The stairwell, Tuesday morning [NFB]

[sneerkite]

Steerpike was back in his all black before classes this morning. No B&E, this time, just a long, strong bit of fishing line, strung out at ankle level across the top of one of the flights of stairs.

It probably wouldn't last longer than a single person being tripped up by it, but, well, that was enough for Steerpike.

[ooc: tripline is set up

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[sneerkite]

Steerpike was not the sort to pass up the opportunity to witness his own genius. He grinned and laughed on the inside, even as he "just happened" to enter the stairwell, dressed as he normally did, now, in time to see Tori fall. He hurried down.

"My word! Are you quite alright?"

[sneerkite]

Damn "That's good. That's very good. Perhaps you should go to the clinic, anyway?"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike nodded. "If you think you'll be alright. Is there anything I might do?"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike nodded. "Okay then. Let me know if you do. And . . . try to be more careful?"