MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip.   Posted by The Headmaster.Group: 0
The Headmaster
 GM, 29 posts
 Narrator
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 02:48
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip


   MacCormick Hall is the unofficial area where Members and Explorers meet and talk about the issues of the Day. Anyone, from Students to Faculty to Members and guests are welcome to speak here about whatever may concern them. The Rules a slightly more relaxed here than in the rest of the University, but all are bound by the University's Code of Conduct.

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Reginald Coulson
 NPC, 5 posts
 Professor Emeritus
 Forbidden Sea member
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 18:53
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
    A well-dressed Avalon gentleman enters the Hall where several members of the University are gathered. His brown hair is cut short, and a pair of spectacles rest on the bridge of his nose as he looks over them to the gathered assembly with a slight upwards curve of his moustache at either end. He uttered a slight cough before he spoke, then spoke with an Avalonian lilt to his voice as well as a slight rolling of his 'rrr' in his words.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to MacCormick Hall. This particularr part of the University is for the frree exchange of ideas and conversation amongst the Members, Guests and students. You're frree to discuss as you will, bearing in mind the Society's rrules of conduct, and are encouraged to speak as freely as you like. I know that there are many things in the world that trouble us all and that discussing them may provide a measure of rrelief as well as to 'clearr the airr'.

   "For those of you new to the University, I bid you a warrm welcome. My name is Reginald Coulson and I am Professorr Emeritus here. If you have any questions or concerns, the Headmaster has asked me to assist in any way I can. You'll get a fairr and impartial hearring from me, you have my word.

   "But if you'll excuse me, a Professor's worrk is never done."
He bowed slightly, then turned to leave the room.

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Paula Isonzo
 PC, 8 posts
 Talks a lot. Sings a lot.
 Does a lot. Annoying too.
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 19:26
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
Paula listened with respect as Professor Coulson gave his introduction, and in an interesting accent.

When he left she looked around to see what impression he might have made upon the others present. Deciding to try out that accent herself, she pronounced as many of the words that she could remember from memory... out loud, of course, but not too loud.

<Avalon> "Frree, rrules, clearr, warrm, professorr, worrk, ..."

She thought that she was doing pretty well!

Paula Isonzo rolled 34 using 5d10, keeping the 4 highest rolls, rerrolling max with rrolls of 2,1,(10+8)18,5,9.  Perception: hearring.

OOC: should we use more or fewer die rolls?

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Abigail Moffat
 NPC, 1 post
 Rivals Scholar
 Avalon
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 20:45
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
   At the Professor's cough, the rest of the room's conversation slowed to a stop. Coulson was a respected member of the University, who'd been on many digs and had more than a few adventures, even sailing on a Brotherhood of the Coast vessel for a short while. Many of the students of the University (along with some members and guests) would flock to the Library where the Professor would talk about his voyages and adventures to the rapt attention to the assembled.

  Abigail Moffat was one of those people. The redheaded woman sat near the end of one of the tables and had been in the midst of a book when Professor Coulson had entered, and her green eyes shone as she awaited the man's words. Moffat had been Coulson's understudy until her graduation a year previous, and there were whispered rumours that she'd developed feelings for the older gentleman. Proof of this was the glasses she wore - they were styled very close to what Coulson wore himself.

  The Hall was silent as the Professor spoke and Moffat listened intently to the words. She'd heard the speech before and knew it was for the benefit of the newer Society members, but the way he spoke sounded like music to the young woman's ears. She smiled as the Professor concluded his speech and left the room, the others returning to their own affairs and the Hall was soon abuzz with conversation.

  She looked around the room casually, looking through the lenses of her glasses, as opposed to Coulson's looking over them. She looked the part of the bespectacled student, where the Professor looked very much the part of a studied Academician. Noting nothing of particular interest, she returned to what she was reading...

14:38, Today: Abigail Moffat rolled 12 using 3d10, rerolling max ((1,2,9)).

