Room 411, during classes [NFB]

[sneerkite]

So far, everything Steerpike had done had been a grand success. He was riding high on his own evilness. Which might explain why he, dressed in those damned blacks, was breaking into Mac's room with a grocery bag full of raw cuts of beef.

Let's see, raw t-bone under her pillow. Bits of ground sirloin in her desk drawers. Meat, meat, everywhere, and it would probably start to smell.

That accomplished, he slipped back outside and went to go change clothes again. He was starting to run late for work, after all.

[ooc: establishy. Room modded with permission. NFB. Yay!]