─ dance studio 'lesotho'

It hadn't been too long since Yewon was last in this practice room, but for some reason today it felt so.. fresh? She couldn't really describe it, but she could definitely think of the reason behind this. Byul. Sure, today was the day she was supposed to be meeting her for the private lesson, and that plan had fallen appart in the end, but there's was a positive side to this, and that was that she had been able to exchange a few more messages with her. Does that beat having an actual, in person conversation? Obviously not but between this and just rescheduling without saying much after, Yewon would take this any time, any day.

But now was not the time for this, she'd spent a good amount of her day around her phone and the lesson, she had barely even finished what she had planned for the project, and now she was an hour behind on her dance practice as well. Interlacing her fingers together, she twisted her hands forwards and then upwards, a few bones cracking here in there (she refused she was getting older, it was simply and purely because she had been sitting all day... probably) as she felt her sides and her back extend. A couple more warming up exercised and she was good to go.

One thing she hadn't told anyone was that she was planning on creating a coreography for the track she'd been working on. Why, you may ask? Well, what could impress Byul more than a rap track, from someone who's just now learning to rap? Surely, said track accompanied by a killer coreography. Now, a killer coreography if she was able to create one. Although hiphop was one of her favorite genres, she didn't have much experience with it, being forced into the more classical, pretty, elegant side of dance that was ballet, contemporary, etc. Whatever, some kind of coreography was to be made, and whether it takes little time or not, it'll have to be nothing less than excellent. One thing she was most definitely not was someone who allowed herself to be embarrassed (at least in the things she could control).

The track wasn't finished yet, and so she was practically coreographing from memory. All things considered, it was going by pretty smoothly, she'd managed to complete a verse and the first chorus in 2 hours, and she was somewhat happy with what she'd come up with, although that one portion right before the chorus wasn't feeling quite right. It's supposed to give you a cliffhanger-sort of feel before the bass kicks in, and it's just not quite doing that. For now. Yewon created a mental note to go back to it another time (she'd spent almost 30 minutes on it already, you have to know when to quit or when to move on) before repeating the choreo one more time to record it and taking a well deserved break.

It was already way past midnight, but she was hoping to at least get another verse down before calling it a day, she was a perfectionist but she also she appreciated getting things done ahead of time. She says it's so she can have a bit more free time next time, but let's be real, she just ends up using that time for other projects, saying it's to save up even more time (we get it, it's a cicle that never ends and basically Yewon doesn't stop working). With all of this said, she definitely didn't mind staying up until later to finish it, but for now her body was feeling very very exhausted, and she needed to sit down for a while, recharging. That is exactly what she's doing. Well, that and going through the texts from earlier today.

At every word she read her admiration just grew even more. She knew nothing was to come out of this, this is merely a relationship of fan-idol (or trainee-trainer for all Byul's concerned), but even so.. she couldn't just shake off the disappointment she felt. It was dumb, it was just upright stupid to hope for something more than what is it, but it was still frustrating. Time had gone by so fast ever since she decided to try and join the same company as her, Yewon didn't exactly have to time to ever stop and think for a second about what she's doing now, about she's going to do next. What exactly is she doing here? What did she come here for?

That delusional side of her kept reassuring her they'd meet, they'd fall in love (as I said before, delusional, but let's not judge the girl too hard, she's never been in any kind of relationship before, it's okay for her to dream) and that was that. Except that was undoubtedly not that and deep down she knew it. Heck, she did think about it from time to time as she tried falling asleep, but pushed the thought back, that frustrating side encouraging this awful behaviour again and again. But now, now she was alone in this gigantic practice room. Just her and her stupid thoughts.

She didn't know what she was to do after this. What she did know is, that lesson is gonna go by in a flash and then... and then what? What else was she going to do here? Yewon has no interest in the idol life, actually, no other interests whatsoever. Just.. her. Her, her, her. It's always been all about her, but now that the one interaction she'll be able to get with her is closing by.... she can only wonder what exactly she'll be doing after. Sure, she can continue working as an idol... but is that what she wants to do in the next years? What does she want? If she doesn't know, how would we.

