Today has been a bit of a disappointment. First, I run over to Panera for my morning coffee and blogging. I get everything I need and, boo–the Panera page won’t go past the log-in. It was really a shame, too, ’cause I’m totally in Allison Mode, which means I have my thermal top on under my turtleneck sweater, and my little gold hoop earrings, and I could almost pull off the “I’m a horny, pissy soccer mom who’s also a clone” look. Oh, well: can’t have it all.
Then I get back to the apartment and I discover that a pair of boots I must have didn’t get shipped. Why? Maybe because the story doesn’t know how to keep track of their inventory on their web page, and they lead you to believe they have said boots when they don’t. Bummer. They were so cute, I gotta have them. Which means I now have to hunt for another pair that’s probably going to cost me an arm and a leg in the process.
Oi, such a bad morning. Lets hope the rest of the day is filled with much mirth. Or at least some happiness.
The story. Oh, yes, the story. They’re out of history class, and there was a mention of them attending algebra right after. Now it’s onto flight school, but there’s one hell of a storm blowing around outside–which is actually different from the weather for that day and time, but I changed it because–well, I wanted the storm. I have my reasons. That’s all you need to know.
Anyway: Chunnel. So named because when the tunnel was opened on the same day the first breakthrough happened at the English Channel Tunnel, which was 30 October, 1990. It’s the biggest and longest tunnel at the school, and people started calling it The Chunnel about the same time the thing was opened.
It keeps the students linked to all thing south of The Pentagram. See here: when you look south, you see The Pentagram and the Old Classes to the left, the science centers, the Hanger, and the Aerodrome in the lower middle, the Flight School in the upper middle, and all the way to the right The Diamond. From Founder’s Gate at the south end of the Pentagram Wall to the Flight School is about a kilometer hike over uneven ground. And it’s raining hard. Not a lot of fun to walk at the moment.
What are students to do? Go underground.
Here’s The Chunnel is all its glory, running from the Transformation Passage straight to The Diamond. One thousand, eight hundred sixty meters long, twelve meters wide, seven meters high. For those of you not digging metrics that’s six thousand, one hundred feet–or 1.15 miles–almost forty feet wide, and twenty-three feet high. Everything is connected, so all the students have to do is hit the cut-off tunnel from The Great Hall’s lower levels to the Chunnel, hang a left about six hundred meters along, and trundle over to the Flight School.
It’s quiet, it’s fairly warm, there’s romantic low lighting, and most of all, it’s dry. You can’t even hear the storm raging overhead because you’re under a several meters of granite. Along the way two more characters will put in an appearance, and then we get to . . .
Are they going to fly in this weather?
You never know.