Jin
Both seemed pleased with the facilities, and this privately made Jin a very happy man. So much of what he would class as his 'free' time went into developing new mechanisms for the equipment, and he was glad to see that they would all be acquiring even more usefulness with the new influx of people who might use them. Eventually, scientific zeal won out over decorum and he was smiling happily, alight with the desire to explain, to invent, to improve.
If there was one definitive drive in Jin's life, it was this. To improve lives. No discovery was too small, no innovation too insignificant, if it could make even one person's day more bearable or more enjoyable, and he just knew that if the two of them and possibly the others could use his devices, he would have a hundred new ways to improve upon them, which would make training more efficient not just for them, but for the entire army, once he managed to convince his father that such machines should be used by soldiers at large, of course.
But the politics of the matter could be considered later. "If the two of you would not mind doing me a very large favor," he asked quietly, still smiling, "please try as many of the different devices as possible, and tell me if there is anything about them that might be improved upon. This one, for example," he moved over to one of the machines, which appeared for all intents and purposes to be a rectangular box with one open side and a lever on the back, "works like this."
Pulling the lever, the prince released three simple robotic aerial targets, each of which held suspended beneath it a clay tablet with a bullseye painted on it. "The idea is much like ordinary target shooting, only the idea is to ht the clay plate. They are programmed to move erratically, like a real target might. Miss Kuzikio, if you want to try shooting them, they will return to the box once you've hit the target. Throwing knives or arrows work too. That machine over there-" he pointed to a much larger box- "does the same, only for melee practice instead, if you're interested Miss Yukira. I'm sure the both of you can figure the rest of them out."
Jin checked his watch and frowned. "Ah, please forgive me; I am required elsewhere at the moment. If you need anything, I'll be in the library." With a bow, he turned neatly on his heel and departed. The head of his research department was waiting to meet him to discuss something about his water power generator schematics.
On his way back in, he passed once more through the gardens and stopped, regarding the flowers with hesitation for a moment. Tapping his fingers against the side of his leg, a rather nervous habit of his, he decided the meeting could wait for a few more minutes and found the bush he was looking for. Yellow roses. Removing one of his knives, he delicately sliced off a single blossom with considerable stem. Returning to the west wing, he hoped the intrusion, brief as it was, would not be unwelcome.
Searching around the occupied orange room, he studiously avoided anything that had not been there before Shizuo had entered and managed to find himself an empty vase, which he filled with water from the adjoining bath and dipped the stem of the rose into, setting the assemblage on the windowsill. Removing a small notebook and pen from one pocket, he penned a small note and left it propped up against the vase before heading back upstairs to the library.
I apologize for the distinct lack of yellow in the room. Perhaps this will help, if only a little.
Lenore
"I do hope I am enjoyable to observe." Lenore started, unaware that her sidelong observations had been so obvious. To her credit, she ignored the blush slowly creeping up her neck with near-haughty dignity, though her expression swiftly shifted upon seeing the room. Her nose scrunched in a way that didn't really have any dignity at all, but she wasn't even aware of it.
Pink was probably Lenore's least favorite color, and she could not begrudge Adio his mirth. And oh dear, the roses. Pink ones, all over the place. "I can honestly say my father has no taste for decorating." The young woman could not agree more and simply shook her head, absurdly-long pink strands rippling. She wasn't even honestly sure what to say. The white and gold weren't so bad, maybe...
"Charming... I suppose?" She couldn't help it; she snorted. A distinctly unfeminine sound, but appropriate all the same. It might have been followed by laughter, but she suppressed the urge. It was all too... something. she didn't know what, exactly, but- oh dear gods, he's smiling again. Lenore's face flamed again, and she could only help it would be interpretable as modest embarrassment at the decidedly odd sound. Covering her silly girlishness with her customary bluntness, she attempted a recovery.
"Oh yes. If I liked roses and pink, I do not think there would be anything more charming in the world." At that point, a steward entered, apparently to call Adio away for some kind of meeting. He offered to return though, and she nodded. At his mention of practice grounds, she realized that she never had quite relaxed her grip on her sword. What, was she expecting to be attacked here, now?
Noting the saber at his waist, perhaps it was not such an unsafe caution. "Hmm... maybe. I think that would depend on whether or not there was an interesting opponent to be found there," she quipped, raising a brow. He left, though, and she entered the room, deciding to put her few things away and take a bit of a breather.