She knows she acts like a child, making harsh decisions that in the end make absolutely no sense, but she just can't help it. It's like her mind acts on its own, without consulting the center of everything (and that being her brain, of course). Where is this leading us? Or, well, her? I don't think today is the day we'll know, if there is ever a day when we will. One thing is for certain, however. She will enjoy her time with Byul the most she can, and least she will have accomplished something in her life for once.

Brushing off all of that aside, Yewon took a quick glance at her clock. 'Jesus, I've been sitting here for 40 minutes. Yeah.. time to get up' and so she did. She spent the next hour or so working on the remaining verse, her head not fully there, concentration down the drain for the most part. She managed to finish it, also somewhat happy about it, but the walk back home wasn't something she would like to think of again.. at least for a while.

@☼ jeon jungkook ʳᵒᵐᵉᵒ /He's all but hyperventilating over a bottle of pills, and it pisses Seonghwa off. No amount of breathing exercises were going to get him through this one. He really thought he was alone.
/That is, until the voice and the quiet thud of a bag meeting the floor. A tattooed hand reaching for his pill bottle.
Wait -! /They jerk the pill bottle out of the way, a new panic forming that snaps them back to reality.
T-these aren't m-mine! I'm fine - I'm FINE!
/Their shouting is not very convincing, even to his own blocked ears. They force a smile through the heaving breathing, tilting their head back and trying to pull their shoulders with it. Seonghwa throws the bottle down into his belongings, the bright orange standing out against the dull, gray palette.
See! D-don't need them - /But he has to lean against the wall to support himself, and his eyes dip down. This wasn't convincing anyone./

@♊︎ park seonghwa ᵛᵉⁿ jungkook was not a perfectionist by any means until it came to his craft. getting slapped with the ‘golden ace’ title like many other idols, it comes with a heavy mentality to do better. over the years it had only gotten worse especially after last years tour and with the consequences of his recent actions, the weight feels heavier than ever.
thats how he finds himself in the practice room until he feels like his legs could give out. tonight in particular , he didn’t arrive until late due to packed schedules. photoshoots and stylists with their ugly fashion statements.’

jungkook was grumbling to himself , practice bag slung over his shoulder as he sauntered down the hallway only to stop in his tracks a moment later. Loud mysic blares from one of the practice rooms, that was odd. Was there a new cycle of promotions he didn’t know about?

he backtracks out of pure curiosity until he’s directly outside the door, he gently pushes on it and pokes his head into the room. with the wave of warmth that hits him he had expected a full group in there or at least multiple bodies. to his surprise there was only one. oh . jungkook had never seen him before but he looked like he was about to debut given his haircut. he could use a couple more friends- or just one , whatever.
he enters and the closer he gets the warmer it gets. jungkook stops feeling a slickness on the floor, his brows furrow. had that been sweat?

“Hey?” He tries , but the music just drowns him out. he had only been approaching the guy from the side who seems hunched over. He doesn’t even bother trying again and goes to switch off the power button. “Yo. How long you been in here huh?” it was a lighthearted ice breaker he thinks but the guy didn’t respond. the only sound that rang through the room was the sound of the strangers ragged breaths.

“Uhh, are you okay?” he asks cautiously. jungkook drops his bag , peeking over to see what the man was hunched over. “Do you want me to get that for you?” he tries again because the guy really looked like he was struggling. jungkook felt something familiar creep up the back of his neck. he had been here a time or two.
“Here,” he gently reaches out for the bottle, “let me open it , yeah. you’re going to be okay. you need some water and sit down. it’s going to be fine.”

