USC - University of Southern California

[Dave Syrinx]

Roger and by default, Jack spend the evening of June 6 preparing for an upcoming excursion to a law firm to study their management hierarchy.
"'Bout time we get out of here, Mr C." He waits for Roger to put some things in order. "It's Friday, you know.

The course in economic governing had been a pain since start. The debacle two days ago, when the moon made its presence very clear didn't help out. Roger still feels dirty from that... event. Jack had cleaned up afterwards and the police had no clear leads according to Jack.

Framed on the wall of the luxury dorm hangs a map of the campus.

Spoiler:

What exactly had happened last Wednesday evening? Do you have any idéa or do you want to hear Jack's statement?

[Laraqua]

"You're right," says Roger with a lopsided grin and a largely repressed shudder as memories of the clean up brushes his mind. He stalwartly pushes the memories aside. It isn't his fault that what happened, happened. Whatever the details of the event, it was most assuredly the fault of the curse and whomsoever foolishly cursed his lineage. He was a good person and he was at university and he would try to make the most of it as best he can. Though the most of it really should be a trip down to the pub or a nice nightclub for a cocktail rather than this dratted university business. University was fun, when you weren't having to deal with all of those study aspects.