wasn't really that sure. As long as they were done, she didn't really care either way.

It was almost nighttime now, though. The work had taken up pretty much her entire afternoon. She sighed, looking over the form one last time before placing it next to the stack of test papers. Honestly, she was more tired than she'd expected. She'd maybe go walk around outside the dorms a little, but then she was getting some shut-eye. By tomorrow, Zoe figured she'd be back at one hundred percent.