() don’t mind the length i just ramble

@☼ jeon jungkook ʳᵒᵐᵉᵒ /Seonghwa had been practicing for the majority of the night. When the rest of his group had slinked out to enjoy their last dinner together before their music video launched, he stayed behind in front of the mirrors. The digital clock blared some time around 2:00AM as a constant reminder.
/Still, he couldn't stop.
One more time...
/He's winded from the hours of full-out dancing, and as he stands before his stereo, his fingers tremble with his phone. He's probably just over tired, he thinks to himself. But when he's not able to catch his breath, even after minutes of fumbling with his phone, he knows what's about to him.
/It doesn't matter how often it occurs, somehow Seonghwa is surprised every time. The panic attack overtakes him in seconds. The blood rushes in his ears, his eyes swell with tears, and his chest feels like it'll explode with how hard he gasps for breath.
P-pills...
/He has to speak it aloud to remind himself to move and get them. It's no easier trying to get the little pocket open in his bag. The bright yellow pill bottle taunts him as much as it comforts him. But with how hard he shakes, he struggles to open the cap. ing child locks... ...
/The song is set to repeat, and finishes with a last resounding beat before starting up again.
/He needed to get this open...

*well, Jooyeon thought he could find some redemption in this class, but for some reason, the presence of the teacher, the eyes of his classmates (that were truly not focused on him), his fumble in the warmup... It all got to him*
*he gets chest down to the floor, trying to line his knees up to push up into that first position. As he raises on his arms, his lack of muscle tone fights against him,a nd he buckles, crashing chin first to the ground*
Ow...

//rolls on the floor gracefully a couple more times just to try it out and perfect my finish, legs thrown over my head (4th? Move)
Woooop
Would you look at that form

5 - 50% accuracy with 3 pts

*He tries to follow the first move closely, but he can't stop staring to see if Jooyeon is okay. If he can keep up. If he's still in any pain. San's focus is elsewhere and not on the moves, he could pull these off easily in a heartbeat and yet he does so half-assed. The movements are there but his head is constantly turned, checking on his best friend. He smiles when he catches Wooyoung perfecting the move, glad he doesn't have to worry about that accident prone princess too*

* rolls dice * gets a 5

* rolls dice * gets a 4

//gets on the floor, ready to execute
//executes the 1st move as if I do it every day
//is shocked my own own self

* rolls dice * gets a 1

with the final pose done and dusted with, she shifted back to a sitting position, watching over the trainees with a soft gaze while shaking her legs and arms to get rid of any impending pain before standing up. being so new in this company and already having her first class almost immediately, she was impressed with some of the trainees' flexibility and was immediately snapped out of her thoughts pool when a trainee's yelps of pain shot through her eardrums. her eyes widened and her body jerked in motion to head toward the kid where one was already helping that trainee through it. "are you okay, jooyeon? Do you want to take a break?", jinah asked out of concern, her hand outstretched to rest atop his shoulder before noticing he was really quick to hide behind another trainee. now that made her wonder if he was really shy and retracted her hand away, whisking her focus away just so it wouldn't bother the male. "Alright, kids! get into your sitting or standing position and shake your body like you are on disco pang pang! get all the pain away! Now to get some basics in, i will show you 5 moves. so just follow along to the best you can!" she then got into position to show the five moves she was planning on teaching.

[use the moves in the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa093e5FFmk ]

"it's okay if you can't keep up! I will take a video of this five moves and send to you all by email for recaps!"
she announced as soon as she finished showcasing her moves and turned around with her hands on her hips and breathing slightly heavily. "Your turn to show me what you have seen and learnt!"

[ Dice Roll!
1,6 - 100% accuracy with 5 pts
2,5 - 50% accuracy with 3 pts
3,4 - 0% accuracy with 1 pts ]

