Aaron Fleischer

His office is located on the first floor of the Steward Science and Engineering Center at Bridgeport University (a name far more impressive than the building itself), across the hall from a small auditorium and the larger of the building's labs.

The room itself is a mix of the sober and the strange. Shelves of books line every wall: books packed upon books, unceremoniously shifted and jammed into every hint of space - except for when they make way for specimen jars, esoteric obscura, and other bits of a strange osteological collection. These pieces run the gamut - tiny full-body replicas, body parts, the occasional small skull. Not all are of existing creatures - but those are almost certainly replicas. Art pieces.

Precarious towers of the dislocated books, along with the odd CD or cassette tape are stacked on the floor, pushed off into a slightly-less-crowded corner. A coffee maker, boom box, and a small microwave also occupy this area. More CDs and papers are stacked on top of the microwave.

In stark contrast to the rest of the place, his desk is neat, organized and thoroughly unremarkable. A mug of pens and pencils, scissors and the odd X-Acto knife, a desktop monitor and keyboard, a tray for papers, and a tiny Ectomobile rest on top of it. Beneath the desk sits the computer tower and the printer.

His chair is a mobile office chair, mid-back, leather; the two chairs for his guests are not.

If he's in, feel free to walk in. If the place is locked, please leave your papers in the manila envelope on his door. Right under this printout, and the odd clip of a Far Side comic or two.

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