Professor Randolph Lyall (
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Portal Malfunction [Jauntside, shortly after Jaunt start]
Ah. Um. Lyall here, infiltrating as the biology professor here, but I'm also myself. If anyone has any questions about this place, as I am also a local, I can do my best to answer them. The biggest thing I suppose is that there's magic here, and the fae folk. Don't call them that, they get touchy.
Also, I need to ask, is anyone else having trouble opening a portal to liminal space? I, er, I can't seem to get in.
[If this were not text, it would be obvious just how alarmed and nervous he is by this.]
If anyone would be so kind as to stop by my classroom and see if I can use their portal, I would greatly appreciate it.
Also, I need to ask, is anyone else having trouble opening a portal to liminal space? I, er, I can't seem to get in.
[If this were not text, it would be obvious just how alarmed and nervous he is by this.]
If anyone would be so kind as to stop by my classroom and see if I can use their portal, I would greatly appreciate it.
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[That's a relief. He's not sure who else of the pack is still here, himself.]
The science hall, third building, between the chemistry and engineering labs. The door is open.
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[As he's sending the message through the network, he's turning his steps toward the science building, after a quick scan of his surroundings. Later he'll get a better lay of the land, but right now making contact with his lover seems the more important option.]
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[His door is open, so if Nigel would like to follow the scent, he's easy to find.]
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There you are. It's been a bit since we could be ourselves together, what.
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I'm technically not myself, so don't go doing anything that will ruin this fellow's reputation.
[Says the man leaning on him just inside his classroom door, visible to all from the hallway.]
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[He wraps his arms around Lyall's waist, kissing the top of his head.] Shall we just say I'm your long-distance lover, come all the way from England to finally propose after years spent in passionate correspondence?
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[But he's enjoying the embrace, even if he does stretch out a foot to close the classroom door, at least, for that much privacy.]
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[Keep those up, he's entirely happy to be pampered a little for the moment.]
I don't know what I'm going to do for the full moon, Nigel. I have a cell here, but....
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