Now, no one could accuse the (Aspiring) Anachronistic Tailor of being late to their first day of class--this would as a matter of fact be untrue. They were not the type of person to be tardy, not for work nor for social gatherings, and indeed tended to be frightfully early when it wasn't considered rude (and even in some cases when it was).
This was less out of etiquette, and presumably more out of an urge to study others from a vantage point they would have had the time to locate before the arrival of the to-be-studied. One could learn a lot about individuals from watching when they arrived to scheduled events, and how those individuals acted at those times whether they were early, punctual, or scandalously late. But ignoring this reasoning, to watch and gather information, was the sorry fact that the Tailor was terribly impatient.
So they should have been early, in fact they should have been early by at least twenty minutes; more than enough time to choose a seat and study the length of the 'classroom' and the flowers and card before anyone was the wiser, before a single other student arrived to be considered early--and in fact the Tailor was early when they arrived at the place they believed they had been pointed to by the cryptic guidance. They'd taken in the information given, worked with the information they already had, and given their background, it was not hard to see where the confusion had come in.
Oh, yes, it was the dome. They'd simply made the error of believing class was to be on the dome, and not in it.
Excruciatingly embarrassing, if anyone had seen this display. As it was, maybe a bat or two heard the snarl of frustration when the Tailor had finally finished scaling the height of the building, looked at the dome top distinctly not arranged for a classroom setting, looked at their sketched copy of the Benthic architecture, and turned on their heel to slide back off the roof and clamber back down to and through the window they'd opened to climb up to begin with.
When the Tailor finally did find the 'classroom' in question, it was with three minutes (and some seconds to spare) before the scheduled beginning of class. Flush was high in their cheeks, though whether it was from exertion or embarrassment or anger was hard to be certain, and anyway it was already fading quickly as they quietly found an open seat in the final row, not quite next to the back door, but close. (Rather far from the chalk boards, and yet still enough to hear, of course, the ensuing discussion, but with the volume it would be at, that was not exactly a difficult feat for anyone in attendance.) They slung their bag over the chair and then pulled off their jacket and draped it over the back of the chair and the strap of the bag. Now in just their shirtsleeves and waistcoat, the unfortunate 'student' dropped somewhat heavily into their seat and with one hand dug into the bag to pull out a small leatherbound book only barely larger than their hand and a stub of pencil.
Class had not yet begun, and yet, with only minutes before the scheduled lecture was to begin, the Tailor was already scanning the room and its occupants, and taking notes.
OOC: I am going to try not to write something long like this again. someone just had to go make a fool of themself as an opener
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-10 05:03 pm (UTC)This was less out of etiquette, and presumably more out of an urge to study others from a vantage point they would have had the time to locate before the arrival of the to-be-studied. One could learn a lot about individuals from watching when they arrived to scheduled events, and how those individuals acted at those times whether they were early, punctual, or scandalously late. But ignoring this reasoning, to watch and gather information, was the sorry fact that the Tailor was terribly impatient.
So they should have been early, in fact they should have been early by at least twenty minutes; more than enough time to choose a seat and study the length of the 'classroom' and the flowers and card before anyone was the wiser, before a single other student arrived to be considered early--and in fact the Tailor was early when they arrived at the place they believed they had been pointed to by the cryptic guidance. They'd taken in the information given, worked with the information they already had, and given their background, it was not hard to see where the confusion had come in.
Oh, yes, it was the dome. They'd simply made the error of believing class was to be on the dome, and not in it.
Excruciatingly embarrassing, if anyone had seen this display. As it was, maybe a bat or two heard the snarl of frustration when the Tailor had finally finished scaling the height of the building, looked at the dome top distinctly not arranged for a classroom setting, looked at their sketched copy of the Benthic architecture, and turned on their heel to slide back off the roof and clamber back down to and through the window they'd opened to climb up to begin with.
When the Tailor finally did find the 'classroom' in question, it was with three minutes (and some seconds to spare) before the scheduled beginning of class. Flush was high in their cheeks, though whether it was from exertion or embarrassment or anger was hard to be certain, and anyway it was already fading quickly as they quietly found an open seat in the final row, not quite next to the back door, but close. (Rather far from the chalk boards, and yet still enough to hear, of course, the ensuing discussion, but with the volume it would be at, that was not exactly a difficult feat for anyone in attendance.) They slung their bag over the chair and then pulled off their jacket and draped it over the back of the chair and the strap of the bag. Now in just their shirtsleeves and waistcoat, the unfortunate 'student' dropped somewhat heavily into their seat and with one hand dug into the bag to pull out a small leatherbound book only barely larger than their hand and a stub of pencil.
Class had not yet begun, and yet, with only minutes before the scheduled lecture was to begin, the Tailor was already scanning the room and its occupants, and taking notes.
OOC: I am going to try not to write something long like this again. someone just had to go make a fool of themself as an opener