<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Scott Stone/Scar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Professor Stone's Office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Making delicious coffee and discovering something strange in a box<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sharai Nadeen, Open<br/><br/>Scott led Sharai into his office, grabbing up his French press as soon as he entered the office.<strong>"Okay, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. See if that sofa isn't still full of dust from World War II, if you want."</strong>He returned shortly afterward with enough water to make two cups of coffee. He shuffled around in the boxes still cluttering his office, looking for his hot plate and his coffee beans. The first box he opened contained those things, but what puzzled him was what sat on top. This was a box that was clearly labeled "Coffee," but the item on top was certainly not coffee-related. He held up the object.<strong>"What do you suppose this is?"</strong>he asked, showing it to his fellow teacher. It was a paddle-like carving, almost like a forelimb and a paw. It had blunt wooden claws, and a yellow eye painted on the back. The whole thing was trimmed in yellow fur and beadwork. He wasn't quite how it had gotten into the box, or indeed even what it was, but it resonated with him somewhere primal. It was kind of discomforting.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyway, coffee,"</strong>he said, setting the object down on his desk and plugging in his hot plate before he set the water-filled French press on top of the plate to get... well, hot. While it warmed up, he got the bag of coffee beans out and set it down. This particular one was a huge bag he had purchased during his travels at an independent coffee shop... he couldn't remember where, but it was damned good coffee.<strong>"I'm very glad to have met you,"</strong>he said as he measured out enough to grind up for two cups. After plugging in the coffee grinder and a brief interlude of loud whirring, he turned back to Sharai, leaning back against the desk.<strong>"I admit I was a little concerned about not really getting along with the staff here. But if I like the rest of them as much as I like you, well, I'm sure we'll get along just swimmingly."</strong>By that point the water was almost at a boil, so he took it off the hot plate and dumped the ground coffee into the press.