OOC: Use die rolls as you may feel necessary. You don't have to roll for the small things - I assume everyone's reasonably competent enough to not need rolls for everything - but if I call for a roll, I'll let you know - It'll be important, trust me.  :)
Lady Aideen Kavanaugh
 PC, 8 posts
 I can do it!
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 21:19
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
Another studious redhead at the other end of the hall took in the expanse of the room.  Clad in a long brown digger's coat, linen blouse and dark brown breeches, MacCormick Hall struck her at once as being both very similar and yet very different than the staid halls of Burke University.

<Av>"...my word...!"  Lady Aideen murmured, face breaking into a small grin as she admired her surroundings.  Perhaps one day she too would have the reputation of Professor Coulson.  For now though, she appreciated the chance she had been given with the Society.
Professor Alton Sinclair
 PC, 3 posts
 I have an idea...
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 21:53
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
<Ve> "What I am saying is that the Syrneth operated on a much higher realm of consciousness than we do, and by trying to jam our preconceived notions, we are limiting our knowledge."  The middle-aged professor spoke rapidly and slurred his vowels. "We should be trying to broaden our minds to think as they thought.  Instead, Professor Rammstein keeps thinking of nothing but weapons.  In his mind, nothing exists if not for war- therefore, any artifact must have a purpose only for battle."  Thinking about the Eisen teacher, Professor Sinclair made a mental note to return Professor Rammstein's notes soon- ideally, before Professor Rammstein realized he had left them behind in the library.  "In fact, we..."

Professor Sinclair noticed the room quieting as Professor Coulson spoke.  Coulson's accomplishments were stellar, and Sinclair had read several of his published writings.  His presence here indicated that there were significant things afoot at MacCormick Hall.
John Scathlock
 PC, 13 posts
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 22:10
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
Listening in unobtrusively to Professor Sinclair's discussion was a tall, immaculately-dressed man. Knowing that the stop in Sinclair's discussion might mean it wouldn't start up again, he gave a simple, encouraging '<ven>Indeed, sir." with the hopes that he would not lose his place, and begin to once again engage the student he'd been speaking to. The professor, of course, had plenty of knowledge to impart.

But the sight of a new arrival made the taller man turn his head slightly, and, with a very slight inclination to Sinclair that said, 'I must attend to other things', he made his way over to Lady Kavanaugh.

"<av>Excuse me, miss." Again, his voice was soft, and his manner friendly. "Is there anyone or anything you need assistance finding?"
Lady Aideen Kavanaugh
 PC, 10 posts
 I can do it!
Wed 19 Apr 2017
at 23:31
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
<Av>"Er, not at this time, sir, but thank you,"  Aideen blinked, startled from her daydreaming.  She gave a lopsided smile towards the tall man.  "I'm still getting used to my surroundings for now.  You are...?"
Yvette du Rochelle
 PC, 3 posts
 Ex-Musketeer
Thu 20 Apr 2017
at 00:45
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
How was it that there was nowhere in this library to sleep?

Yvette had needed a place to recover from her most recent expedition into the bars and ale houses along the riverbank in search of a single decent bottle of wine anywhere in the city. And though so far the search had proved ironically fruitless, dammit, she was determined. But today her only evidence of progress was a headache and a distinct lightness in her pockets.

Bridge of her nose pinched between thumb and forefinger, Yvette slumped her way into the first available chair from her previous position hidden behind one of the stacks. Greeting her fellow researchers with a grumbling sigh, were they close enough to be greeted. Her meaning shockingly clear, despite the utter absence of words. She was displeased with all of this, but had given up on preventing any of it even before trying.

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The Headmaster
 GM, 38 posts
 Narrator
Thu 20 Apr 2017
at 04:57
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
   From somewhere in the University, a bell could be heard to ring. This was the 'Veltkamp Carillon', a bell that had been recovered by the Society many years previous by none other than Sean MacCormick himself. The peal of the Bell was never considered loud by anyone who heard it, but it was enough to carry its sound throughout the City.

   A short while later, the scuffling of shoes could be heard through the University, as students exited from their classes and began to make their way through the halls. One thing that they all shared was a burgundy jacket that was given to a student upon their acceptance into the University. It was part of uniform students wore while they studied, and consisted of a jacket, a dark pair of pants/a skirt that ended just above the knee, a vest (or sweater, if the wear was cold) and a white shirt whose collar was shown outside the sweater, or inside the vest. Over the right breast was a pocket with the seal of the Explorer's Society on it embroidered in a gold colour. On the opposite side was a pocket that was bare, or carried a patch that denoted which of the dormitory "Houses" the person was dedicated to. Each house was named after a Syrneth Race, each one having its own customs and traditions.

