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fandomhighdorms2011-04-14 06:48 pm
Third Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening [ 04/14 ].
One could suppose that there were many things Alexander could be doing right now. He could be making sure all his dress tunics were in good condition if he wound up going to this prom event this weekend. He could be getting a head start on his examinations this weekend, especially all those languages that he'll never have to use again. He could be....sleeping.
But he was working once more on some maps. Rosella had pulled through for him and sent him some updated maps based on some recent exploration by Derek Karlavaegen, so it was time for Alexander to pour over them, study them carefully and look for any signs of suggestions that the Land of the Green Isles might be hidden somewhere in these new developments of cartography.
It was unlikely, he knew, but the chance had his heart beating faster with excitement, that maybe, just maybe, there might be something, some clue to him finding his Cassima...
He had brought his work with him to the common room, because that was a good way, he figured, to keep himself from being deemed a recluse. His mother couldn't argue that he wasn't at least trying to be social.
[[ home on a thursday and bored and dreading 13 hours of work tomorrow. OPEN COMMON ROOM IS OPEN! ]]
But he was working once more on some maps. Rosella had pulled through for him and sent him some updated maps based on some recent exploration by Derek Karlavaegen, so it was time for Alexander to pour over them, study them carefully and look for any signs of suggestions that the Land of the Green Isles might be hidden somewhere in these new developments of cartography.
It was unlikely, he knew, but the chance had his heart beating faster with excitement, that maybe, just maybe, there might be something, some clue to him finding his Cassima...
He had brought his work with him to the common room, because that was a good way, he figured, to keep himself from being deemed a recluse. His mother couldn't argue that he wasn't at least trying to be social.
[[ home on a thursday and bored and dreading 13 hours of work tomorrow. OPEN COMMON ROOM IS OPEN! ]]

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"Still looking for the Green Isle?" Bruce asked. Call it a lucky guess.
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That, or it was simply that Daventry's resident cartographer just happened to also be that world's biggest troll ever. And not the kind that lived under a bridge...
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This was what happened when you didn't have television.
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And so it was a faint smile that crossed his face in response to Rilla, though it was tinged with the sadness of his hopeless pursuit. "Hello, Rilla. It's hardly an atlas," he admitted, "but still a small collection of maps recently sent to me from home. Our resident traveler has made some updates on his latest adventurers, so I was excited to see the changes. It seems the world always has something new to discover. Would you like to see?"
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And incredible to think of how he'd managed to escape it.
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She was curious about other worlds, to see how they differed from hers. Something only Fandom could've provided.
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"Evening, Alexander," he greeted his roommate, wandering over to take a closer look at what he was working on. "What have you here?"
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By clutter, clearly, he meant the neat little pile of them tucked tidily into a large portfolio. But, by Manannan...and his mother's, for that matter...standards, they were all a mess.
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That... was not the question he wanted to ask, precisely. But one couldn't merely blurt these things out. There were guidelines as to the proper flow of conversation and all.
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