Leigh was nursing a cigarette while he spoke to Miss Sweeny. He hadn't learned a damn thing from the kid in his early class, but he seemed to be having a bit more luck with this student. Sweeny was a girl with very short pincurls, a copper-colored headwrap and a very low-cut blouse who was leaning against a film drying rack, smoking one of his cigarettes too, the filter of which was already stained with her dark, bold lipcolor. "Frank? Yeah sure, mistah Sharpe, I seen him around. He's... he was carryin' a torch fer one'a the regulars at Chat Noir, ovah near the industrial parhk." She took a drag off the cigarette, shifting her lace-and-tassel shawl closer around herself as she gave a shudder: "I had'na seen him down theah for a couple'a days, figured that spooky bird musta finally told him ta go hang out an' dry."
"Spooky, eh? Wass'er name?"
Miss Sweeny shrugged, letting her shawl fall back down off her bare shoulder and looking at him: "It's kinna a witchy name... Asenath? Yea, thas it. She's got eyes the size'uh saucahs." She finished the cigarette and walked over to the communal ashtray, stubbing it out as she finished: "Rumor's tha' she's inta some weird stuff, but I don' have a problem with it -- it'sa free world, right?" She patted her curls, giving a saucy little dip, and then put her hands on her hips, asking: "Am I free ta go now, sir?"
Leigh rolled his eyes and nodded at her, muttering: "Good to see yer practicing what I've taught you fool kids. Yeah, go on; I might have more to ask ya later but thas' all for now, Sweeney." She ducked through the first set of light-blocking curtains and Leigh called after her: "And watch yer exposure times th's assignmen' or I'll make'ya shoot two rolls nex' week!"
He stubbed his cigarette out too, about to head up to his office for a late lunch, when the secretary bustled in, nearly running into him. He caught her by the arms so she wouldn't stumble, and she blushed deeply when she handed him the note, mumbling about 'lady professor, dinner at her house.' Leigh's eyebrows shot up and he gazed down at the note; the girl turned quickly, demure skirt shifting slightly and heels clicking back up the stairs.
"Talk about timin'," he quipped to the now-empty prep area before heading up the stairs himself.
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As he took the stairs up to Agnis' apartment, Leigh couldn't help but admire the spunk she'd shown, calling (he assumed) all of the group and inviting them to her place for a meeting. "Very progressive," he muttered approvingly as he stood in front of the door, adjusted his tie and rang the bell. It was closer to 3 than 2:30, but Leigh'd gotten caught up answering a student's questions about the 'proper' way to talk their way out of a ticket should they be caught trespassing. Suppose everyone else's already here...
Last Edit: Jul 23, 2016 23:14:16 GMT by Leigh Sharpe
Post by Evan Wildstrom on Jul 30, 2016 3:08:06 GMT
Evan just got back to his small office after test driving a car. One of his student had finished some work on it recently so he was checking how it drove. As he walked in, he hung up his coat and hat on the old rack next to the door and went for his chair. It was a second hand chair he found outside another professors office. There were a few holes in it, but he found it quite comfortable. His desk was a mess of mechanical drawings and notes and student homework that he neglected to sort again. When he pulled his chair close to the desk he noticed a quickly scribbled note on top of all the other papers. He recognized the sloppy handwriting right away, it was a student who had been working late with him. The note read;
"Meet Professor Ward at apartment at 2:30 to pick up documents?" Sorry, the P- was very hurried and blurted out the message. She did not give very many details I hope you know what she means.
Evan folded the note in half and tucked it into his pocket. He didn't want anyone to know he would be meeting another professor off the grounds. The students would gobble up any gossip they could get their hands on, he was no exception. Fortunately, James most likely wouldn't be one to spread rumors. Evan would try to thank him later.
He looked at the clock on the wall. "I still have time..." he muttered, and started grabbing the sheets off his desk.
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Evan pulled up to the apartments a few minutes late. One thing always leads to another and he ended up cleaning a fuel injector before he realized he was going to be late. Luckily the drive didn't take nearly as long as he expected. He stopped at the front desk to ask which room Ward was in. Evan thanked them, then started walking up the stairs.
Post by Werner Hoganmüller on Aug 2, 2016 1:38:36 GMT
Werner's hand rested on his office phone receiver. Fraulein Ward had been surprisingly forward inviting him and the other professors to her apartment. He contemplated that some proprieties may need to be overlooked to ensure privacy in these affairs. Even so, he was glad that he had been in his office to receive the call instead of getting the information through another professor.
The aged leather chair groaned as he leaned into it to consider options for the afternoon. He had planned on utilizing the time to re-pot a tray of Saintpaulias that were starting to suffer in their now-too-small pots. After hemming and hawing a bit, he decided to scope out a volunteer in the greenhouses. Elisabet Thomson, who was in his early morning lecture was the lucky find. She must have been on watering duty today and smiled warmly as her professor approached. The young student was always eager to please; she agreed heartily. "You might ask Mr. Ferdinand for assistance choosing the appropriate media and such - I believe he's in the same lecture as you?"...
