The Manor

[PoliteSuccubus]

The halls of Wentworth College were filled with scraps of paper. Paper notices on the walls, paper over flowing trans bins, notes jotted down, exchanged, dropped on the floor. Alexander Hall was no different. It housed the departments of History, Anthropology, Literature, and Philosophy. Perhaps, given the fields of study, it had more scraps than the others.

On a nice neon lime flyer, posted on each of the overflowing bulletin boards, was a work notice:

Summer Work for Elective Credit!
Miles Davis of the history department will hire a few students interested in working on an estate over the summer cataloging antiques.
Earn Money! Study Hands On! Room and Board Included!
PLUS: 1.0 Elective Credit for Antiques Study.
Must pass a drug test, passed 300 level anthropology or history level courses and be bondable.
Applications available at the History Department Office, meet and greet at 10am Saturday in room AH106.​

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliot snatched a copy of the bulletin with a yelp of joy. He rushed right to Professor Davis's office in the hopes that he could sign up first. "The brave knight searches the castle for antiqueties. Orcrist, Glamdring, the One Ring..." He looked up to find the Professors door looming in front of him, closed.

He swallowed hard, the Professor intimidated him, but he was determined to make his morale roll, and he was sure he must have used at least five force points just to bump the result up enough to pass. He knocked at the door.

 

[DeceptiveEdge]

Oliver arched a brow as his sky-blue eyes scanned over the flagrantly neon lime colored scrap of parchment. Slowly reading over the words, he ticked off checkmarks in his head, making sure he could actually qualify to be chosen before he removed the notice from the bulletin board. His lithe digits began to fold the piece of paper and tuck it into the back pocket of his slim-fitting, designer jeans. Once securely tucked down, he slung his beat-up back pack over his shoulder and headed in the direction of the History Department.

"This should be interesting.." He mused quietly under his breath, his flip flops clapping and echoing down the mostly deserted hallways.

Oli had met the Professor a few times, seeing as how he spent most of his free time in this little building, researching old European countries and rituals. He turned a corner and then made a direct left into the main waiting room of the History Department, office doors spreading out down two branching hallways.

Oli found himself second in line behind a skinny, brown haired kid whom he'd seen once or twice wandering to a class in the building. He let out a yawn and leaned against the assistant's desk as his left hand idly scratched over his abdomen through his father's old Rolling Stones t-shirt.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Maggie, frizzy haired and drably dressed, saw the students lining up and looked annoyed. "If you are waiting for Professor Miles, he's in class. Do you need to drop something off?"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dan Daugherty walked into the history department, having gone back to his room to change into something more presentable. He got in line behind a guy in a Stones t-shirt just in time to hear a drably dressed woman announcing that Professor Davis was in class. Dammit Dan said to himself. "When will he be back?"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

She flipped through her appointment book. "That'll be Saturday, at 10, but not in the office. He's doing something out of class, though he may stop at the office first." She paused and looked at the three of them and then a slow and knowing smile crept across her face. "Your here about the job posting. How funny."

She held up a stack of forms. "If you genius' need an application, here, you can fill them out as per the instructions on the flier. Then he'll call the ones he wants to interview on Saturday and the drug test."

 

[Brains123]

Rick haveing stopped by the history department to do alittle research spots the flyer. The way it hung or something caught his eye, or maybe it was the murmor of talk he had been hearing from a nearby group of girls. They talked about the flier with a flurry of excitement and anything that can get a cutie excited Rick wanted to be a part of it.

Grabbig one of the many fliers he reads it slowly before shoveing it into his bag and heading off down the hall. Easily spotting the forming line in front of the professors door he shakes his head and swears softly. Obviously not the first one into line he takes his spot just as a women emerges carrying a stack of applications.


"If you genius' need an application, here, you can fill them out as per the instructions on the flier. Then he'll call the ones he wants to interview on Saturday and the drug test."

Rick groans as the women announces that saturday was going to be the interview day. Yet another saturday where he couldent weightlift or get drunk with friends....hope beer dosent show up. He takes an application and sighs again as he turns to the others.

"Anyone got a pen?"

 

[DeceptiveEdge]

Oli glanced over his shoulder at the History Department secretary, frowning as she spoke. He was inclined to mention something about how dreadful her hair looked, or how her dressings could use some sprucing up, but he just shook his head.

"Bollocks," he muttered, turning to fully look at her, "the flier merely stated that applications would be located at the History Department Office. Seeing as how all of the Professors of History have their offices located here, our scholarly brains naturally guessed it was Professor Miles office that we would need to find in order to get our applications."

He glanced over at the man who had arrived behind him before turning his attention back to the assistant. He frowned and slipped an application off of the top of the stack, handing it over to the man who'd arrived before him. He grabbed an application for himself before turning and heading out into the hall. As he passed the last of the students who showed up, he tossed a pen up in his direction.

