Tales of Visseria: Tricorne [/Thread1]

[Asmodemus]

> Flashback to the last time you were caught not paying attention.

> Or just pay attention and recall what this has to do with the current procedure you're doing right now.

[Woyzeck]

>Fix the mans hand.

[KingTwelveSixteen]

>Stop not paying attention.

[Bropocalypse]

Later, in the office of Dean Marshall Cubridge.


"You wanted to see me, father? What's this about?"


"Does a man need a special occasion to want to see his boy? Come in, sit down!"




"But, unfortunately, there IS something I wanted to speak to you about. I've heard from some members of the faculty that you aren't following through on much of your coursework."


"..."




"You're usually so studious. What has happened?"


"... Well... It's my term paper..."


"Yes?"


"I... Don't even have a thesis yet."


"I see...

That's very disconcerting, boy. If you don't hand in a proper thesis and paper, you'll have to repeat the term."


"Yes... I'm so sorry... But when I compare myself to people like Freida, I just get so intimidated."


"The caveling, hmm?

Don't be sorry. I know you're usually responsible when it comes to this sort of thing, so this must really be bothering you."


"You're not disappointed? Or even angry?"


"Honestly I am a bit, but it won't help solve this problem. We just need to find a way to fix this, eh?"


"But how? I don't have time to write a paper even if I could come up with a thesis immediately!"


"Don't fret, boy..."




"There are ways..."

recall what this has to do with the current procedure you're doing right now.

It has everything to do with what you're doing now, silly! And it also has everything to do with how you ended up doing medicine in a small town rather than in a high-profile hospital in the capital. Your thesis was on the replacement of living flesh using revitalized corpulent tissue! It was based on what you learned in your classes that year from Doctor Fightmaster, but also incorporated your own research. Until then, no one had been able to figure out how to make revived tissue mingle with the bodies of living subjects. You had some good theories going, and you only had to test them.

Anyway, where were you?



A week later and it's the day of the deadline. You stand at your desk, having just put a few finishing touches on your paper. You have a few minutes before you have to leave.

What will you do until then?

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Sorry for the lack of "fun" updates guys, this will be fixed shortly. This particular character is a bit wordier than the others. I'll try to cut back on the exposition.

[Yako]

> Shake one of your snowglobes to ease your nerves.

[Woyzeck]

>Hide paper because it is obvious that it is going to be stolen.

[Bropocalypse]

>Hide paper because it is obvious that it is going to be stolen.

What? Who would want to steal your paper? The notion strikes you as silly. You're probably just a little stressed because of the deadline.

> Shake one of your snowglobes to ease your nerves.

You need to shake away your last-day butterflies. You look at one of your precious SNOW GLOBES.



The whimsical visage of this little human washes away your worries. You've never actually seen snow, but these things are pretty neat.

[KingTwelveSixteen]

>Read some of those yellow notes on the wall.

[Woyzeck]

>Go into your secret room full of your human leather creations.

[Akumu]

I like to imagine that that snowglobe is from Earth and tens of thousands of years old.

Past: Happen

[Asmodemus]

> Rifle through drawers.

[Dfaran]

>Go on, then. Go turn it in!

[Dragon Fogel]

>Be distracted for a few crucial minutes.

[Bropocalypse]

> Rifle through drawers.

Let's see, clothes, clothes... Ah, here it is.



Your flask of Orturbian Scotch.

Alcohol helps cavelings focus- They can go a bit nutty if they go without it long enough.

By law, alcohol isn't allowed in public places like the University, but the faculty understand your needs.

>Read some of those yellow notes on the wall.

These are letters from your pen pal! You take part in the Citizens of Highguard Unity Mail Programme. As such, you and a randomly selected C.H.U.M.M. (Citizens of Highguard Unity Mail Member) write to each other anonymously. It's supposed to foster a sense of camaraderie among the populace.



You take a look at the latest letter.

Hello again!

I would first like to appologize(sic) for my turn of phrase in my previous correspondance(also sic). I was not aware you were actually among the lowest caste in Highguard. It was inappropriate of me to directly relate my experiences to yours. Nevertheless, your status makes your achievements that much more impressive.

It is good to hear that you are well. From what you've told me, I have no doubts that you will be accepted to work at any of Highguard's fine medical centers, despite your standing in society.

As for your friend, I can only say that perhaps he should be less concerned with what others think of him. Had he not stopped to compare your achiements(sic again) to his own, he may not have been so discouraged. Perhaps a repeated term will teach him this lesson.

Sincerely yours.

[HaloKirby9]

Seriously! Hide the damn paper! The voices in your head are telling you to do so!

[Dfaran]

>Take letters from pen pal and stack them in a pile to bring with you. Maybe the words of encouragement from your CHUMM will reassure you and help you keep your composure.

[Yamtaggler]

>Go encourage your friend the Dean's son! He needs your adorable brand of help!

[Woyzeck]

>Hide paper, then go to bed.

[KingTwelveSixteen]

>Accidentally kill yourself in-flashback.

[BewareOfNerd]

>Accidentally kill yourself in-flashback.

TIME PARADOX

[Asmodemus]

Yoland Mairo.

> Look under bed.

[Bropocalypse]

>Go on, then. Go turn it in!

Yeah, that's enough dawdling. Time to go to your final class and turn in your PAPER.

You take it.





Just as you reach for the knob, someone knocks on the door.



"Good day, citizen. Mind if we come in?"

[Dragon Fogel]

"Fine, but I'm going to need a signed note from one of you to explain the delay if this means my term paper is late."

[Yamtaggler]

>"Actually, Officers, this is a really bad time. I need to go turn in my Term Paper. If you could wait for a few minutes, I'll be right back!"

[Asmodemus]

> Of course, there isn't any problems here, you have permission for the alcohol you have after all.