Who: Simon Liebowitz (THE SCUTTLE) and Julie Isley (THE WENDY DARLING) What: Julie looks for some writing experience with the Scroll When: Late afternoon, Tuesday Where: The Sorcerer's Scroll office, the Union Building Rating: PG
The Scroll Headquarters were, by no stretch of the imagination, anything impressive. Simon was often reminded when he petitioned for better facilities that he was lucky to occupy the small sliver of the Union as is. The Scroll was tucked into a single room towards the back of the building that seemed to have been refitted - poorly - from some sort of storage space. There was just enough room for several cluttered desks arrange at haphazard angles throughout the room, as well as makeshift walls formed from stacks and stacks of legal boxes overflowing with paper. Drafting boards and sections of print layout were scattered all over the place, and the wall was veritably papered with a collection of framed front pages, pushpinned reference sheets and elaborate diagrams connecting various story elements to each other with multicoloured string. Despite an overworked coffee pot that percolated noisily in the corner the desks - and floor - were strewn with discarded coffee cups from every known cafe on or around the campus grounds.
Simon Liebowitz sat at one of the desks (in fact, he was the only one present, and none of the other desks seemed to be used for anything other than storage at the moment) clik-claking furiously at a glowing laptop. A small placard, the kind that could be cheaply engraved at the mall, read his name along with 'HEAD EDITOR' in front of him. He glared intently at his screen as he wrote, occasionally pausing to reach out for whatever available coffee cup was nearest to take a fleeting sip. The only thing missing from the scene was a haze of cigarette smoke, which was probably for the best given the unfortunate lack of windows.