"There you go.." He nodded politely before passing him. "Keep it.."

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

The woman sniffed. "Really." She muttered to herself, glancing at a copy. "How much more plain can it be, it says History Department Office, not Professor's Office."

She set up some clipboards and pens for any other students.

 

[DeceptiveEdge]

Oli slid his backside onto one of the benches scattered throughout the hallways before withdrawing a binder from his backpack. He laid the application down upon the hard surface and began to fill in the questions asked. After he had finished, he looked down over the application, making sure everything was filled in correctly.

"Name, date, age, qualifying courses, major." He whispered to himself, tapping his pen beside each question and reading the answer.

With a little nod, he tucked his binder back into its place and stood, heading back into the office to see if the others had finished their applications yet or if they were still busy scribbling in the required fields.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dan wordlessly accepted the application and quickly filled it out, handing to the secretary and walking past the guy in the stones shirt. "Im going to the bar," he said to himself, lighting a cigarette as he walked outside. "I know he'll call me, my resume is quite impressive." he said to himself, as he headed off to the small bar near campus.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Th-thank you." Elliot said with a stutter as Oli handed him a copy of the coveted aplication. He rushed over to the secretary with lowered eyes. "S-sorry Miss Maggie, in my excitement to sign up, I f-failed to r-read the f-fine print."

Elliot skittered off again to a seat by himself and quickly filled out the aplication, it was simliar to a D20 character sheet, he thought, all it was missing was a place for ability scores and saving throw modifiers.

He hopped up from his seat, and looked about for where to turn it in. "And the young adventurer petitions for initiation into the Order of the Phoenix..." He says to himself as he turns his aplication in.

 

[DeceptiveEdge]

Oli glanced at the skinny kid, smirking as he listened to him speak to the secretary. Order of the Phoenix.. Wasn't that in some Harry Potter book or something? He mused to himself, still smiling. He moved over to the assistant's desk and handed her his filled out application.

"Pardon me if anything I said offended you," He shrugged, giving her a casual half-smile, "I merely borderline on sarcasm and snobbery when semi-vague instructions are laid out for me."

He turned and headed out into the hallway, his flip flops clapping as he moved down the stairs and out the main doors. As soon as he exitted the building he withdrew a pack of Malboro Reds from his backpack, placing one between his lips and flicking his lighter on. Taking a deep inhale, he pulled the smoke into his lungs and then exhaled. The cloud of smoke floated up and away from him as he headed in the direction of the closest bar near campus, Connor's.

 

[Brains123]

Catching the pen he nods his thanks and raises the application. Glanceing at the list of questons he groans again. Well doesent look like i'm getting into this thing. He props the application against the wall and starts to fill it out. Lieing in a few spots he makes sure to include his ability in engineering. Done in just a few minutes he hands the application in and heads back to the dorms.

His fellow frat members had assembled a keg party and elected him for a keg stand compatition. Withen twenty minutes Rick is stumbling his competitor lays face first in his own puke. Clapping his buddy on the back all thoughts of the application drift from his mind as someone hands him a beer.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Dan walked into Connor's and took his usual seat at the bar. "The usual sweetheart?" Lisa, the plump friendly middleaged bartender said. "You know it," dan said smiling as he lit another basic red, a cold frothy pint of stout appering in front of him. he took a long drag on his smoke and longer sip of his beer. "I know i'll get picked, i just know it."

 

[Elektrisk]

Ciara stomped out of the class on early human settlements in southern Europe, it wasn't that she was upset at the class, she had been stomping all week. Usually the sunniest and friendliest girl around, this, for her unusual mood needed an explanation. She had been abandoned for the summer, it irked her heavily. Her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had dumped her becuase he rather wanted to go to Europe with some dimwit friends then to stay around with her who at the moment were poor as a church rat. She had no time for extra work during the semesters and her parents had done enough to pay her trough college, she couldn't ask for more.

She made her over the grounds to the history department to see what the hold up was with her latest essay, she hadn't gotten it back yet from the professor and she was curios by nature. Passing a smoking man on smoking away happily and getting one of those twinges of nicotine desire that she hadn't given in to for years she headed up to the offices. Outside one she saw a short line of students, she looked in and asked a nearby guy. "Whats all this?". He looked up and pointed at the flyer on the wall. She read it and smiled. This was finally the solution to her money problem, things were looking up as she went in and got herself a copy of the application.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Miles called into the office and was told by Maggie that a group of students were lining up at his door for applications. "Good, good, I was afraid I'd put them up too late to get anyone before the end of the semster!" He said, happily. "Now, if they can just pass a drug test and be bondable we'll be all set!"

He ran his little business on the side and rarely got big commissions like the one he had now for the Northwood Estate. Apparently the old lady was feeling the bite of old age and wanted the whole house's re-appraised before writing her will. He charged 25K for the job, and a portion of that trickled down to the students he used for the grunt work.

