The skateboarder is definitely dead, everyone agrees about that. It's very interesting, in a morbid way, to a lot of people, especially the ones who weren't there!

People at the gym are at least much less talkative.

She doesn't scream at the gossipers. It's slightly an effort.

The quiet gym's something, at least. She puts in her earbuds, blasts music, a traditional sign of 'no I don't want to talk.'

She goes for a walk around grounds afterwards, partially to cool down, partially to just. Quiet her head. She still has headphones in.

The frazzled lady from yesterday passes her along Jefferson, frowning at her phone, although Tess might not recognize her.

Yeah, she was dozing when frazzled lady caught Mal's attention. She didn't catch the faces of everyone in the crowd; she only recognizes frazzled lady in a familiar face kinda way.

She continues on toward the hospital, muttering something under her breath.

Tess ambles along behind her for a bit, intending to turn off at Wilson.

The lady continues grumpily toward the hospital.

She continues her walk along the shaded brick pathway on the outside of the Lawn rooms... Which lead her right to the same grassy hill as yesterday. She stops when she sees it, freezing slightly.

A few other people are scattered nearby, some relaxed and some similarly upset-looking.

Yeah. She. Doesn't want to handle this right now.

She shakes herself out of the memory, turns, and walks briskly back towards her dorm.

Nothing particularly unusual happens that afternoon or night.

That night - 

"Hey. I was thinking, and something was... weird about what happened. Like, freaky coincidences. That skateboarder wasn't showing that level of skill before, and maybe he decided to show off for that woman or something, but... weird. The squirrel also darted out at him at exactly the wrong moment."

"Not everything's a conspiracy, Mal. Sometimes bad luck's all there is to it," Tess says, tired. Mal tries to say something, but she cuts her off with, "I'm going to sleep, okay? Today's been long."

Mal nods and lets her.

(The next morning there's an email from the university president, announcing the skateboarder's death, offering counseling to any students affected, we will miss him, etcetera. Tess deletes it.)

Classes and homework continue to happen, until eventually it is the weekend.

She needs something happy. So she's dragging Mal downtown for window shopping, maybe hit one of the restaurants if they're hungry. It's a nice day, good for sitting outside.

Someone who might or might not be familiar leaves the gelato shop, about half a block away, holding a large cup of an orange-colored gelato and glaring at her phone. She walks forward without looking up, causing a group of shoppers to stumble into stopping it swerving in order to avoid collision.

Mal recognises her belatedly. "That's the same lady from earlier. Wow, she's not paying any attention at all, is she..."

She pauses in glaring at her phone long enough to glare back at the group of shoppers, then rolls her eyes and turns to walk toward 3rd.

"Wonder what her problem is."

It's hard to tell, but maybe she thinks it will be helped by going into a juice and smoothies shop. Stumbling on the first step to the door probably didn't help with her mood, though.

Eh. Not really her concern. She turns away back to Mal, rolling her eyes when she sees the other girl still focused on the strange woman.

"Wonder why she went from gelato to smoothies? That's... Weird," Mal mutters.

It is a rather warm day, although probably not warm enough that most people would want to have two icy foods at once.

Eh, whatever, back to finding a place for lunch. (This brings them past the smoothie shop; Mal can't help glancing in the window.)

It's hard to see through the window, what with the signage and reflections of the bright daylight, but she can sneak a look as someone else walks through the door. The lady doesn't seem to either have a drink or be in line for one. She's standing and talking to someone sitting at a table.