She just didn't have anyone to hand hers into, which was probably good, because her wall of string and notes hadn't produced any real results, which had her wondering if she'd done it wrong. You saw it on TV and in movies and they never went into details as to how all the string and pins helped, it was all just kind of... there in the background of the scene. She had her categories, things like DARKLAb off to the side, since it'd been a bust, and then a couple of columns for KIRIN and next to it, 'S HORN (?). She wasn't sure whether they should be the same column.
And string, and pins. She'd bought several colors of each but hadn't really been sure how to apply them, so there was a loose system that she'd had to write a separate note about, which was also on the wall.
But so far staring at it had not produced a moment where everything came together in her head and she knew what to do next. Maybe she'd gone with the wrong color string.
It was sort of a relief when Miles called out, because she was on the verge of ripping it down and starting over.
"What's up?" she said, hopping off the bed and crossing to the door into the living area, eyes immediately settling on the coffee table. "...is that what I think it is?"
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Date: 2014-06-03 07:12 am (UTC)She just didn't have anyone to hand hers into, which was probably good, because her wall of string and notes hadn't produced any real results, which had her wondering if she'd done it wrong. You saw it on TV and in movies and they never went into details as to how all the string and pins helped, it was all just kind of... there in the background of the scene. She had her categories, things like DARKLAb off to the side, since it'd been a bust, and then a couple of columns for KIRIN and next to it, 'S HORN (?). She wasn't sure whether they should be the same column.
And string, and pins. She'd bought several colors of each but hadn't really been sure how to apply them, so there was a loose system that she'd had to write a separate note about, which was also on the wall.
But so far staring at it had not produced a moment where everything came together in her head and she knew what to do next. Maybe she'd gone with the wrong color string.
It was sort of a relief when Miles called out, because she was on the verge of ripping it down and starting over.
"What's up?" she said, hopping off the bed and crossing to the door into the living area, eyes immediately settling on the coffee table. "...is that what I think it is?"