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Who: Jonathan and OPEN
Where: NYU Campus, Bench (says the girl who knows squat about NYU and is still trying to play there. Write what you know? HA!)
When: January 16th, Afternoon
It was really freaking cold. And yet somehow, it felt warmer than it had in the classroom.
Jonathan had had a difficult time in calculus that afternoon and he needed to be out where the world was a bit less ... cerebral. At least the bench he'd picked was sheltered from the wind, and the sun was shining - for the moment. Classes were over for the day, and they weren't coming back until tomorrow. High school had been so much easier.
In preparation for the rest of the week, he pulled out his notebook and scanned the syllabuses. Syllabi? Whatever. A chapter to read for history, some handouts to go over for theater ... it didn't look too difficult. He skipped calculus. He'd look at it tonight, then panic.
Finding that even thinking about his classes was tiring, he pulled out a sketchpad and drew a wonky square on it. There was a difficult set change in the third act of the play that would be put on later that year, and he found it relaxing to work at the logistics of sets instead of theory and memorization. He needed something he could see.
But he had only worked out one of several pulleys when he felt a tingle in his gut. He started and looked up; that meant another Tale was nearby, right?
Where: NYU Campus, Bench (says the girl who knows squat about NYU and is still trying to play there. Write what you know? HA!)
When: January 16th, Afternoon
It was really freaking cold. And yet somehow, it felt warmer than it had in the classroom.
Jonathan had had a difficult time in calculus that afternoon and he needed to be out where the world was a bit less ... cerebral. At least the bench he'd picked was sheltered from the wind, and the sun was shining - for the moment. Classes were over for the day, and they weren't coming back until tomorrow. High school had been so much easier.
In preparation for the rest of the week, he pulled out his notebook and scanned the syllabuses. Syllabi? Whatever. A chapter to read for history, some handouts to go over for theater ... it didn't look too difficult. He skipped calculus. He'd look at it tonight, then panic.
Finding that even thinking about his classes was tiring, he pulled out a sketchpad and drew a wonky square on it. There was a difficult set change in the third act of the play that would be put on later that year, and he found it relaxing to work at the logistics of sets instead of theory and memorization. He needed something he could see.
But he had only worked out one of several pulleys when he felt a tingle in his gut. He started and looked up; that meant another Tale was nearby, right?