<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The bath had helped. While the school staff apartments were not exactly the height of luxury and comfort, they did at least boast private bathrooms with tubs. The tubs were the old claw foot ones. Not the new models made to look old. Actual old claw foot tubs. The kind that were deep enough to sink into. With ornate fixtures and character. Félicité had fallen in love with them at first sight.<br/><br/>They took up at least eighty percent of the space in the little bathrooms but in her decided opinion, they were worth every square inch. She didn’t know if it was her location on the first floor, closer to the buildings facilities, or just simply that the building boasted an exceptionally sized water heater, but she <em>always</em> had copious amounts of hot water too. It was heaven.<br/><br/>And just what she needed after the day she’d had. First the grading of those papers, then her encounter with Shane – something that was still causing her a bit of worry – then fending off the advances of one of the mathematics professors. He’d cornered in the back hallway again. The man had wandering hands and a look in his eye that reminded her of a predator.<br/><br/>The bath had been for more than relaxation. <br/><br/>Now, after having spent almost an hour and a half soaking in her favorite vanilla peach bath salts, she was ensconced in her favorite overstuffed chair, Debussy was playing softly in the background while she read from her well-loved 1816 copy of <em>’Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field.’</em> Beside her sat a pot of her favorite Orange Blossom Tea in a little cozy, a cup as yet unpoured while the tea steeped.<br/><br/>All in all, it was a perfect Saturday evening. So why did her eyes keep straying from the page to stare unseeing at the small faded rug that covered the hardwood floors of her apartment’s small livingroom? Félicité’s thoughts were tangled as she played absently with the fringe of the lap robe tucked around her bare legs. Leaning back she let the book fall neglected in her hand to her lap and worried at her lower lip with her teeth.<br/><br/>She was going to have to find some way to contact Shane again. The girl was obviously not taking any of the history classes she was teaching or they would have run into one another long before now. And she couldn’t exactly march into the office and demand the girl’s contact information. That would set off alarms and invite questions she didn’t want to answer. <br/><br/>But then again, she couldn’t simply abandon Shane. <br/><br/>Her fingers moved from playing with the fringe to playing with her hair. Propping her elbow on the high back of the <strong>chair</strong> (http://imageresizer.furnituredealer.net/img/remote/images.furnituredealer.net/img/products%2Flancer%2Fcolor%2Fhomespun%20lancer_1415-savannah%20ecru%20black-b0.jpg?scale=both&amp;width=500&amp;height=500&amp;f.sharpen=25&amp;down.preserve=0), Félicité let her head fall back to rest against the fabric, her thoughts running a mile a minute.<br/><br/>So when the tap came at the window, it caused her quite a fight. She startled, her body jolting and sending the book sliding to the floor. Immediately she jumped to her feet to retrieve it.<br/><br/>“<em>Merde!</em>” The expletive slipped from her lips quietly but with fervency as she snatched it up and quickly inspected it for damage. 1816 copies of <em>Marmion</em> in good condition weren't exactly littering the ground these days. Or at least they weren't once she retrieved her copy from the floor boards.<br/><br/>Having picked up the book and assessed there was no damage, her eyes skated around her apartment, looking for the source of the noise. Gently she closed the book and placed it on the sofa that rested at an angle to her chair. Then she quietly tiptoed toward the door and looked out the peephole. Into an empty hallway. Hmm. Well that was good one supposed. She wasn’t exactly dressed for company. Félicité’d only bothered to pull on her favorite, old, men’s shirt. It was super soft and worn in. One of the reason's she'd nicked it from her former fiancé's closet when things had ended despite the memories associated with it. The shirt covered all the pertinent parts but was far from appropriate for visitors.<br/><br/>A frown pulled at her brows. Empty hallway. There had definitely been a knock... She turned, looking back into the apartment . Her gaze skated over the disrupted scene. The chenille lap robe lay abandoned at the foot of her chair in a heap. <em>Marmion</em> was settled on the couch haphazardly and even her small tea pot in the cozy was knocked askew. The sound replayed in her head and her gaze went to the covered windows. The noise that startled her hadn’t really sounded like someone rapping on wood now that she thought about it.<br/><br/>As she walked, Félicité unconsciously leaned over, adapting a stealthy gait toward the window. She leaned into her progress, trying to peer through the small sliver of darkness visible between the fabric of the curtains while staying mostly hidden. Her steps were soft, tiptoed, as she made her way toward the window. Once there, she placed her body to the side of the sliver opening and then slowly threaded her fingers into the gap, pulling it open farther by just a hair.<br/><br/>At first she saw nothing more than the campus landscape covered in shadows as clouds rolled slowly across the moon. Then her eyes adjusted a bit to the darkness after the muted light of her apartment. Or perhaps the girl just moved into her line of sight. Whatever the cause, suddenly Félicité spotted Shane smiling at her on the other side of the window.<br/><br/>“<em>Mon dieu!</em>” Félicité gasped, one hand going to her breastbone as she reared back in shock. Barely a moment passed before Félicité was frantically slipping between the curtains and the wall, trying to keep light from spilling out and illuminating the girl as she threw open the lock and lifted the sash of the window.<br/><br/>“Shane!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Planting her hands on the window sill, Félicité leaned out and looked left then right. “How did you find me?” she queried in a distracted voice as she made sure none of the campus security guards – or anyone else for that matter – had spotted the girl standing outside her window.<br/><br/>“<em>Entrez, entrez</em>” Félicité murmured, waving her hand in a gesture to match. <br/><br/>There was a hedge row of bushed beneath her window, something that ordinarily Félicité liked. Just at the moment, it was an impediment however. She watched Shane plant her hands on the window and nimbly hop up with dexterity. Thinking to help stable the girl, she curled one hand around Shane's upper arm.<br/><br/>But whether her move surprised the other woman or perhaps just knocked her off balance, the move sent Shane rolling through the window.<br/><br/>“Oh!” Félicité gasped, the motion unexpected, causing her to attempt to stumble backwards out of the way. Only sadly, she didn’t released Shane’s arm and the action caused her to pull the girl even farther off balance. In the end, they both tumbled - Shane forward, Félicité backward. In the end, Shane landed on top of Félicité and the air left her chest in a wheezing exhale.<br/><br/>At least the curtains saved Félicité's head from smacking into the hard wood of the floor. Instead, the sturdy fabric managed to remain taut her head sliding down the fabric until it came to the end and slipped free. The motion did however, managed to flip the blond woman's hair over into her face as she finally came to a stop. <br/><br/>For a moment, Félicité just lay on the floor, her chest heaving from the excitement. She reached up and pushed the hair up her forehead a soft “Goodness!” slipping past her lips as she looked up into the face of the girl over her.<br/><br/>“Are you alright?” she asked, lifting one leg to brace her foot on the floor as she reached with her free hand to touch the girl’s shoulder?<br/><br/>It seemed silly question considering they lay in a heap on the floor, practically cocooned between the curtains and the open window. Félicité had a sudden worried thought that all the noise might have attracted attention. With her hand still resting softly on Shane’s shoulder, she arched her back and tipped her head all the way backward on her neck trying to see the door of her apartment. The move brushed her chest against the woman straddling her but Félicité was looking and listening intently.<br/><br/>It would not go well for either of them if someone caught them thus. </span><br/>