Well, as soon as I turned my back on the bridging section it wanted to get written, so over 600 new words! It's still quite rough and doesn't quite fit with what was there, but forward momentum! Not a lot of new dialogue, so have a bit of scene description...
...The man roosted in the tower of a crumbling old mansion the new campus had swallowed whole and never got around to digesting. The tower’s marble facing was long gone but I could see why the guy might like the place. His office was an octagon, with tall bookcases taking up four of the walls and picture windows looking out in all four directions. There were four neat little balconies with resident pigeons in case the sun ever made an appearance. If he’d had one of those swivel chairs you could have seen the old town’s red tiles and the grey-blue slates of the commercial quarter and the pale marble towers of the palace perched up on its knoll and the tall masts of the merchant ships docked in the bay, all without bothering to get up. I’d have swivelled round and round and round and never got a shred of work done.
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on 2015-06-13 11:58 pm (UTC)...The man roosted in the tower of a crumbling old mansion the new campus had swallowed whole and never got around to digesting. The tower’s marble facing was long gone but I could see why the guy might like the place. His office was an octagon, with tall bookcases taking up four of the walls and picture windows looking out in all four directions. There were four neat little balconies with resident pigeons in case the sun ever made an appearance. If he’d had one of those swivel chairs you could have seen the old town’s red tiles and the grey-blue slates of the commercial quarter and the pale marble towers of the palace perched up on its knoll and the tall masts of the merchant ships docked in the bay, all without bothering to get up. I’d have swivelled round and round and round and never got a shred of work done.