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"Haven't been here in years" Bachdion says "It used to be.. " he frowns "nice."

It has been sometime indeed. This is Harvard, grand and glorious, and yet there is something chill.

"But it's...." She frowns. "It's Harvard. It oughtn't be like this..."

"I knew the speech codes had gotten strict but surely that's not enough for..." Earl puts an arm around her, not that that helps against THIS chill.

"No, there's something wrong here," Bachdion says "I remember when this was a place for the finest minds. Creative yet reasoned..."

"No school should be thus."

Two strangers on campus, dressed in black suits and ties and shade even in winter are several yards away, yet Zara can see that everyone seems to ignore them. Despite this, this is no Veil that she knows of. Indeed, these men bristle with banality, amost as if they channel it ffor whatever art they are using

She tugs on Earl's sleeve and points at the men.

"That seems bad..." Earl says "Let's try to slip away, casually..."

The Satyr frowns "Suddenly the masonic heraldry here takes on different meaning... " The three move past three people, young people, talking about the things that matter- winning, money, influence.

She nods. "I agree. Discretion, valor, etcetera..."

"I wonder if all of Cambridge is such?"

"Let's hope not, but ... this is too close to too cold for my liking" earl says "I try not to be overprotective, but trolls have limits"

"I do not think I could tolerate four years of this..."

A security guard... he moves oddly, almost mechanically. Though perhaps that's just the imagination of our kithain

"Let us make haste, nu?"

A bit of chalk grinds in Bacdion's left hand 'Southpaws break laws when they lack just cause" And he throws it over his right shoulder and...

They lose an hour in the flicker flash. A sign that the banality was working against them "Blast"

"you okay, both of you?" Earl says

She rubs her temples. "Aye... aye. Bachdion?"

"Very grateful for the dross to be honest" Bachdion says "Oh I am.. so sorry, wrong area."

"Where did we land?" She looks about.

This is a party college in Florida!

Three girls walk by not really caring who might have to move aside for them as they go to side to side "So I was saying Beyonce themed?"

It's not banal, but there is a sense of vapidness to some of the chimera here... like the Unicorn chimera that does Dubstep through it's vibrating horn

Zara blinks, a startled crow amongst the parrots.

"Hey cutie, party next month" One girrl says to Earl.

"Ah, thanks," Earl says "I think we'll be in another part of the country then"

"Far, far away."

"With winters."

"Oh you ought to hang here, it's SO much nicer... you a student?"

"Aye. Prospective."

"You should definitely consider, me and my possee party all the time." She smiles at Earl gain

"Well, I could use more classes in art... do more like this" He pulls out his small phone and shows the girl the artistic work that looks a lot like the baby on the rafters in a top hat and New Year banner.

The girll's eyes wide "gah. I mean... nice meeting you" And she rushes off

Zara quietly chortles.

Earl gives her wink.

Bachdion tisks "Really, Earl, she was just being friendly"

"Well, I am sure you could visit, Bachdion.."

A chuckle 'She didn't seem interested in me but okay." The satyr leads them to another area where they can vanish again "North East is a must I take it?"

"I don't want to be too far from home..."

"Of course," Bachdion bows "Pardon, Miss Zara. I'm a poor chauffeur indeed to forget that"

"Tis naught to apologize for..."

"Well, as a Fiona, Love should be crucial, familial too." A snap o fingers and they are off

"Love is crucial..."

And they find themselves in Vassar , the library to be precise.

A soft gasp, and her dark eyes dart about - carved stone and wooden shelves, alcoves and leaded windows...

"Right to the library?" Earl says to Bachdion//The satyr says "It's the area I knew best. I dated a librarian here once."

Earl looks around, "It's beautiful" He confesses, then looks to zara, "I...think we may lose her for a bit."

Indeed, she has drifted off - spidery fingertips trailing along the shelves, eyes dreamy...