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'.

Comments

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"The guy is a pig. Now, I knew this going in, I had interacted with him previously in the clinic. And I have regularly... I pretty much debase myself in his class on a regular basis to get an A. Not something that I am proud of, but my grades are important to me."

She stops for a moment, and then continues. "But this week his conduct has been unacceptable. When he showed up for class naked yesterday, I let that slide. Inappropriate, yes, but I've seen stranger at this school and I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. But today he insisted that the female members of class... uhhh... disrobe." She blushes slightly. "Callisto managed to get out of there fairly quickly, but I had to resort to hiding under a desk. Han Solo and Martin Blank helped me escape with a diversion, but not before I had to... I don't know what kind of action would be appropriate, but I can not continue to attend that class under these conditions, sir."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"He... what?" Spider stared at her, silently heaping every curse he knew on the head of the absent Dean of Students. "All right. I'll take care of this. Consider yourself excused from classes for the rest of the day."

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[sensethevisions]

[[OOC: Go boss!]]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, sir, for your time. I appreciate your help. My classes are done for the day, but if you need any sort of documentation, or an official complaint, I'll be in the Clinic for the rest of the day. You can reach me by my voicemail." She stands and heads for the door.

"Thank you again," she nods before exiting.