Watch your feet! [open]

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The sounds of muffled thumps and crashes (and not-so-muffled swearing) can be heard from inside one of the rooms of the Sensoriums. Sure, it looks like a peaceful, picturesque little stone cottage near the edge of St. Andrews University, but inside is chaos and disaster. Or at least it looks like a very small localized hurricane hit many rooms at once (which is basically what happens when you live with nine other people).

Wyn can be found sitting on the floor in the kitchen, surrounded by bits and pieces of broken crockery (and random pieces of machinery in various states of disassemblement, and a bowl of cereal, and a blue-and-gray scarf, and the manual to Disgaea...). Anybody feel like finding out what happened?