God this was the end. It had to be. This was a pain unmatched. One never felt before. He may have felt it once when the family dog was put down. There was no mercy left in the universe with him. No life left. This was it. His time. "San?" he squeezes out through gasped breaths. His forehead tears off the smooth wall of the studio, almost whimpering at his friend with a hand weakly grabbing for him as a support. If there was anyone he could trust, it was San. He was a dancer. He knew him. It was San. The other hand comes to clutch him, fingers trembling with ears strained for his instructions. "Deep breaths," Jooyeon repeats, mirroring his friend. Whether it was the breathing technique, or San's presence as a distraction, the pain eventually diminished. They crouched on the floor together, Jooyeon's leg at the mercy of his friend's fingers that aided to work out the knot until it was a dull pulse of pain rather than the shot gun wound it'd felt like earlier. "Thank you," he pants quietly, cheeks flushed and chapped lips parted slightly for his first real deep breath of the day.
Consciousness returned, Jooyeon swept the room with a quick look through his straggled hair, noting all eyes on him and wishing he had been taken down with that cramp finally. "Make them stop looking," he pleads to his friend in a rushed whisper, slinking to a stand (and dragging San with him), he creeps step by step behind his friend with his hands steadied at his waist, until he's fully disappeared behind his human shield.

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San returned the squeeze to Jujube's hand, sensing how he nervous his bestfriend was about dancing. With that on his mind, it was hard for the natural dancer to concentrate on stretching. He followed the steps with what appeared to be an effortless precision, though his eyes were still trained to his friend's reflection in the mirror. When he heard the groan and saw Jujube jumping around San stopped stretching, instead he rushed over to him.
Hey stay still, stretch it out. Relax. Big deep breaths.
For a moment he forgot about the class whilst he gently herded Jooyeon to rest against the wall so that San could stretch his leg out, massaging the calf with San crouching down on his knees. He tried to rub it out, peering up at Jujube's face to check if he was still in pain or not.

//initial steps of the warm up are familiar and quite honestly - kind of boring, but warmups had to be done, my waist knows this better than anyone/
//does the sun salutations swiftly, then the floor lunges, while keeping an eye out for the teacher and her next move/
//gets into "butterfly" stance with the soles of my feet touching together, and my knees hopping up and down impatiently to warm up my hamstrings, supposing i was going to predict what is next, but im surprized/
//still i stretch forward carefully, exhaling on the way, until my chest touches the floor as well, turning my head to the side only to see Jooyeon grasshopping on one leg/
Jooyeon.
//props my head up to look at the teacher, unsure if she will go and assist him/

Jooyeon's reunion with San was a short lived one, but one that filled him with energy. When the teacher called out for them to stand at arm lengths, he laces his fingers with San for a final moment before braving his spot on the dance floor. The week's worth of dance practices he'd been forced to (in hopes of raising his skill to better impress the people in control of his career), was already sinking into his body. The simple waves of his arms was screaming for him to stop.

Jinah took the majority of his attention. She demonstrated their stretches, his eyes trailing every limb to make sure he got the right form. Inhale. Exhale. He could do that. His torso folds over, hands dreaming for the floor but reaching mid-shin at best. The shock of how little distance he could cover jolts him slightly, his exhale rapidly turning into an inhale. And soon into a groaned gasp when his calf cramps up.

All of the teacher's initial warnings were lost on him, hopping around with his knee tucked in. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Owwww!"

@✵ yoo jimin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wheein⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ "make sure you're arm length away from your friend and then swing your arms around you as well so you're not hitting anyone either. shake your arms, your legs and roll your head around. I don't want anyone to have cramps in the middle of our dance lesson. Also, if you feel like you are on the verge of getting cramps, please raise your hand or call out for me so i can lessen the intensity. Understand?"

she looked hopefully at the trainees in front of her with her hands clasped together, making it look like she was praying for it to all go smoothly and to finish without any incident incurring. to her, some might look like they could take her warm-up easily yet some other not so much. she didn't really want to cause any student to bow out on her first day or rather first class of her stint here in this company. with that thought pushed to the back of her head, she raised her arms upwards and clasped her hands where her palms would be facing the ceiling and her legs apart at a shoulder's length. with her gaze still on the kids before her, she swung her arms to the side, bring her upper torso towards the same direction with her legs still unmoving and held for a minute before returning to the same position before. now she moved to the opposite direction and once again held for a minute, returning back to the original pose again. this whole routine, she repeated for a good ten times. "Exhale and inhale slowly as you do each set."

next, she bowed over to the front, her joined palms touching the floor for two minutes and her looking up to see if the students were following along. as soon as they did, she dragged it out for another two minutes before straightening up again and exhaled out slowly. Letting go of her hands, she then shifted to place her left knee on the floor and bent her right knee with her hands resting atop, holding that pose for a good two minutes before switching to the opposite side with her gaze still locked on every student.

