[It had been a long day entertaining prospective talents and volunteers and arranging her notes accordingly. Kohran reminds herself that she must learn how to use the "small" computers in the Education Center sometime...

But for now, with a blueprint case slung over a shoulder, a paper bag hanging from an elbow and a box in her hand big enough to hold a small table lamp, she makes her way towards Mr Asplund's place of residence -- she can't wait to show him and Ms Croomy her prototype for Mr Puddingbot!

She then knocks at the address given to her by Mr Asplund...]

[ It's late in the evening, and Ashton finally managed to scrounge together those supplies after spending time with Hiling earlier in the day. It wasn't exhausting, but the reality of the past few days was finally catching up to him and it weighed heavily on him as he turned the handle of the apartment door.

The sound of stone grinding against metal is unmistakable and, once inside, his eyes find Conrad's form across the room, hunched over with the sword in his lap and a whetstone in-hand. So much for getting to his room stealthily. He clutched the brown paper bag close to his chest and stepped forward. ] Hi, Conrad.