[London Steampunk] The Professor's Lab
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				Title: <strong>[London Steampunk] The Professor's Lab</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 23:29:19</strong>
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				No one really knows what The Professor's real name is.&nbsp; He opened his workshop a long long time ago, longer than most people remember and in this time he hasn't appeared to have aged a day.&nbsp; He's always looked grey and old but there's a spring in his step the beleagers his appearence.&nbsp; While he appears to be human there are many rumours that he isn't, some even say he's a demon (though most of these are attributed to jealous competitors).<br><br>His products are common in almost every household in London.&nbsp; His products bost many improvements over his competitors, including less interference with magic, prices that aren't out of everyone's range, though he does carry many levels of qualities they can always be trusted, steam charges also last much longer and the appliences are made to work with almost any of his competitor's cylinders "To give them a chance" he claims.&nbsp; <br><br>He designs and tests everything himself.&nbsp; Once a design is complete he sends it to one of his factory were he hires and puts to work many people and offers great wages and benefits.&nbsp; He also personally hires people of many places and walks of life to run errends for him, though no one knows who these people are or where he finds them.&nbsp; Though there are rumours, there are always rumours.<br><br>His workshop and lab are on the shores of the Thames, where he gets most of his steam.&nbsp; It is built with heavy brick and in some places steal walls just incase something doesn't go right.&nbsp; He also has a lot of land around his workshop with a dence forest and heavy security, both magical and technological to prevent anyone from both being hurt by failed experiments and to deter anyone who might try and steal designs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Professor's Lab</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>15-01-2007, 05:14:18</strong>
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				The Professor was in his study working on some project or another.&nbsp; He looked up from his work, he decided that the time was right.&nbsp; He stood up and moved to his office.&nbsp; He wrote a note, put it in a tube.&nbsp; The tube he, after a moment's thought, placed into one of several pipes where it was whisked off to where Simon was at the moment.&nbsp; No matter where he was or what he was doing, the Professor always seemed to be able to find him.<br>The note itself said "Simon, please meet me in my office, I have work for you." and it was signed with a stylised 'P'.&nbsp; And then he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Professor's Lab</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 04:54:42</strong>
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				It never takes very long for Simon to present himself, and today is no exception.&nbsp; Within five minutes, the tall serving-man appears at the door to the Professor's study and knocks twice.&nbsp; Once given permission to enter, he closes the door firmly behind himself, advances the customary three paces, and stops while bringing himself to polite attention.<br><br>"You summoned me, Professor?"<br><br>His deep and melodious voice is serious, almost professionally bored in tone.&nbsp; This, as the Professor knows, pure affectation.
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				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 03:59:23</strong>
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				The Professor was sitting at his desk.&nbsp; His reading spectacles on his nose, he was shuffling through some papers, "Welcome Simon, thank you for coming.&nbsp; I have a job for you.&nbsp; It won't be difficult.&nbsp; Just gathering a few people.&nbsp; Once you have found the people on this list I need you to bring them here.&nbsp; Though your name isn't there you are included." He tossed a paper across his desk to land infront of Simon, "I would like it done today, thank you."<br>The paper had a list of names, usual hang outs and addresses.&nbsp; It also had a description of the people.<br><br>Sir Henry "Harry" Percival Crossland<br>Emma Hawksorth<br>Elisabeth Penelope Stoker<br>Malcom Lazari<br><br>At this point the Professor returned to his reading, Simon had been dismissed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Professor's Lab</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 04:31:16</strong>
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				Taking a silent look at the list, Simon gave the slightest of shrugs and grabbed his coat.&nbsp; This buisiness shall take him elsewhere...<br><br>(to London)
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