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Alejandra let out a sigh of relief. ‘Finally!’, she thought, as she plopped down onto one of the couches at the undergrad student lounge. Her tote bag landed beside her and its contents spilled out onto the floor.

“Oh great,” she scoffed. Alex slipped off the couch, got on her knees, and grabbed her barista apron, a book and her wallet. She shoved it all back into her bag. Her phone had slid farther than the rest of her stuff did; so she reached out to grab it when a stranger picked it up. “That’s mine. Thanks,” she stood up off the floor and set her bag on the couch.

[sheilalowrie]

sheila wasn’t supposed to be here. professors weren’t supposed to be here. but a student, starting their first semester, wanted to meet her and refused to meet in her office. the student wanted somewhere more public. understandable, given graceborough’s current situation.

she sat in one of the couches and waited for her student to appear, trying to avoid eye contact. there were older undergraduate students. maybe she could pass as one of them. just try to not stand out. that would be her mantra. but it was hard. hard to not imagine that poor student’s body, her name had been lucy if she wasn’t mistaken. and even harder to not stare at the chips wrappers, wondering how these students could eat so badly and not break out in acne. even at her age, she still would if -- or rather, when -- she indulged.

then, she heard the thud. and looked over to see the spill. she looked around to other students, figuring one of them would help the girl. but alas they were all distracted, watching netflix or playing games. classic. she stood up and went over to the girl, grabbing the girl’s phone along her way. handing it over to her, she cleared her throat to state, “you’re lucky, someone else may have just grabbed the phone and ran for it.”

[profwlightfoot]

Wesley was still thinking about interview with the police earlier on in the day, it was hard to know if he’d answered the questions ‘right’, or if his answers and raised some kind of suspicions. He was no psychologist, he didn’t know if being a grandmamma’s boy made you more likely to be a murderer on aggregate according to some study. Fidgeting a bit as he did so, he prepared a pot of coffee in the almost deserted professors’ lounge. He felt like he needed it before the three hours of lectures he had this afternoon.

He served himself up a mug in a particularly, one might say overly, ornately patterned bamboo coffee mug he had so that he could carry it around with him to a lecture if he hadn’t finished it in time. He turned to look at the only other person who seemed to be here, “Have the police interviewed you yet?”

[sheilalowrie]

sheila wasn’t a fan of the professor’s lounge, too many judgemental looks. too many ideas on how she should dress for her classes. even though she was teaching the children, and that’s what they were -- children, about performing and she was a performer. why should she not dress like a performer? she became less of a fan after the body of professor roberts, cindy, was found in this very room. a lot of her students for came from dead languages studies, thinking they’d hear about the theaters of ancient greece or roman times. cindy was usually those students advisors, and if she had any concerns on their work ethic, that would lead to a conversation between the two professors. and sheila often had concerns about work ethic. she realized she forgot to mention that to the detectives, but didn’t figure it was a relevant experience. there was nothing personal, only professional.

but she craved, no she needed caffeine. the first week of back to school was always harder on professors than students thought. they also needed to go back to the sleep schedule for early mornings that they lost on their vacations. this killer also targeted professors too and could strike at any time. something that didn’t make her sleep well at night. so to the professors lounge it was, after all she needed that coffee and she was not willing to pay extra at cafe demeter for some watered down stuff. she waited her turn, seeing that professor lightfoot was currently using the machine.

they had just gotten a mug from the cupboard as they heard the other professor’s question. figuring she didn’t want to give a rude impression she answered, “they did.” she took a sharp breath in, turning around, “i heard some students talking about the questions as well. sounds like they’re doing it to everyone. i suppose i can see why professors would be included. but most of us professors, we’ve been here years longer than these killings. wouldn’t they think if it was one of us, we would’ve snapped sooner?”

[grandbutterflycurator]

I can’t believe Stacy Layne Matthews won this weeks episode of Drag Race