Creative Writing--So Simple Even You Can Do It! (Probably)
So, not only had Navaan remembered that there was class today, she'd gone out of her way to schedule a trip for it. It was her way of letting the class know she was fond of them, but in a way that didn't involve, y'know, flang.
Their portal dropped them off outside of R. R. Donnelley and Sons--or, as people might be slightly more familiar with it, The Lakeside Press. There, they were met by a dubious-looking tour guide. The Lakeside Press didn't often give tours of its printing facility and they had never given one to a small class of students being led by a woman in a plague doctor mask and cloak.
Sorry for your sensibilities, Tour Guide. But Navaan was still explosively allergic to the sunlight.
"Today, for your final, we're going to show you how a large run of books are printed and produced for shipment to bookstores," Navaan said cheerfully. "And when that's over, I have a small surprise for you!"
Be honest, how many of you were a little afraid right now?
Their portal dropped them off outside of R. R. Donnelley and Sons--or, as people might be slightly more familiar with it, The Lakeside Press. There, they were met by a dubious-looking tour guide. The Lakeside Press didn't often give tours of its printing facility and they had never given one to a small class of students being led by a woman in a plague doctor mask and cloak.
Sorry for your sensibilities, Tour Guide. But Navaan was still explosively allergic to the sunlight.
"Today, for your final, we're going to show you how a large run of books are printed and produced for shipment to bookstores," Navaan said cheerfully. "And when that's over, I have a small surprise for you!"
Be honest, how many of you were a little afraid right now?