Chamber's College
Tox came to his senses at the sudden clap of thunder that came from somewhere overhead. He felt he'd been speaking only a moment ago, though what, or to whom, he did not know. While he vaguely contemplated the possiblity of hypnotism, which wasn't a far-fetched idea for a prank at a place like Chamber's College, Tox's gaze swept the room again; the library of the Faculty House.
The storm loosed its rain without relent and gave Tox further reason not to return to his dormitory, as late as it was. The tapping on the windows was loud enough that perhaps no one had heard him talking in his sleep. He seemed to be alone in the library anyway.
He rose out of the armchair and tested the fire with an ornately crafted poker, finding the chemical process to be little more than a bed of embers within the monumental fireplace. It was odd that he'd dozed off. Nothing yet he'd seen in his first three days at Chamber's had failed to confuse or amaze him. Most recently he'd been brushing up on the old school charter, which was practically an item of folklore itself. In addition to the bland yet bizarre text, there were several modern additions [shown in brackets] which revealed how the school had fared over the centuries.
The college was founded in 1711 and set out to establish "the several areas of research that are greatly underappreciated at mainstream institutions, including astrology, mysticism, symbology, numerology, extinct linguistics, cryptology, paradoxical studies, illusion studies..." and many more.
There was a passage establishing the search for impossible equations as a field, and also the section that discussed deceptive architecture, as in secret passageways, hidden doors etc. adding that experts are encouraged to experiment with campus buildings.
Tox was visiting Chamber's on a temporary research grant. His focus was pre-modern graphiti studies, or graphiti as an approach to past human experience. The college itself was particularly famous for its scrawled esoterica and heavily tatooed desks. Tox had until the end of the year before his grant ran out. By then, though, Tox hoped to be accepted with a full-time position.
[Author's note: this is supposed to be a collaborative story. Wherever there is a question mark for one of the choices, feel free to add in your own character, as well as what happens next, if you so choose. End your posts with a question mark so others may join. Just use your imagination!]
The storm loosed its rain without relent and gave Tox further reason not to return to his dormitory, as late as it was. The tapping on the windows was loud enough that perhaps no one had heard him talking in his sleep. He seemed to be alone in the library anyway.
He rose out of the armchair and tested the fire with an ornately crafted poker, finding the chemical process to be little more than a bed of embers within the monumental fireplace. It was odd that he'd dozed off. Nothing yet he'd seen in his first three days at Chamber's had failed to confuse or amaze him. Most recently he'd been brushing up on the old school charter, which was practically an item of folklore itself. In addition to the bland yet bizarre text, there were several modern additions [shown in brackets] which revealed how the school had fared over the centuries.
The college was founded in 1711 and set out to establish "the several areas of research that are greatly underappreciated at mainstream institutions, including astrology, mysticism, symbology, numerology, extinct linguistics, cryptology, paradoxical studies, illusion studies..." and many more.
There was a passage establishing the search for impossible equations as a field, and also the section that discussed deceptive architecture, as in secret passageways, hidden doors etc. adding that experts are encouraged to experiment with campus buildings.
Tox was visiting Chamber's on a temporary research grant. His focus was pre-modern graphiti studies, or graphiti as an approach to past human experience. The college itself was particularly famous for its scrawled esoterica and heavily tatooed desks. Tox had until the end of the year before his grant ran out. By then, though, Tox hoped to be accepted with a full-time position.
[Author's note: this is supposed to be a collaborative story. Wherever there is a question mark for one of the choices, feel free to add in your own character, as well as what happens next, if you so choose. End your posts with a question mark so others may join. Just use your imagination!]