The Socialite didn't notice the innuendo, shaking their head. "No, no, if you missed anything. I most certainly cleaned it up. Not that they would think wrong of it. We are rather open to that sort of thing." Ah, a second accidental innuendo from the opposite end.
The notes on one page seemed to be lyrics to a song the Professor may not have heard. Something of a Mountain, a Garden, a King, a Light, death. Certain phrases were underlined, with notes pointing to them asking their meanings and theorizing their locations. On another page, there were notes about the Elder Continent, scratching in page numbers for certain aspects of lore, details, location, effect. Something about a sock, a King of Polythreme, the Manager, even his own wife and her urchins. The notes were everywhere on the page, all linking to each other, almost manic.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-07-16 12:16 am (UTC)The notes on one page seemed to be lyrics to a song the Professor may not have heard. Something of a Mountain, a Garden, a King, a Light, death. Certain phrases were underlined, with notes pointing to them asking their meanings and theorizing their locations. On another page, there were notes about the Elder Continent, scratching in page numbers for certain aspects of lore, details, location, effect. Something about a sock, a King of Polythreme, the Manager, even his own wife and her urchins. The notes were everywhere on the page, all linking to each other, almost manic.