--- Later in the afternoon, Werner stepped out of a grimy taxi outside f. Ward's apartment and paid off the equally greasy driver. After entering the establishment, he asked if the front desk attendant might buzz fra--Miss Ward for him. He was a little early, as per his usual. Whilst waiting for her to come to retrieve him, Werner fidgeted with the ring on his left pinky finger - the attendant was giving him a slim-eyed look, to which he responded, "I'm a colleague of Professor Ward's. We and a few other professors are preparing a celebration for an emeritus- at our institution."
A short while later, Agnis Ward came down a set of stairs to retrieve him, bouncing a little. They exchanged a greeting and talked about pleasant nothings on the way to her door. Upon entering, Werner took off his crisp trench and looked about. The fraulein had already made her way through the apartment to a kitchen ahead of them and gave him leave to look around. He entered the room on his right- possessing an open archway compared to the closed doorway on his left. A recently snuffed candle still emitted a autumn-y scent similar to cider sat near a hedera ivy, outgrowing it's space. Werner's nose wrinkled slightly at the small messes littering the room. Books, decorations and sheets of paper with illegible scribbles sat on and stuck out of any available space. He reached out to tuck a few precariously placed tomes on one of the bookshelves and noticed an empty space on the wall, nail barren. Presumably the framed item resting against the record-player-radio cabinet belonged there. It's face turned away from him - Werner thought, Everyone has their secrets, even those as brash as her...
A voice called from the adjoining room, beckoning him into the bright kitchen and dining space. It was a little crowded but not as cluttered as the former room. f. Ward asked for his choice of drink: "Whatever juice you might have, please-" Distracted by a clothing pile, undergarments peeking at him in the next room - Werner looked away quickly with an embarrassed smile and asked where he might find the facilities. His host waved her hand directing him that way and mentioned him to leave his coat (still in hand) anywhere. Coat placed delicately over a dining chair, Werner made his way to the bathroom. When he returned, Agnis motioned for him to have a cookie and said she was going to grab another colleague downstairs.
"Damn it all! Wrong side... Sorry say all that again?" Albert barked a little to loudly.
He had had a long lunch break during which he had gone downtown to one of Miskatonic's largest banks to meet with the investors there and discuss business trends and theories. All while drinking in the banks very well stocked conference room of course.
"Nooo. No! I'm fine thank you. What? No. I can't hear out of my right ear, the war and all... Yes. I believe I can get a cab to your place by that time... No, no Miss Ward I'm ah, quite fine, thank you. I couldn't drive in this blasted city if I wanted too..."
Albert attempted to hang up his office phone, missed, and then swore loudly before hitting the receiver with his cane. After realizing that some of the other professors in nearby offices might have heard him, he carefully dialed the number of a nearby cab service he frequented.
Post by Leigh Sharpe on Sept 24, 2016 16:03:26 GMT
Leigh greeted Evan just as the doorman came to let the shorter professor in. "Ehvan!" Leigh crowed, never one to use honorifics unless someone specifically demanded them... and most times, not even then, "Not real sure who else's here but it's good ta see I'm not the only one runnin' a bit behind." He spoke to the other man as they walked past the doorman and straight to the admittance desk. Leigh winked at the sharply-dressed woman sitting there, without taking his hat off, and drawled out Agnis' apartment number. The woman looked a little flustered, but the two professors were spared whatever she might've said by Agnis herself walking out of the wrought-iron lift gates.
"Agnis! Evahn and I jus' got here," he said by way of greeting, walking toward her with an amused grin on his face. He gestured back over his shoulder at the desk woman and doorman, "I think those two might have a synchronized heart attack if another scoundrel in a suit walks in lookin' for yeh. I got a lead, a lil' one but somethin' anyway. Is everyone else already heah?"
Last Edit: Sept 24, 2016 16:04:18 GMT by Leigh Sharpe
Agnis smiled broadly at the two that had come after Werner, raising a hand to wave at them before gushing as she stepped out from the stairway. Agnis gave a warm, friendly smile to the desk attendant (Dorothy, she thought, but could not be certain). "Don't worry a bit about them, they're quite alright to come and go. We have very important university matters to discuss, and we should be expecting one more. Let him up when he arrives?" The woman, continuing to be more flustered, just gave a sheepish nod. It was not obvious to Agnis, but could have been to anyone else, that she did not approve of this conduct but had been on the receiving end of Agnis' less-than-modest behaviours before.
Clapping her hands together, Agnis then motioned towards the stairs. "I'm glad you two could make it, come in! Please! Hoganmüller is already here. Heiss should be here soon and we should all be ready to settle in then. I want to know all about what happened. This morning was so peculiar.. I'm afraid I've never known much about the going ons of the students, so." Agnis, in her own way, assumed this was an acceptable excuse for not having tried to dig up any information through the day (aside from this morning). She walked them up the stairway and to her apartment, holding the door wide for them to enter. "Hoganmüller is in the kitchen, lay your coats wherever."
Last Edit: Dec 17, 2016 15:19:35 GMT by Agnis Ward
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