Open Forum on Grief Management

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

[OOC: This is in lieu of Office Hours. Also, I don't have anything clever to say in the announcements]

In the Student Council meeting room, Dean Bristow sits behind his desk, fingers interlaced, looking vaguely apprehensive. Any and all students and faculty are welcome to come and share their feelings with each other. The likelihood that Dean Bristow will be reciprocating is a matter for the gambling experts.

"Thank you for coming. For those of you who knew Katherine Pryde, and those of you who did not... a time like this may be difficult for you. If you wish to speak openly on the topic, you may do so here."

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe comes in, looking pale and her eyes are red-rimmed.

"What would you like me to do, sir?"

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"What you can. That's all anybody can do."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce arrives, bearing another large styrofoam mug of flammable coffee. She again sets it down near the Dean, salutes him, and leaves.

Either she's too intimidated to talk to him, or she feels she has nothing to say .. or that everything she has to say can be summed up in the presentation of a cup of strong, flammable coffee.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[CJ comes in, looking distinctly unprofessional in jeans and an overszed t shirt. Still, she's all business.]

Good morning, Dean Bristow. I've come to find out if Adam still has his job, or if the schools feels he should be fired. [She sits, her gaze unwavering.]

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"He still has his job for the moment. I'm not happy with what occured, but I'm not about to disrupt the flow of things anymore than necessary right now."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Thank you sir, that's all I wanted to know. I'll leave you to the student council business. [She smiles as she leaves.]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]