"There's always next week if there's no more cloth. Gosh, we're going to get to learn to make so many things."

"If we live!" says Karen, maybe excessively brightly. "Does anyone know if the knives are due in their totally completed forms at the end of this class period, mine still needs a handle."

"Shop assignments are due a week or several later, six for big ones" says Julia, going to the next cabinet. "You have at least next week and might have a third, it should say on the sheet somewhere."

The next cabinet contains a huge fossilized tree stump, a pile of shiny metal bars about an inch in diameter - "dibs, I bet that's on the list somewhere", pastel colored acrylic sheets, a huge wad of fishing-boat netting, and a jar of synthetic gemstones on which Julia also calls dibs.

Lots of dibs from the rich chick, not like she expected anything else. That bucket of gemstones would probably be worth a hundred thousand. If she was back in Chicago. And the pawn shops didn't blatantly gouge her. And she didn't get shanked for it. And the IRS and DEA didn't come after her mom when they're suddenly rich...

She'll. Fade back into the background a bit now with a slight sigh.

A significantly more frustrated Riley makes his way over to the supply cabinets. Copper and tin, copper and tin...right. Enclavers have dibs. Riley waits for them to be done.

The sheets of acrylic are pretty, and probably even useful for someone, but she can't think what that someone is going to use them for, so she feels like she'd better leave them for someone who has a better idea of their value.

"I guess netting isn't gonna be very good for clothes," she sighs.

"Yeah, maybe thread guy - THREAD GUY! WILBUR! will want it."

Next cabinet!! Top shelves are full of metal disks and have already been picked over pretty thoroughly, though there's some iron and some graphite and some unrecognizable silvery stuff. Lower shelves contain a cylinder of titanium damascus with a cool wave pattern on it, several sheets of glass, and white birch plywood.

"I bet Tony'll help you on your knife if you're stuck," she says helpfully to cute kid.

-oh, that is helpful. Riley smiles at her.

"Thanks. Where can I find Tony?"

Oooooh, pretty cylinder. She is - also not sure what you'd do with the cylinder, but at least it's smaller than the sheets of acrylic?

If Julia doesn't call dibs she's gonna take that one. And - also wasn't there some glue somewhere? Gorilla glue seems like the kind of thing you're gonna need at some point, she should take a bottle of that.

Julia rather than just answering Riley teaches him to identify all of New York, in a conspiratorial sort of voice. "Chloe's the girl with brown hair. Fiona's the girl who's half Asian. Magnus is the boy who's half Asian. Zeke's the tall one with a bit of that Disney Channel teen heartthrob vibe. Silas is the one with sort of pronounced cheekbones and a weird shape of face. Orion's the blonde. Tony and Basil are the twins, and no one knows how to tell them apart but Tony's in the brown jacket today."

Wilbur one hundred percent wants the netting! And he'll scoop the acrylic sheets too if nobody else is taking them. 

"I think this is pewter," She says of the silvery stuff. "I recognize it, my mom had some old pewter things. If I'm right it's not super useful. There's lead in it? Used to be more common. It might have some sort of metaphorical magical use."

She grabs some anyway. Pewter totems of protection feels like A Thing enough to be worth it.

That's weirdly helpful of enclave girl- Julia- so Riley smiles and nods and thanks her:

"Thanks for the tip. Call me if you need a hand!"

He scampers off to find Tony (and/or Sherlock).

Julia has decided that Riley should carry her stuff all the time, he's very friendly and helpful!!

The next cabinet has candlesticks, including some that look to be gold though they're probably just gilded; Julia calls dibs on them anyway, the upperclassmen will be able to melt them down. It also has candles, which she calls dibs on "for group therapy on Wednesday, you're all invited", steel and copper shavings annoyingly intermixed, unfinished wood half-spheres a couple of inches in diameter, string, and....Pyrex casserole pans?

"Anybody need some Pyrex casserole pans?" she calls, because she sure doesn't, but it seems like someone might have some idea what to do with them.

"Can you keep food for later or does that also kill you somehow?" She asks the room at large.

"You can keep food for later! Some of the freshmen have keep-cool artifice, I don't but Annaka's supposed to leave me hers when she graduates at the end of the year. You have to check for, like, mold and stuff, and it can attract mals, but not if you have good keep-cool artifice that keeps mals out too."

About twenty minutes before the end of class, the door swings open. It's Olivia and Frank; they don't introduce themselves, but start systematically looking at all of the students. 

"Did anyone leave early?" Olivia asks.

Julia's found a cabinet with sheet metal and Silas is helping her bundle it so someone can carry it.  "No one left early. No one murdered anyone else either."

"Hi Olivia! Hi Frank!"

"Great," says Olivia curtly. Glare at Riley. Glare at Ribo. Glare at Wendy. Glare at Karen. Glare at Wilbur. Glare at six Indian kids at a different table but in the same class, supervised by a bored Indian upperclassman who's working on his own shop project at the same time. Glare across the room at Masozi and the Chinese kid he's with. 

Another girl is following Olivia and Frank, who probably no one here knows, but some people might recognize as from Pisa. She makes a circuit of the room, looking at everyone but not pausing much.

Oria covers the room relatively quickly and approaches Olivia.

"English side looks clean to me. I'm going to look a little closer at the kid who kicked this off. Not that I particularly doubt your investigation."

Eeep???

"Sure thing," Olivia says. 

"Do you suppose the seniors will help us carry stuff?" Julia asks Silas quietly while all the glaring is ongoing. 

        " - yeah, probably." He moves on to another cabinet, which has an enormous fifty-pound roll of wax paper, twelve canisters of compressed air, tins of caulk, and a 10ft*48inch reflective roll of insulation. "We should be more systematic about this, have four kids on searching right at the start of class."

"We have a good haul, though!"

        "I think we could have optimized it a lot harder."

"Okay, Mom."