Morgan having made the call for anyone interested in their potential class to come meet them in the city, they awaited everyone who said they would be attending. The location itself, at least, was easily spotted by those looking for it, so Tim had approved the suggestion by Morgan for the meeting spot. And it did have a training room.

Tim himself was willing to give them a window of time to arrive, though he wanted to be organised and punctual enough to not keep people waiting either. At least they were able to mingle with each other in the mean time.

First they would have a meeting for those interested in assisting-- as teachers for specific skills or otherwise-- so that they had a firmer idea of where they stood with what they could teach. After that, of course, was the meeting for interested pupils, to organise. After that, they could get sanction to begin.

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Early that day, one might find Philip in the Narumi, sleeping on his things. He held a marker in his hands and from it, there was a single line scrawled over the whole of his whiteboards:

"The Cake is a Lie."

He hadn't been GlaDOSed recently. So the point of it was puzzling.


Later on, someone might find him sitting at the river, throwing sticks into it from the loose gravel. Come bother him?