Thread: The Faculty Lounge WHO: Jack Cavanaugh and Astala Jeppesen WHEN: Sunday, early evening WHERE: The faculty lounge
The faculty lounge, with its white tiled floor, dark-wooden furniture, oaken wall panelling and floor-length red velvet curtains, was rarely used on Sundays. Jack had set up camp there after being distracted in the library by a few students who were listening to their Taylor Lawrence and their Eddy Mraz and their Spice Boys and their Bangles. The banshee had a hard time tuning out music, especially annoying, vapid pop one. Only one of them had had good taste: she's been listening to a woman named Adele. Jack liked her.
When a student had approached him to ask about homework, Jack had curtly replied her before taking his books and moving to the faculty lounge. There he sat, drinking sickly sweet Moroccan coffee from a large novelty mug that had a moustache on it. He was researching kumiho lore, looking for examples of stories where the kumiho didn't eat hearts. There were plenty of examples of those, but most of them were rather old. Maybe there's been a shift at some point. In the earlier lore, kumiho seemed sweet and gentle creatures, often tricked by humans. At some point, that changed. and the kumiho had become far more ferocious...
Hm. "Yes, Ms. Song, you eat human hearts because they were dicks to your forefathers, but you still shouldn't do it," didn't seem like much a confusing sales pitch.
Jack turned to a new book, not realizing he was humming the melody of Someone Like You. Anybody who'd hear it would be getting shivers down their spine.