00:02. (quad)

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[ to those who are semi-awake, one might hear a voice shouting, then a little metal thing comes around the corner, into the quad. the Doctor--er, John Smith, as you may know him--is following it, ranting and raving. ]

No, no, no! Bad cat, bad cat! Oh, this is the last time I engineer a robotic cat, absolutely the last time, oh, well, alright, maybe the second to last time.

[ once he finally catches up with it, he places a foot upon it and sighs, pulling a hand down his face. ]

Blimey. Rewiring, then. Yes, time for that.

002: action

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[It's the quad again. This fine evening Irvine can be seen lying against the bottom leftmost side of the stairs. One leg is crossed over the other and both arms are bent, hands folded under his head for support. His face is deliberately obstructed by the hat from when he pulled it forward earlier. By his side are a rifle and a book, presumably study material for the upcoming exam week.

All things considered he appears fairly relaxed. Perhaps he's sleeping, even. Care to find out?]