Office Hours

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Dean Bristow's Professor Jerusalem's Office Hours.

The Professor has made himself at home in the small office with his name on it that he has not, to date, been seen in so much as once. He has his laptop open and is typing furiously, but the sign on the door reads 'Office Hours, the Professor is IN'.

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[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa knocks hesitantly. "Professor Jerusalem, may I come in?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Come in," Spider gestured absently to her and indicated a low, over-stuffed chair. "And you are...?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Lisa Cuddy, sir. I'm a student." She nods gratefully and takes a seat. "I heard that Dean Bristow is out of town, but there is an issue I feel the administration must be made aware of immediately. Is it appropriate to ask you for assistance?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider glanced around his disused office. "That's why I'm here, Miss Cuddy, or so I'm told." He sighed and took a sizeable swallow from the mug by his elbow. "What do you need?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus knocks on the door.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Enter." Spider glanced up. "Ah. Angelus. What brings you to my doorway?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Two things," Angelus said as he came into the room. "The first is I need to know what steps to take to drop a class. Don't know if you got my voicemail about that?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Haven't been near the machine today," Spider admitted. "My bad. Dropping a class?" He frowned. "Midterms are coming up and it might adversely affect your grade to drop at this point, but that would probably depend on the class and the professor. You can fill out a form for the actual act of dropping, but the grade issue would probably be between you and the professor in question."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[CJ comes in with Callisto in tow. She's quietly angry...the scary kind of angry for anyone who knows CJ]

Professor Jerusalem, we have quite a problem. Coach Ash demanded Miss...Callisto strip naked in front of the Art class todya. I don't think I need to tell you that even asking that of a minor is opening up a can of worms we don't want to deal with.

[She sits]

Are you aware of Ash's behavior lately?

((ooc:must slow time as Callisto-mun is sleeping))

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"A call has already gone out to Rover, thanks to a student complaint." Spider told her, looking at her over the top of his glasses. "He will be dealt with as soon as I can get my hands on him. Literally."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a wicked half smile] I'm so very glad to hear that. ((over his glasses?!?[diez]))

Still, I think you should hear Callisto out. She was provoked to violence. after Friday, I kind of think you should listen with a soft ear...

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han swallowed hard and knocked at the door of Spider's office.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Holding his head in his hands by this time and imagining the various tortures Dean Bristow was hopefully undergoing, Spider mumbled, "Come in?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Sir? It's about Coach Ash. It's my fault." The words tumble out in a rush after this confession. "I knew I should have hauled him into to the clinic Sunday. I didn't think he'd be allergic to the irrigator, it's programmed for basic human stock."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee walks in looking furious. "May I have a minute of your time, sir?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"... does it involve public nudity, the library or strange alien devices?" Spider eyed him worriedly.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee is taken aback. "Well, it happened in the library," he fumes. "I would like to state my complaint about Professor Ash and his most ungentleman-like behavior. If this school employes such filth my father will kick your ass, I may have to put in for a transfer back to Caprica High. I will NOT condone professors who speak of women as if they are sexually driven animals nor will I accept sexual harrassment about how absolutely magnificent my arms are!"

Lee is breathless now and wishes he could punch something. Gods.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Dropping by the office, Krycek knocks lightly and leans in the door. "Boss?" He smirks, seeing him alone, and walks in. "Did you even know you had an office before today?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Ha ha. I'm laughing. See me, I laugh. Coffee," Spider told him, shoving the large mug toward him. "Please."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Completely used to the inability to function even on a basic level without coffee, Krycek picked up the mug. "Nine sugars, right?" He didn't even let Spider answer before he disappeared out the door.

...And ten minutes later he was back, carrying the mug as well as a nearly industrial sized thermos, which he set down on the corner of the desk. "If you're going to be in here the next few days, might think of transferring one of the machines over." He looked fairly cheerful - nearly disgustingly so - if moving around a little awkwardly.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After work, Duce breezes into Spider's office after assuring herself he's not busy with a student. There's a large box under one arm. On one side is written, "Spider's Survival Kit" in red marker. Thunking it on his desk, she shoots him a cheeky grin and heads out, without a word.

(ooc: cigarettes, pastries, a bucket of some sort of vile looking meat-product food that's still warm, a bottle of Everclear 190, a large bottle of extra-strength asprin, and a dart gun.)

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Dear Duce, I love you lots. So does Spider.))

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover rolled on.*

*he had coach contained.*

*secured as the professor asked.*

*but what to do now?*

*rover bounced up the stairs.*

*and waited outside the office until the professor would see him.*

*and he wiggled.*

*in a deflated kind of way.*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Rover." Spider eyed him quizzically. "I hope you have Professor Williams secreted somewhere... are you in need of a tire pump?"

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover wiggled with less enthusiasm.*

*holding the coach in rover null space was flattening.*

*bucking up to soldier rover on, he bounced.*

*to indicate where the coach was, rover warped and stretched into funny shapes.*

*and waited for instruction.*