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testbulb; ☁︎

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Down at the cafeteria section of Hotel OJ which was more of a food buffet type set up, with thick hot metal pans sitting underneath heating lights and serving spoons leaning to the brims of the pans.

Dinner at Hotel OJ was always lively for the eliminated contestants, everyone always seemingly up in everyone else's faces, having conversations among the hotel residents, but Lightbulb today, she wasn't a shining example for a leader of the Bright Lights today.

A metaphorical cloud was precipitating above her head as she slooped down on her elbows, quietly clinging her metal fork to the sides of a glass cup, which would usually be filled with any fun drink Lightbulb enjoyed, only today to be contained of filtered water.

Any observant scientist would catch these signs of gloomy depression on her brightest light. Test Tube skimmed the selection down at the hotel buffet today as Fan hovered around her side with his phone, nonstop talking about his blog progression.

Test Tube only nodded and replied with simple yet meaningful gestures, never one to be so distracted at how dull the atmosphere was in the hotel today, soon finding the cause of it, quietly tapping her fingers to the table.

Test Tube found it rather interesting with how Lightbulb would fittle whenever she was nervous or discouraged, but her face says it all. She allowed all the signs to storm through her mind, not paying attention to what selection of food she was putting on her plate.

"Test Tube! That pasta is really hot." Fan watched her involuntary reach her hand to the pan, "Test Tube... Test Tube?"

The scientist had her eyes elsewhere, at the empty booth Lightbulb racked up a rainstorm in. Being able to imagine how the rain flooded her surroundings, something was wrong and Lightbulb was sitting at the booth like a stranded Islander flooded out by all of her tears.

Test Tube nodded when she heard Fan speak, until she felt this scorching hot touch of freshly cooked pasta on her fingertips. The sizzle with her throbbing skin made an auditable sound, Fan's eyes widened as he grabbed Test Tube's wrist and rolled up the sleeves of her lab coat.

"OW!" Test Tube shouted, clenching her teeth together tightly and yanking her injury away from Fan. Examining the damage she did to herself, she discovered a few burns on her fingers which swelled to a red mark.

"Test Tube! Why were you reaching your hand into the pasta? Did you mean to grab the pizza right next to it?" Fan tilted his head, reaching out the cut a portion of the pie and placing it on Test Tube's plate.

"Y—Yeah... that's it, golly! Sorry." Test Tube shakes her head, snapping herself back into reality before feeling this different urge to tend to that gloomy feeling by the booths, what better way than to mention it to Fan?

"Lightbulb is looking a bit dull, a slight deviation in her usual behavior which results in some internal emotional stress." Test Tube observes, piquing Fan's interest with her analytical tone.

"Really? To me, she seems like the same old, I mean she's drinking spite today!" Fan pointed out.

"Fan!" Test Tube scolded him, "Sprite is the one with the bubbles by the meniscus, if this were a chemistry lesson, I'd fail you for not being able to identify this easily identifiable liquid! She's obviously drinking water, although a mood shouldn't be determined by drink choice."

"Forget the drinks! She DOES look upset, something I can update on the fan blog, that's for sure." Fan smirked, "Although I do feel as if some in-depth information with a logical reasoning behind this morbid display would be rather... beneficial for this blog post." Fan reached to his little tote back and pulled out his laptop. "Perhaps more readers when there's eye-catching information!"