With that done over with, she proceeded to sit on the floor and made the soles of her feet to meet together and smiled sweetly at them. "This part might be hard for you so just copy me and if you're struggling, I will come by to help you with." With that said, her arms stretched out before her and bent over, her chin easily touching the big toes and her hands resting easily on the floor and her chest touching the floor as well.

[] according to the dice roll you did, please act it out. :D

* rolls dice * gets a 5

* rolls dice * gets a 3

* rolls dice * gets a 1

@✵ yoo jimin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wheein⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [] kjhsjahs lmao. yall gonna have to rely on the dice to determine how bad your chara can be. plus this will be dragged out for sure at the rate replies are flying in. so this shall be self paced til the end of class. ily<3

her hand shot up to scratch the side of her nose while looking at the phone in her hand to reply to some messages she received while doing the warm-ups when she heard the door creaking open. almost instinctively, that hand dropped to her side and her glance shifting from the device to the female stepping in to whom she bowed politely at a ninety degrees angle. “Hello there. Yes, I’m Ms Im. But since i’m not a big fan of formalities, you can address me as Nana. Yoo Jimin? Is it okay if I call you by your first name? Do settle down, take off your shoes if you have them on and come to the open space to wait out for others to come,” she greeted brightly and gestured to the space around her before taking a seat and placing the bottom of her feet to meet each other.

Just as she was about to ask the female trainee if she had any dance background, the next one arrived and jinah rose to her feet once again, bowing politely like she did with the first trainee. “Hello! Just call me Nana, please and ah… It’s a pleasure meeting you, San. Hmm…?” she didn’t wanted to lie that this unexpected gift from the male trainee had her reeling from surprise and confusion at the same time. was he trying to be friendly or was he actually buttering her up lest she had to be harsh on him later? while lost in her thoughts, another female trainee came and looking visibly nervous yet with a small smile on, managed to introduce herself and the teacher smiled back, waving back and informing to settle down first and come to the open space once again. “remember, no shoes! we will do a short warm up later. drink some water as well.”

jinah moved to the table where her bag was resting atop to set the box down when a male trainee walked in and suddenly just running up to a male trainee, presumably San as far as she remembered the name by, just hiding behind. finding that adorable, she decided not to push that kid to introduce himself aes, seeing how he seeked solace in his friend. Finally the last trainee to come and god forbids, she could feel so many questions radiating off this one and took this moment to eye him for a good gauge of what he could be. “Questions? sure, fire away. yes, it’s called a contemporary dance. Just imagine yourself as a feather and floating around. It depends on whether this style will be corporated into your choreographies when you either do a showcase or a debut but not very much used since most songs lean to pop, hip-hop and r&b. it is just a way of upgrading yourself i would say. So now, let’s gather around and do our very fun warm-up.”


[dice roll time!
[1,6] warming up with ease.
[2,4] warming up with a little difficulty.
[3,5] warming up with a lot of difficulty aka damn stiff and needs teacher's help.

No points shall be awarded at this junction. <3 ]

@◈ im jinah ɴᴀɴᴀ⁻ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ [im doing 1st, bc really, how much can i reiterate that he will be bad xD]

//slinking right after Jooyeon as they had left the dorm together, first thing in the morning as it was godforbidden early class, i drop my own bag at the door, bowing in silence to the new teacher, who stood by the sound system, eyeing her with assessment/
Good morning, seonsaengnim. Jung Wooyoung here.
//raises a hand with slight delay, even if already started with the introduction and went on to ask my questions, nagging at my brain, while taking off my shoes as instructed in the email/
Ssaem, I gotta ask. Will we be doing a style of dance like the video you showed in the e-mail? That's... quite a new one... very specific...
//lets the words die at the end, the vague tone only revealing my slight uncertainty in this specific type of dance style, never one for fluid artsy movements, but sharp pumps instead/
//shoots a glance towards San, already ganged up on by Jooyeon, as i still see him as my nemesis/greatest competition, then at the rest of the trainees, and keep myself rooted at my spot, back to the wall and hands crossed at my nape/

