[if you see kaede playing hopscotch with the void, no you didn't.

it... is a lot worse off than the academy she'd been at not too long ago, and at the same time it reminds her so much of it that she can't be too frightened walking around; pausing here and there, taking care not to cross paths with any rats that might be lying in wait, she seems to be... drawing in a notebook. where did she get this, you may ask?

well, from the drawings of music notes in score-form across the front when she closes it, her name penned in the top corner, it's a personal one from her room.

every now and then kaede'll stop, open her notebook, and draw more; it becomes apparent she's doing something with the void, given she takes great care in checking out the school from top to bottom, so feel free to interrupt her.]

[and of course her requisite piano prompt.

but kaede isn't playing this howevermanydays; she's taken some of the rotting wood from the workshop (splinters galore!) as well as some of the cleaning supplies from the dorms (dish soap and a cloth) to try and clean up the piano in the music room, because...

... to be honest, a task like this is gratifying. there's a need to return, but there's plenty of hands who're more than happy to investigate alongside her -- unlike the academy, kaede doesn't need to kick anyone's butt into gear. so this is her downtime activity, going over the keys and de-yellowing them. peeking into the innards of the piano and retuning them. the gentle tinkling of notes as she keys them by ear drift down the halls, discordant at times and harmonious at others, a black trash bag left at the side of the room for any broken bits and droppings.

notably, it's missing a piano bench now. there's a chair unceremoniously dragged from the library in its place. she has bruises from it.]

[kaede... will be around so if there's something you wanna do that's not here just hit this space up and we are chachaing along!!! or hit me up on discord or fusionicstars whichever]