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*rover received a report from the police in town about some goings ons that might affect the campus.*

*after he returned the phone call, decided to do a patrol of the grounds with a roll by of the basement*

*a student attacked in town was not a good thing.*

*safety has been compromised.*

*rover was not happy.*

*rolling, he started to search.*

((ooc: *rover would appreciate tips, links or commentary to help.*

*brief interaction, slipping notes under his office door or on his answering machine*))

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Jake eyed Rover. This was strange behavior. Then he blinked. "You want me to follow you? I haven't done anything wrong and if I did it was totally the professor's fault!" Jake knew there were more than one professor at the school, but the only one who'd earned the title yet was Spider Jerusalem by being an utter bastard.

*rover took off back toward his office.*

*he stopped once to see if the poet was following*

Sighing deeply, Jake stuffed his notebook and pen into his jacket pocket, and shuffled after the big white ball ~~of terror~~.

*rover in his office, he shimmied and wiggled through the door and made a beeline to his typewriter, located on the floor in the corner.*

*much machinations ensued as paper managed to make it in the roller, slightly skewed and crumpled.*

*rover began to bounce on the keypad.*

Following Rover through in to the office, Jake paused. "What the..?" he said, staring blankly at the sight of the bouncing security officer. Maybe it was the lack of coffee that did it. Jake had always thought people who didn't drink coffee was a little weird, and being a big white ball, Rover probably couldn't even drink-- oh that was horrible!

Jake was overwhelmed with pity.

*when rover was done, the following was typed on the paper*

wKhR9at do`lj yOOOu kQ^now aWbo~"ut knPVo;wn wer#@ewo?/lves oKJJn cam!!pUu5s?

There was no more bouncing, and there was an expectant air to Rover. Jake inched closer, slowly, until he could read the paper.

"I don't know nothing," he said automatically.

*rover continued to wait.*

"I may have heard rumours," Jake allowed, after a while of aggressive waiting on Rover's behalf.

*rover would have been all ears, had he had them.*

*he didn't, so he waited expectantly.*

*after a moment, rover rolled to shut the office door.*

"I don't know a lot," Jake said, eyeing the door. He liked information. Information was fun. As was the nifty gadget Jerusalem had given him. "I got this thing from the professor, that tells me what people are, you know?" He waited for a moment, then shrugged. "Anyway, I've been playing with it, and, um, I think there's at least two werewolves here."

*rover rolled back and forth as he thought.*

*confidentiality*

*campus safety*

*he was indecisive and needed to think more*

*the poet was at least honest.*

*and correct. rover thought there would be two as well, given the detective's voicemail.*

"Um. Can I go now?" Jake asked, eyeing the door again. "I've been helpful, right?"

*rover bounced once and continued pacing.*

"Was that a yes?" Jake asked, inching towards the door. He paused suddenly and gave Rover a big grin. "Dude! Marshmalllows! I haven't written about itty bitty marshmallows in coffee yet! That's brilliant! You're a genius!"

*confused and startled from his thoughts, rover paused.*

*he was glad someone thought he was a genius.*

*he bounced and moved to roll out behind the poet to continue his patrol*

[ooc: cracks up at Rover's l33t typing skillz. In the good way.]

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