"Be a dear, Maggie and sort through the ones who are obviously not qualified and leave the rest in my box, will you?"

 

[DeceptiveEdge]

Oli snubbed the cigarette out in a nearby bin and continued on his way to Connor's. In less than five minutes he found himself inside the building and sitting at the far end of the bar from the door, almost in shadows, since he preferred to keep to himself, at least for a while. He ordered a double whiskey and handed the bartender his well-payed for fake, smiling politely as she handed it back.

He really wasn't worried about anything from the application process, he was just anxious to get off of campus and into that big, old, antique-filled manor. He smiled again as the 'tender brought him his drink, wrapping his fingers around the chilled glass before raising it to his lips, sipping on it slowly, enjoying the warmth.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Whats all this?" A girl asked Elliot as he was just about to leave. He lifted his head and was struck mute, only able to point toward the bulletin. She went over to it, leaving him where he stood.

From where he stood, rooted in place, Elliot saw her in profile as she smiled over the bulletin. He drew his text books up to his chest, then under his chin, then up to hide the smile that had sprouted on his own lips. "Her smile was like autumn twilight..." Elliot muttered to himself as he continued to watch her.

When she was done, she turned to go and grab a copy of the aplication. Elliot yelped when she turned, and quickly rushed out of the room. Elliot wasn't good with girls...

 

[Elektrisk]

Ciara sat down on a chair outside the office, supporting the application on a heavy book in her lap. She bit her lower lip and scratched her forehead for a second, now doubting her own spontainious idea. "I wonder what happend to that boy..." she mumbled to herself as she picked up a sketchbook he had dropped when he had hurried away.. "did I say something stupid". She opened a pocket mirror to see if anything in her face had repulsed him but she had nothing grose between her somewhat large front teeth and her hair looked allright, hanging in a pony tail behind her.

She focused back to the application and started filling it out again with more speed than accuracy.

 

[Ravenloft]

Half way down the hall, Elliot realized that he had dropped his sketch book, the one he doodled in every free chance he got. Mostly just chibi versions of role playing monsters. The complete spectrum of chromatic dragons were in there, a lich, nymph, dryad, and the cutest minotaur, all in chibi style. "Oh... No..." Elliot went pale as he looked back at the door he just came through. "If she sees that... Oh no..."

He walked back toward the room, stiffly, as though being pushed along by an unseen servant. He peeked into the room, the door giving a loud creek as he did. The few people still there looked up at him as he balked and ducked back, out of sight when the girl looked up, but not before spotting his sketch book on the table next to her.

He took a deep breath before zipping through the door, it only gave a short squeek this time, but it was enough to draw everyones attention again. He rushed over toward the girl who had his sketch book and stood off to one side of her, clutching his books to his chest white knuckled. "I dropped my sketch book..." He blurted, red faced.

 

[Elektrisk]

Ciara flashed a friendly smile of her white teeth at the boy. "You're a quick one.." She bunched up the application pappers infront of her and stood up, pressing her book from last class and the pappers to her chest. A few strands of her red bangs framing her face fell infront of her eyes and she quickly blew them back with a little semi-annoyed face. "Are your drawings any good?.. I didn't look... but the doodles on the outside are pretty... Have you been signing up for the summer thing too?" She tilted her head and waited for some answers from the obviously flustered young man.

 

[Ravenloft]

Elliot stood, transfixed as the girl stood and talked to him, actually talked to him. She asked him a couple questions, but it took a minute or two for them to register in his mind. "G-good, I mean, they are good, sort of anime... Ch-Chibi style... Y-yes, I signed up for the adventure... Er, I mean the summer thing." Elliot turned even redder than he had been, and, mortified by how stupid he must have sounded to her, turned and rushed away again, once he had his sketch book back. He fumbled it three times on his way out the door.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Phone calls were made, reminders to bring proof of id and enrollment forms to the classroom on Saturday for a presentation of the job and further documents were noted, and the last few days of the current term ended.

Room AH106 was a lecture room, with a small stage and rows of seats, and normally would be used for larger classes in the 100 level, since they tended to be packed with freshmen who needed to get a requirement out of the way such as Intro to Lit. A screen dropped down from the ceiling and there were whiteboards on either side for notes.

Miles Davis was setting up the slide projector when the students started tumbling in. On the white board was written : SIT IN FRONT, TAKE AND FILL OUT FORMS PACKET.

"Come down in front, everyone, no need to be shy, and I don't feel like yelling up to the cheap seats." He grinned.

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[Ravenloft]

Elliot did as the board and professor instructed. He filled out the forms as he waited for the professor to begin. "Hmm, he reminds me of David Thewlis..." Elliot thought as he looked up with excitement.