  A few students made their way into the Hall, most of them in their late teens, most likely those that were going to graduate just before the latter Feast Day of Quintus. The boys were all from the House of the Drachen, their sigil that of a  Drachen rampant, and all of them were speaking in their native Eisen, occasionally lapsing into an accented Avalon. Most of their conversation revolved around a gathering that was going to be held that night, and most of them had been 'volunteered' to help with the setup in one of the large Conference Rooms. It was an "Open house" that the Society did 3 times a year, to show off just what the Explorers were all about. It was here that many of Society's Nobility visited and people 'schmoozed', and donations were made to help fund expeditions to places like the Midnight Isles. It was also at one of these "Open Houses" where new students were welcomed into the fold, in preparation for their actual admittance later on in the fall, during the month of Septimus. Most of the Drachen students were excited at the prospect of meeting many of the Nobles, especially noteworthy was their talk about one of the Queen's Knights being able to attend...

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Gabriela Aldana de Orduno
 PC, 6 posts
Thu 20 Apr 2017
at 06:28
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
Gabriela frowned slightly at the interruption of the Drachen students. Of course, they were eager to be here, but couldn't they be quieter?

She drifted from conversation to conversation. Gabriela wore what were ostensibly the simple brown wool robes of a Vaticine Church scholar, but a Castillian noble couldn't wear just any robes. Fashioned of the finest wool they fit her as well as any gown, and their color was a stark contrast to the usual brilliant Castillian plumage. In her own way, she stood our just as dramatically as the woman she was understudying. A small Prophet's Cross hung from her neck.

<av>"Greetings, Lady Kavanaugh", she introduced herself, "I'm your understudy, Gabriela Aldana de Orduņo from Castille."

The last part was superfluous: if her name wasn't enough to reveal her nationality, the way she spoke Avalon with a Castillian accent would do so, or the way she pronounced 'Castille' more like 'Cas-tee-yo'.

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John Scathlock
 PC, 15 posts
Thu 20 Apr 2017
at 14:25
MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
At the mention of Lady Kavanaugh's name, the tall man gave a very slight bow and a genuine, if polite, smile. "<av>John Scathlock. Formerly of Alistair MacHeath's employ, currently employed by the society ... apparently as your Homme Redi. And in so, I am at your disposal."

OOC: For those 'in the know' of society matters, Alistair MacHeath was a patron of the Explorers who mysteriously vanished a few months ago. He is, by many, presumed dead.
Professor Alton Sinclair
 PC, 4 posts
 I have an idea...
Thu 20 Apr 2017
at 16:10
Re: MacCormick Hall: IC banter and gossip
Yvette du Rochelle:
How was it that there was nowhere in this library to sleep?

Yvette had needed a place to recover from her most recent expedition into the bars and ale houses along the riverbank in search of a single decent bottle of wine anywhere in the city. And though so far the search had proved ironically fruitless, dammit, she was determined. But today her only evidence of progress was a headache and a distinct lightness in her pockets.

Bridge of her nose pinched between thumb and forefinger, Yvette slumped her way into the first available chair from her previous position hidden behind one of the stacks. Greeting her fellow researchers with a grumbling sigh, were they close enough to be greeted. Her meaning shockingly clear, despite the utter absence of words. She was displeased with all of this, but had given up on preventing any of it even before trying.


thud.  Thud.  Thud.

One book after another was being set dropped on the end table next to Yvette's chair.  The dropper was a middle-aged gentlemen picking up another book, flipping through it, muttering in Vendel, and then dropping it on the table, adding to the pile- and increasing the sound.

<ven> "No, no... the book with Aeryn's theory of Syrneth mountains is in this bookcase.  I'm certain of it!"  He noticed the woman in the chair, and her frown.  "Oh!  Apologies, madame.  Have you seen a book entitled Reaching the Sky?"