In which people get stuck
Sep. 9th, 2009 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blindingtrustPart of the next week was spent not thinking about Eliza Moriarty. Ivy instead found herself getting to know people who claimed to know the late department head. She was good at noting that most people who hung out in the department were students and staff.
She also was good at not just paying attention to scuttlebutt. In her talks with others she came to the same line of thought that she was sure others had. The Professor was universally liked as a teacher and as a department head. The school would miss someone like him greatly.
That was when she heard about him being involved in the big clock tower that was built on campus a few years ago. There were stories that some people hadn't want it built for some reason. She was going to figure that out since that made no sense at all, it was a great looking building she had been told.
It also helped that the bells could be heard all over campus. She heard in the main room of the tower that there were some bricks dedicated to the people involved in the project. Getting the names would be handy so she decided to go pay a visit. Getting more information would be very handy.
Of course nothing ever really goes right.
She found out that she would have to wait until that night to go visit. As of right now there were just too many people on campus and she didn't want to get interrupted while gathering information. So she spent most of the day studying and on occasion found herself helping out a few underclass men who were puzzled over different things.
It was late by the time she was able to get in the clock tower. She ended up going up sevral flights of stairs until she was near the very top. Out came a tape recorder as she prepared to read off the names on who helped build the clock tower.
"We have of course Professor Moriarty. There's also his wife Grace. From the board of directors we have William Grave, Harold Forest, and Jeremy Cutter," Ivy spoke out loud as she ran her fingers over the bricks reading off the names.
Ivy paused and thought she heard someone when the door slammed shut. Ivy moved to try and tug it open and frowned. What the hell. She decided to go back to work. She had a few more minutes before the bells would go off. They were in the same area of the clock tower and she really didn't want to be here when that happened.
She continued to read off the names. Good she had them all and could shut off the tape recorder. She went to get the door.
It really wasn't stuck. Ivy tugged on it sharply and struggled with it. Three minutes and the bells would ring. God she did not want to be here when that happened.
So she moved to see if there was another door. A maintenance door or something. No such luck though. Ivy ended p sitting down and grumbling. She has no idea how to get out of this. She checks her pockets hoping maybe she has her cell phone on her, alas no such luck.
She hates her luck right now.
She also was good at not just paying attention to scuttlebutt. In her talks with others she came to the same line of thought that she was sure others had. The Professor was universally liked as a teacher and as a department head. The school would miss someone like him greatly.
That was when she heard about him being involved in the big clock tower that was built on campus a few years ago. There were stories that some people hadn't want it built for some reason. She was going to figure that out since that made no sense at all, it was a great looking building she had been told.
It also helped that the bells could be heard all over campus. She heard in the main room of the tower that there were some bricks dedicated to the people involved in the project. Getting the names would be handy so she decided to go pay a visit. Getting more information would be very handy.
Of course nothing ever really goes right.
She found out that she would have to wait until that night to go visit. As of right now there were just too many people on campus and she didn't want to get interrupted while gathering information. So she spent most of the day studying and on occasion found herself helping out a few underclass men who were puzzled over different things.
It was late by the time she was able to get in the clock tower. She ended up going up sevral flights of stairs until she was near the very top. Out came a tape recorder as she prepared to read off the names on who helped build the clock tower.
"We have of course Professor Moriarty. There's also his wife Grace. From the board of directors we have William Grave, Harold Forest, and Jeremy Cutter," Ivy spoke out loud as she ran her fingers over the bricks reading off the names.
Ivy paused and thought she heard someone when the door slammed shut. Ivy moved to try and tug it open and frowned. What the hell. She decided to go back to work. She had a few more minutes before the bells would go off. They were in the same area of the clock tower and she really didn't want to be here when that happened.
She continued to read off the names. Good she had them all and could shut off the tape recorder. She went to get the door.
It really wasn't stuck. Ivy tugged on it sharply and struggled with it. Three minutes and the bells would ring. God she did not want to be here when that happened.
So she moved to see if there was another door. A maintenance door or something. No such luck though. Ivy ended p sitting down and grumbling. She has no idea how to get out of this. She checks her pockets hoping maybe she has her cell phone on her, alas no such luck.
She hates her luck right now.
