Who: Yuuta Hiroki, Sophie Finucan
When: Afternoon.
Where: Public library
What: While doing some research of his own, Yuuta is more than willing to talk.
Rating: Pg
Status: Open and ongoing.
Yuuta had been packing up the last few term papers, with the intention of taking an early afternoon and getting some time to himself, when his TA knocked on the office door. Evie walked in, and put one of the term papers that he had assigned her to grade on the desk.
"It sounds really familiar, and I can't place it." She looked worried, confused and a bit frustrated.
Yuuta thumbed through the paper, skimming, noticing striking similarities to a couple of C.S. Lewis' essays. "I'll take this one." He dismissed her with a nod, keeping the papers separate from the rest of the ones he needed to grade. The essay, in parts was nearly word for word one of the essays he hadn't assigned for this term, but one Yuuta was fond of assigning. He headed down to the university library, paper in hand.
The book of essays in question had been removed by a student, and no matter how much Yuuta bargained with the library attendant she wouldn't give him the name of the student who had checked it out.
Mood growing increasingly darker with each step, Yuuta headed down to the public library. He muttered, in undertone at a few of the books. The essays in the library were contained in three different books, and it took a few minutes to track them all down. He set his briefcase on one of the tables, essay in front of him, combing through the books to find the passages this particular student had lifted.
When: Afternoon.
Where: Public library
What: While doing some research of his own, Yuuta is more than willing to talk.
Rating: Pg
Status: Open and ongoing.
Yuuta had been packing up the last few term papers, with the intention of taking an early afternoon and getting some time to himself, when his TA knocked on the office door. Evie walked in, and put one of the term papers that he had assigned her to grade on the desk.
"It sounds really familiar, and I can't place it." She looked worried, confused and a bit frustrated.
Yuuta thumbed through the paper, skimming, noticing striking similarities to a couple of C.S. Lewis' essays. "I'll take this one." He dismissed her with a nod, keeping the papers separate from the rest of the ones he needed to grade. The essay, in parts was nearly word for word one of the essays he hadn't assigned for this term, but one Yuuta was fond of assigning. He headed down to the university library, paper in hand.
The book of essays in question had been removed by a student, and no matter how much Yuuta bargained with the library attendant she wouldn't give him the name of the student who had checked it out.
Mood growing increasingly darker with each step, Yuuta headed down to the public library. He muttered, in undertone at a few of the books. The essays in the library were contained in three different books, and it took a few minutes to track them all down. He set his briefcase on one of the tables, essay in front of him, combing through the books to find the passages this particular student had lifted.