week 01, monday, evening

[It's not too long after dinner that Hinata starts wandering the hotel, trying to find something to do. Even dinner had seemed to go on for ages, and while he knows this is only the first day, and he knows, logically, by looking at the clock, that it hadn't been very long at all... it's hard to shake the feeling.

But maybe most importantly, thanks to his immunity, he feels he should take the opportunity to speak with as many people as possible. To gauge how they might be feeling without fear of immediate repercussion, or worse, ending up as a victim himself. There's several people he's wanted to follow up with, but hasn't made time yet, until...]

Ah, Field-!

[He spots her as she's heading down the stairs, glancing around quickly before moving to intercept. His hands are open at his sides, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.]

Hey, uh... where are you headed?

week 01, tuesday, evening

[it's getting worse. at breakfast, exhausted, he'd closed his eyes for a moment and jolted awake less than a minute later, fully convinced he'd slept until lunch. he'd gone through the rest of the day trying to keep himself within easy sight of the clocks, just to try to keep a grip on himself. it's so, so dull, though he doesn't dare risk letting that show. after everything he'd said about not letting these motives affect them, there's no way he can crack so soon.

maybe he just needs to talk to some more people? he could go back to his room and sleep, but its far too disorienting to let that happen. instead, on his way up the stairs, he pauses and instead of heading to the second floor, starts walking down the first hallway. he'd wanted to speak to inaba yesterday, but hadn't made time. maybe she has some free time now?

it's a little uncertain, but he raises his hand to knock on her door.]

Hey, Inaba? It's Hinata. You in here?