[Introduction] Is this really a Vacation?

[onlysaneteacher]

After the annual Dean List in UCI that usually turns into a epic cluster fuck of chaos and random deaths, the teachers assistant known as Pony Merks feels it's time for a vacation

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[bnans_r_good]

Prepare to be pushed into the deep end of the pool, as it were...

She might hear a cheery baritone voice with a British accent speaking in the hallway, half gently scolding, half doting:

"Cold? No, 's not *that* cold: should see how cold it is on the planet Women Wept. We'll take y' there sumday, when yer old enough for a bit o' travelin'. Though if yer anythin' like 'im that bore yah, that'll come sooner rather than later."

And if she peers out, she might find a tall, big-eared gent in a leather coat, carrying a teensy blue bundle that might be emitting fussy newborn noises.

[onlysaneteacher]

Pony can claim to have seen some strange things in her life, up to and including giant babies, gay ghosts that teach history, imaginary friends that came alive to ruin peoples lives, and lotsa other weird shit.

But this guy was talking to a baby. So she stares.

[bnans_r_good]

He'll look up, likely sensing that stare, and grins at her. "Don't mind my chatter. Takin' a friend's daughter out for 'er first walk, and she's bein' sarky," he says. "'Allo!"

[onlysaneteacher]

"But you sounded like you were talking to it..." Pony notes.

[only_paul]

We expect at one point or other, Pony will wander around, exploring? In which case she may come across the library, and roaming the shelves, a man who very much looks like he belongs there, and who is every inch the scholar of the 20th century, complete with elbow patches on his tweed jacket.

Paul is taking a break from grading, and furthering his own research (though he is, at the same time, on the lookout for the source of what he believes to be plagiarism.)

[sissy_queen]

Should Pony come into one of the smaller lounges of the Mansion, she may come across Guinevere, quietly sowing what seems to be a long scarf. She is embroidering it with much care, very careful not to sting her fingers, and is humming quietly to herself.

[zhany_silver]

Well, if Pony wanders into the common room, she'll find a young man, in black jeans and grey polo, with his feet on the coffee table, slurping a chillatte and leafing through an edition of the Lone Ranger.

Zhane does what he can to entertain himself, we're so sorry.