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It's a chilly January afternoon at Longfellow College and Professor Julian Steele stands looking out his many paned office window at the snowy New England hills rolling away beyond the ivy clad buildings of the Quadrangle.
A fire chuckles invitingly in the hearth behind him, casting a warm glow on his large clasped hands and tall, lean backside.
The campus is quiet, students will not be returning until next week. The only reason Doctor Steele is here in fact, is to meet the newest member of his department of fine arts and antiquities, Dr. Rebecca Frandlust. She was hired to replace poor Bernadette Zuckerman, who keeled over with a heart attack while giving a field demonstration of pot shard retreival techniques to her sophomore archaeology class.
Doctor Steele had been on sabbatical at the time, finishing his latest manuscript, "The Isenheim Altarpiece, Eros or Pathos?"
On the wide, heavy legged Victorian table that occupied the center of the room was a battered
cardbox box, with postage stamps all over it from a place called Balukistan. He had glanced at the object in it only breifly when first arriving this morning and felt it might serve as a conversation piece when the new professor arrived.
He was about to pour a nip of brandy from the decanter on his desk when the intercom buzzed.
"Doctor Steele, Professor Franbust is here to see you....(murmering)...FrandLUST I mean, sorry."
Julian, straightened his tie and settled the wire rims more firmly on his nose, a glance in the mirror showed a man on the far side of fifty, greying hair and beard but all in all a decent looking fellow. Quite distinguished in fact.
He smiled,
"Send her in Francine."
OOC...This is a closed thread for Maid of Marvels and myself.
But wait...stick around, you might learn something about art!
A fire chuckles invitingly in the hearth behind him, casting a warm glow on his large clasped hands and tall, lean backside.
The campus is quiet, students will not be returning until next week. The only reason Doctor Steele is here in fact, is to meet the newest member of his department of fine arts and antiquities, Dr. Rebecca Frandlust. She was hired to replace poor Bernadette Zuckerman, who keeled over with a heart attack while giving a field demonstration of pot shard retreival techniques to her sophomore archaeology class.
Doctor Steele had been on sabbatical at the time, finishing his latest manuscript, "The Isenheim Altarpiece, Eros or Pathos?"
On the wide, heavy legged Victorian table that occupied the center of the room was a battered
cardbox box, with postage stamps all over it from a place called Balukistan. He had glanced at the object in it only breifly when first arriving this morning and felt it might serve as a conversation piece when the new professor arrived.
He was about to pour a nip of brandy from the decanter on his desk when the intercom buzzed.
"Doctor Steele, Professor Franbust is here to see you....(murmering)...FrandLUST I mean, sorry."
Julian, straightened his tie and settled the wire rims more firmly on his nose, a glance in the mirror showed a man on the far side of fifty, greying hair and beard but all in all a decent looking fellow. Quite distinguished in fact.
He smiled,
"Send her in Francine."
OOC...This is a closed thread for Maid of Marvels and myself.
But wait...stick around, you might learn something about art!
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