impacter | TP - CANTARELLA

[A certain professor decked out in his usual dark pinstripes doesn't appear until near the end of the lunch service in the cafe, still looking half asleep when he quietly orders his meal. But he can spot Cantarella sitting on her own, and curiosity gets the better of him.

So hello, Cantarella, have a tall man gently approaching.]

Good morning, Professor. [There's some cheek to the title, but he continues regardless.] I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I had a couple questions for you.

[It's time for the changing of the guard for snooping around the chapel, so Solomon's quick to try and approach his fellow "teacher" as they leave the church grounds. Blast this stupid clergy outfit, what a thing to get stuck in...]

Cantarella. With me, please, if you don't mind. I'd like to share findings.

[Even with everything that has happened and how pretty much everyone will probably be wanting to be Anywhere Else, Solomon can be found at the Rose Gardens, settled under the great stone arch like a vulture overtop the rest of the tower, wind catching the flow of his coat and leaving the sound of quietly clinking metal rings in the wind

His face is badly bruised in several spots, his lip split, and reddish purple markings streak up what can be seen of the top of his neck before his shirt covers the rest. But it doesn't hide the polite smile he gives towards Cantarella if he sees her.

There's not much to be happy about, after a weekend like this. But he's never liked to look further than the present for too long.]

[She finds him in the rose garden again, stripped of its black blooms and overpowering scent.]

Everything different, and everything the same. May I?

[She still asks to be invited to sit beside him, though this time, as Cantarella asks, she bends forward to place a hand on Solomon's shoulder.]

WEEK ONE - WEDNESDAY

WEEK ONE - FRIDAY POST INVEST BLOCK 1

WEEK ONE - SUNDAY POST-EXECUTION

w2, post-exe