Idle Errands

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Dressed in a fresh set of black slacks and black jacket, bag over one shoulder, Spider let himself into the teacher's lounge. Placing a large tray of somewhat suspect looking sushi on a convenient counter, he made his way to the faculty mail slots.

"Let's see here... gotta be someone who can give me a hand." He looked at each one, muttering quietly under his breath. "Gandalf... Abe no Seimei... Dream... Death?" He paused there for a moment. "No. Psychologists are always bad news."

Fishing around in his pockets, he produced a pen and paper, scribbling a quick note and sliding it into Abe no Seimei's box. "We'll start with him. Seems his kind of thing anyway."

Spider snagged some of the sushi and settled into one of the over-stuffed chairs, propping his heels on the low table and opening his laptop. "Now let's see what other trouble we can get into."

I don't think anyone noticed.

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Slartibartfast sidles into the lounge, eyes darting this way and that. He looks at the carpet near his favourite chair -- it's quite clean. He goes to sit down, winces, fishes around inside his clothing and brings forth a cricket ball from a back pocket. He throws it across the room with startling accuracy, where it is fielded neatly by a battered England cap resting in his pigeonhole. Something catches his eye, and he wanders over to the pigeonholes, where he finds a couple of pieces of paper, each bearing the same handwriting. Replacing them, he mutters to himself under his breath ...

Cheese. Yes. Cheese, cheese, cheese.

... and he wanders out, heading for the library