Well, this was it. The moment Jooyeon was going to make a fool of himself. Because what other fate awaited him in a dance class? No matter how much effort he put in (and despite his brief dance background in high school), he was still usually the one lagging behind three steps in class. The one stuttering on turns. Tripping over his feet. And winder at the end feeling like he'd run a marathon while others powdered up to hit a vocal class. Superheroes the lot of them. When he'd first joined the company with his bass skills and voice, he hadn't known he was in for the boot camp of his life.

Jinah's class was no exception, walking in with his duffel wrapped around his shoulders and hair slung back into a bun. He gazes around the room, searching desperately for a familiar face. "Ah! Sanshine!" He runs towards his long time friend, gratefully hiding behind him. "I'm glad you're here. I'm freaking out."

San arrived at the class early with a plan to warm up and practice before anyone else arrived but his nerves got the best of him at door when he peered through and saw the teacher already dancing inside. He pretended that he didn't see anything and continued down the hallway, sitting on the floor tucked away into a secretive corner. He took out his phone to stare at the video that had been attached to the class email and he watched it a few more times over, clearly getting into his head about the entire thing before he was even inside the dance studio.

He grew frustrated with his restlessness and got up from the floor, mumbling a pep talk under his breath 'You got this. You can do anything. You're not going to screw this up' as he approached the door. He noticed that now it was open and another trainee was inside, one he hadn't met before. He walked in just in time to catch her name.

"Hello Seonsaengnim and miss yoo. I brought a present for, um, you the new teacher. Welcome to Diamond Soul Factory. I'm San." He pushed his bag off his shoulder and rummaged inside it, taking out a box of homemade cookies. He pushed the box into Jinah's hands before shyly stepping back.

@✵ yoo jimin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wheein⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ [here we go! reply sequence: jimin > san > wheein > jooyeon> wooyoung]

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 3

* rolls dice * gets a 6

@✵ yoo jimin⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ kim taehyung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ jung wheein⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi san⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @✵ choi jisu⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Time stamp: 0845hrs
Date: 16.02 [ this will take place from now until 18 feb, 1600hrs gmt +8 ]

after climbing a couple of stairs to get to the second floor, jinah takes her time to actually read through each dance studio's name to make sure that she is entering the correct one to avoid conflict with any teacher or student who might be using the others. she stops in front of the right studio and pushes against the heavy door, peeking in to see an empty space with sunlight peeking through the see-through curtains at one end. figuring that she has some time until the arrival of the trainees, she walks over to the table to set her things down, pulling out a sleeved Air Macbook to connect to the sound system and plays the playlist to pass the time until then and also to warm up to. as soon as the music begins playing, she takes her shoes right there and then taking her socks off since she is more used to this get-up.

"okay... i can do this. I can handle a class."

she breathes deeply inwards and then outwardly while shoving her socks into the bag and then takes her mobile device with her towards the full glass panels to do warm-ups, the anxious teacher having stolen about twenty side-glances at her phone's clock in a span of a minute. "I hope the kids are nice..."

[music playing in the bg: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i39fan8ow-o&;list=PLytf9aP4bCjEhOFoYuz9phJb9ENDp_Gx3&index=1 ]
[ Please roll the dice to determine your replying sequence spots. I will determine the sequence once everyone's here.

Dice Roll to determine your character's outcomes in this class will change periodically as there will be no set passes/failures to get the best out of your character's growth. I will put it out before jinah actually start the observations. these will also have added points for the efforts put forward.

any question or doubt, please direct it at me in brackets. ily all<3 ]