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HERE WE GO AGAIIIIIN

Here's a few options, ganked from the last one and still as shamelessly stolen from even earlier versions.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU
> Or make up your own

Very nice! Test Strike! FABULOUS!

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[1]

[But here, he much rather prefers going by Tim. Because, that's kind of his name, and everything.

The easiest place to find him was in the science department of Locke City University, toiling away at one of the chemistry labs, where he was far too pre-occupied checking out whatever was under the microscope to pay attention to his surroundings.

On the plus side, it was one of the rare occasions where he wasn't wearing his usual sunglasses, in favor of donning the standard lab goggles. Safety first, kids.]

[2]

[It was far less easy to find him at the Arts and Crafts fair, and yet, that was indeed where he was, for the moment. Accompanying his mother, quality time with the family, all that good stuff.

He looked absolutely miserable.

This place was so boring. From the perspective of someone that wasn't even willing to look around, at least.

Save him.]

Hey, Tim!

[Look, Tim, it's Professor Westerfeld, who is also at the fair and sporting a really tacky scarf and a hot dog in each hand.]

Good to see you outta the lab for once, man! You gotta go check out Old Lady Jenkins' stall while you're here, she's got some really nice stuff and could use the money.

Professor Westerfield? [He's a bit surprised to see him here. Though he's absolutely not surprised to see him wearing one of the fair's quintessential kitschy objects for sale.

Classy.]

I'm just here 'cause my mom made me come with her. [Said with a bit of a groan, but he quickly comes up to a smile thereafter.] Ms. Jenkins wouldn't happen to be where you got that scarf from, would it?

The one and only!

[He gives a small flourishing curtsy with a goofy grin, before obliterating half of one of the hot dogs...and talking with his mouth full.]

Uh yuh - juff a foo boofs dun thuh wuh.

[He motions as he attempts to speak.]

[Not that he had much against the Professor's....oddities... but--]

Sir, I have no idea what you're saying.

[A moment passes while Walter finishes chewing and swallows, then sheepishly chuckles a bit at himself.]

My bad - I said 'oh yeah, just a few booths down that way'.

[AND NOW BACK TO HOT DOG.]

[Gross.]

Right... I'll be... sure to drop by.

[Mental note: don't drop by.]

Uh, sorry, but-- is there a reason you're eating so much? Did you miss breakfast?

No, I hit breakfast pretty hard, but...

[He shrugs, then makes short work of the second hot dog. At least this time he bothers to finish chewing before speaking.]

It feels like it totally missed me.

[Well that was kind of concerning.]

Shouldn't you... see a doctor or something, instead of hanging around an arts and crafts fair?

[As ridiculous as Mr. Westerfield was, he didn't want him to keel over.]

Planning on it in a couple of days if it doesn't let up. Don't wanna waste time over what might be nothing, y'know. Brushing it off is not on the table, though. Last thing I need is to kick my food budget up.

At that rate, you'll go broke before you even get to lunch.

Are you sure it's OK to wait that long? I'm no doctor, but if something happened to your digestion or your metabolism...

[Basically that's bad news. He's a bit worried.]

[It just so happens that at the university, a certain professor who was not at all in the proper department is wandering the halls of the science department, checking the classrooms as he searches for someone. In truth, he's looking for a certain professor, but he can't seem to find them...

Noticing the student alone in one of the labs, Dr. Francis Fell peers inside and clears his throat.]

Excuse me, have you seen Dr. Ratchet around by any chance? Why he would be in one of the chemistry labs is beyond me, but I didn't see him in his office or any of the other labs...

[And yes, he has no idea who he's talking to yet, perhaps because of the goggles, perhaps because he's looking down through the microscope and not facing him head-on. Boy is he in for a surprise.]

[Tim perked up slightly when he heard the throat clearing, his attention dragged away from the sample and back to the room at large. He turned a few knobs here and there before turning to look at the visitor properly.]

Oh, hey Professor Fell. [Yeah, he recognized the guy, now that he thought about it-- theology wasn't really his department, but he'd seem plenty after the accident happened. But still, Tim was pretty affable about the whole affair!]

Sorry, I haven't seen him around here. Not many people are in today.

[Yeah he was basically one of the only ones around the science labs right now. Nerd.]

[Whoa-whoa-whoa, that was not who he was expecting to poke his head up at all. Francis is in fact so shocked that he doesn't even bother correcting him that his title was actually "doctor" and not "professor", because really you're sort of required to give some sort of grace for that kind of thing to a student you hit with your car.]

O-oh, Tim, I didn't realize it was you. No, that's quite alright, fine really, not a problem... Err...

[He shuffles a little bit, looking around before glancing back at the student with a sheepish frown.]

How's your arm? Have you been recovering alright...?

Uh... [Well. That tone changed pretty fast. Honestly, Tim felt kind of bad-- his parents had been way more upset about the accident than Tim himself had been, and he'd already forgiven Francis after he'd gotten a sweet new ride out of the whole accident.]

I'm fine, really. [He said with a touch of a smile in the hopes of easing the man's worries.] I got my cast off a week ago. My wrist's kind of stiff, but it's not that big of a deal.

[Well his posture relaxes, anyway, now that he's sure that Tim isn't going to tear his head off about the whole incident. He's still feeling pretty guilty about the whole ordeal, since he'd become sort of infamous on campus about the whole thing. At least the news media stayed out of it...]

That's... good to hear. Sorry, I'm probably bothering you, aren't I? Would you like me to get out of your hair so you can continue with...

[He pauses, and narrows his eyes at the microscope that Tim had been looking through.] Err, whatever it was you were working on?

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