She was a plucky girl, Davine was, let no one deny that. Not a week after hernotrape, call it surprise sex but it was NOT RAPE! I won't accept that it was!at the hands--er, tentacles--of that shapeshifting demon-monster thing called Sintor, here she was again wandering the school grounds alone. now though, she felt she was a bit wiser than before. Surely a girl jogging through the woods as the sun went down was simply asking to be notraped; I wasn't raped I never wasattacked like that! Surely this old belltower could hold no nasty surprises, right? It looked perfectly innocuous. It was a a stately old thing, fifty stories of cracked rust-red brick. Unlike many belltowers, though, this one was square in shape instead of round. thus it had corners. That was kinda fun, Davine though. Good place to sneak up on the freshmen and scare them, or play hide and seek. A tall staircase wound steadily upward, leading to a tiny platform that was probably for workers. Fascinating.

Having thus sized up her objective, Davine began to climb the steps.

Hmm...somewhat eerie how quiet it was here. Of course, really Davine ought to have expected that--out-of-the-way as this place was, it was likely to be forgotten or overlooked by all by the most dilligent of exploreres on campus. Still, it seemed sad that the old place ought to sit alone like that for who-knew how long, and apart from all the other buildings. There was another odd quirks of Davine's--she had a habit of anthropomorphizing objects or even buildings. Therefore the tower must be sad, because she herself would be sad to be abandoned like that. Strange creature.

At long last she came to the top of the stairs and pausing for breath. Davine was in decent shape, but it had been quite some time since she'd last climbed that many stairs. As she caught her breath she looked around. Odd..somehow she could've sworn she'd heard someone--footsteps approaching, maybe.

'Just the wind,' the scoffed to herself, tugging open the heavy doors with difficulty and slipping inside.

((Slavery huh? Mmmmmm-mm! Yes please!))

To one so long used to the sight of the bell--and therefore jaded and innured to it by long familiarity--the tower was perhaps none too impressive within; but to Davine it was nothing short of amazing. She'd never in her life seen machines so huge and intricate, or on so massive a scale. she felt entirely dwarfed and humbled by their size and power. Machines were almost frightening, she decided after a bit of reflection--they had the power to do anything at all they were programmed to do, didn't have weaknesses, couldn't feel pain. If programmed properly it could do some approximation of 'thinking'--running probability scans and numerical analysis and deciding on a course of action and the like--but they had no emotion to attach to it. Thus a robot would feel no remorse for any crime it committed, nor shame. It simply acted, coldly, dispassionately. Like a serial killer.

Shaking herself out of such dark contemplations, Davine studied the notes strewn about on the surfaces of the gears, aged and fading scribbles that suggested notes about the most recent repair of the machinery, its inner workings and how it was all put together. Truly fascinating. Were Davine of a more inventive frame of mind she might have studied them closer, wondering would it possible to duplicate the machinery on a smaller scale. But she was not, so instead had a look at the bell itself--an enormous metalic thing with a clapper as longer as her arm--and the view from the tiny little platform. What a view it was, too!!! The whole of the campus spread out below like some glorious scene made in miniture or painted on a massive canvas. The delicious dizzy feeling that came with leaning over high rails came to her then, and she stepped back into the main room to get her balance--when a voice spoke from behind her.

Wow. The woman standing there was gorgeous. Her lemony sundress seemed to brighten up the rather dark inside of the tower--and also gave little teasing peeks of her amazing legs and clung to her curves in all the right places--and her odd purple-blue eyes were strangely hypnotic to look at. By comparison Davine merely felt unsightly in her faded deninim short-shorts and pink bikini top. Still, the color did go well with her hair and her contacts, so she supposed it worked.

"Oh, uh, hi!! Yeah, this place is amazing!! I can't believe I'm the only one up here; you'd think more people would come wanting to check out the view."