Group Study 1

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

On the Friday of the week of Class Five, the classmates who chose to gathered back at the classroom for the group study.

The Soft-Hearted Maven and the Brash Devil had come ahead of time, preparing scones with jam and cream again, but also bringing some jasmine tea with some sugar cubes on the side.

She greeted everyone as they entered, and after giving them time to settle and to see if anyone else was coming, she addressed everyone.

"Hello everyone! I hope these past couple of days have been going well for everyone. So as I explained last week, the assignment we did for that class seemed to give us a lot of good practice in communicating via the Correspondence, so I thought we could attempt that again. We don't have to have the rule in place that no one can speak since this is a casual study group, but if you would like to implement that rule on yourself as a challenge and to keep in the spirit of the assignment as we did it in class you can. We still have the supply of notebooks here, so if you need more writing supplies feel free to grab some more."

Comments

[tolpen]

The Mycologist has arrived somewhat early. He had a delivery to this very room, one that he had to wheel in. It is a wooden box - so actually a crate - the size of a cubit yard. Its insides are suspiciously quiet. Rather large letters on the top and one side say DECOMMISSIONED.
In case anyone is feeling like cracking the crate open, a crowbar has also been brought along. It seems to have seen its fair share of use.

"Doctor Rosewood," the Mycologist beams, "and her most lovely companion, because fortune never comes alone."
He offers them both a polite bow and: "As I have promised, I have brought study material. Of course, I do not insist on using it right. I doubt it will spoil, and it hasn't combusted so far, so it hardly will do so now. But, if either of you would be so kind, instruct me where to deposit it. I've promised Doctor Wissenberg to return the trolley at some point today."

[stygean]

Not really late enough to be called late, but not early either, the Scientist stepped in with the goggles already lowered to cover his face. Even with them in the way, it was easy to tell that they were ogling the crate and even more the crowbar. However, they bee-lined towards the Maven instead, mimicking a military salute while his usual frown turned in a perhaps friendly smirk. ‘Sorry for the time, Jane. Devil’ they added, nodding ever so slightly. ‘Hope i didn’t make you wait too much’
He eyed the crate again.
‘Want me to place it somewhere?’