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savetheearth2013-04-06 09:49 pm
professorwolf) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-06 09:49 pm
5th Howl [Action]
Lyall spends the late afternoon pacing his classroom, laptop open just in case anyone has last-minutes contributions or problems, waiting for people to show up. He's early, in case anyone else is, and he's constantly poking his head out of the room to test the air for suspicious scents. Just to make sure none of those little monsters show up.
The blinds in his classroom are drawn to keep out the sunlight, but all the lights are on, so at least it's well-lit. He has his projector set up, probably to some consternation of the various students present.
Once everyone shows up, the first thing he does is make sure everyone's all right and doesn't need anything: no major questions, no obvious trauma, not in blatant trouble. Then he launches right into what's probably the most interesting part:
"I went to the police station this morning, with some trumped up allegations of arson at my 'favorite student's' house. No one suspected anything of me, as far as I could tell, but they didn't take me seriously, either, which was pretty much what I expected and hoped for. All I wanted was to get in there, and that I did. I interacted with a lot of the staff, and passed even more, and... many of them smell off. As in, not right, slightly like animals instead of people-- for those of you who don't know yet, my sense of smell has magnified into something at least at the dog's level, if not better. I don't know why, but it's useful."
He'll turn on the projector then, which shows an ink sketch of a pillar shaped like a snake with a heart atop it.
"I also saw this. It's at least as tall as I am and made of stone. I don't know what it is, or where it might have come from, but sociology is not my strong point. Being near it made me feel as if I were being-- prodded, in my head, to accept that nothing is wrong and the police chief is to be trusted. It feels rather like those visions I know some of us have been having, except not as powerful. It may be affecting others, as well, who don't recognize the feeling. I'm hoping I can get some of you to help me look into what this could be. I also have a contact working on getting me information on all three of the names mentioned in that video of poor Paul, to start looking into them directly."
That's the meat of his news. He explains a little of his frustrating experimentation on the vermini, which he's dubbed "dandelion sprites" and which have finally managed to suicide on him (he's got a slide for that, too, but it's much less useful), and a brief outline of similar safety tips to what Davin mentioned on the network (which he hasn't seen yet), though lacking the "destroy all records" bit. Then he asks: "What about you all? Anything you have found that I haven't, that might be useful in finding out more about this?"
((ooc: I went the summary route, since we're not getting the mutant storyline and it's more efficient for a large group thread. There are comments below for various threads at various times, and feel free to say your character interrupted with questions at any point in the mini-lecture!))
The blinds in his classroom are drawn to keep out the sunlight, but all the lights are on, so at least it's well-lit. He has his projector set up, probably to some consternation of the various students present.
Once everyone shows up, the first thing he does is make sure everyone's all right and doesn't need anything: no major questions, no obvious trauma, not in blatant trouble. Then he launches right into what's probably the most interesting part:
"I went to the police station this morning, with some trumped up allegations of arson at my 'favorite student's' house. No one suspected anything of me, as far as I could tell, but they didn't take me seriously, either, which was pretty much what I expected and hoped for. All I wanted was to get in there, and that I did. I interacted with a lot of the staff, and passed even more, and... many of them smell off. As in, not right, slightly like animals instead of people-- for those of you who don't know yet, my sense of smell has magnified into something at least at the dog's level, if not better. I don't know why, but it's useful."
He'll turn on the projector then, which shows an ink sketch of a pillar shaped like a snake with a heart atop it.
"I also saw this. It's at least as tall as I am and made of stone. I don't know what it is, or where it might have come from, but sociology is not my strong point. Being near it made me feel as if I were being-- prodded, in my head, to accept that nothing is wrong and the police chief is to be trusted. It feels rather like those visions I know some of us have been having, except not as powerful. It may be affecting others, as well, who don't recognize the feeling. I'm hoping I can get some of you to help me look into what this could be. I also have a contact working on getting me information on all three of the names mentioned in that video of poor Paul, to start looking into them directly."
That's the meat of his news. He explains a little of his frustrating experimentation on the vermini, which he's dubbed "dandelion sprites" and which have finally managed to suicide on him (he's got a slide for that, too, but it's much less useful), and a brief outline of similar safety tips to what Davin mentioned on the network (which he hasn't seen yet), though lacking the "destroy all records" bit. Then he asks: "What about you all? Anything you have found that I haven't, that might be useful in finding out more about this?"
((ooc: I went the summary route, since we're not getting the mutant storyline and it's more efficient for a large group thread. There are comments below for various threads at various times, and feel free to say your character interrupted with questions at any point in the mini-lecture!))
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"You're already doing a lot," he assures him. It's more than I did, goes unspoken.
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He'd see if it'd work. "Anything I ought to know, from your end, since we last spoke?" he asks, instead of staying on that subject. It seems like a potentially important question, lately.
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"Not much," he says. Technically, it isn't a lie--nothing much really has happened, other than the puppies. And the freaky-toothed ravens. "It's been the same old thing, at least up until...you know."
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