Open Sociology Lab : 11/22

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom opens the lab, still exceedingly chipper. He opens the shades and then pulls a boom box out of his bottom desk drawer, and cranks up Houses of the Holy.

He then drags two card tables out at the front of the class room.

One has a display on calculating time of death with blowfly and fleshfly development data.

One has two pies, Pumpkin and Cherry, that he, no shit, baked himself.


Pie, bugs, and Led Zeppelin. He's a happy, happy man.


[OOC: Come stop by! Bug him about anything. I am primed to write some bizarre scientific explanations for unusual phenomena today. What? I had a half day at work, and Passions starts in 20 minutes. *heh*]

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[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Can I have a piece of cherry? *Said casually, leaning against the door.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Does not girlishly giggle.

"Sara, hi," he smiles and stands up, ushering her in with a gesture. "You can have all the pie you want."

He begins to cut her a slice.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

She's his cherry pie--oh, I'm going to hell for that.

*She accepts the plate with a smile of thanks.* Going anywhere over the break?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm rocking out to Zeppelin, not Warrant. *smirk*

"No, I'm afraid. My mother has a boyfriend, apparently, and is spending the holiday with his family. I was invited, but... I'll see her at Christmas. And you?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Nothing but the rattle of the office heater. Woe.

*She shakes her head.* My brother does his own thing--we were never big on holidays in my family.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He gives her a soft smile, and then realizes he can actually touch her without getting smacked for it, so he runs a hand soothingly down her arm.

"Would you like to come over for dinner? I was going to make myself a steak and call it a day, but if you wanted to have a real meal..."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

And here I was just planning on stir-fry and rice. *She laughs a bit. Not as nervous as she might have been.* How about we each make our own thing and just eat together?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"That works," he says, glad he doesn't have to try and figure out tofurkey. Even the word kind of hurts his brain.

"Do you watch football?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

If by watch you mean mock, then yes, I do. *A wider grin.* Most Thanksgivings, I just watch the parades.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, it is the Lions. They are mockable by definition," he smiles, and then realizes she may not even know what he's talking about. "But we can watch the parades... or whatever. Those balloons can contain 15,000 cubic feet of helium and weigh over 500 pounds."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Seems like such a waste of resources, but for some reason I keep watching. My mother liked the parades... *she trails off, happy that she can remember the good times now.*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: want him to stop by?]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: snerk. and you got it!]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel knocked on the doorframe to the classroom. "Dr. Grissom?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Come in," Grissom said gruffly, remaining in his seat and gesturing Angel to sit down at one of the student desks with little formality.

"I understand you are to be called Angel now."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yessir," Angel said. He took a seat. "I - uh - thought maybe you'd want to see me before the next class session."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"That was probably an accurate assumption," he said without a hint of humor. Rising up from his chair, he walked around and stood in front of his desk, arms crossed in front of him.

"Let me be very clear, if it were in my hands, not only would you not be allowed back into my class, you'd be incarcerated and awaiting trial. That being said, you will be allowed back into class with several caveats. Your absence last week is unexcused. Another, and you will be removed from the class with a failing grade. You will be expected to complete all your coursework on time. Your previous marks stand. If you have an issue with your standing at any time, I expect you to approach me first. Do we have an understanding, Angel?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel nodded. He looked as though he'd been expecting as much. "Yes."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I've seen a lot of men on Death Row 'find Jesus' close to the end. I find the reemergence of your 'soul' ... convenient," he said in a serious but obviously sarcastic tone.

"I am not foolish enough to threaten you, either physically or academically. But you have had your supposed second chance with me already, and you failed. I will treat you with the minimum amount of respect that is required. If I could toss you out on the street, I would do so, and to be frank, I would have immediately resigned my position upon hearing I was required to allow you back into class, if not for the fact I have grown to care about my other students and subsequently their safety. Make no mistake, if it is revealed you have been once again manipulating this situation for your own benefit, or even if your story about your soul is true and you somehow lose it again, I will join those who wish to eliminate you from this campus, in one way or another, without a second thought."

He paused, and his tight expression turned into a frown. "Do you have anything you'd like to add?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel folded his hands on the desk in front of him. Anyone looking close would have noticed tension in the grip. Anyone who knew him well, which was precisely nobody at school, would've known it was nerves.

"I - uh - don't know Bris - Dean Bristow's requirements," Angel said, "but if you're not comfortable with me around my classmates I could maybe ask him if there's another way I could fulfill my requirements for the class. Something that would be better for you."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately, I do not have the power to keep you... quarantined... from the rest of the students, so it would be foolish to keep you out of class. And I am personally more comfortable having you where I can see you," he says in a matter-of-fact tone. "You may even enroll in another of my courses next term if you see fit. But know where we stand. If we have a problem, you will know it immediately. If not, you will be treated by your professor like any other student, even if the man behind that title feels quite differently."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel nodded. His hands didn't move from their position. "Okay. Is - is there work I should be doing? To make up for what I missed?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"You will not be allowed to make up last week's session. However, as you know, the class is pass/fail, and your coursework thus far has been good enough to keep you above the failing mark with the missing grade, so the point is moot. The homework assignment for next week is to find a website you believe to be deviant and prepare a short essay on why. I expect you to complete the assignment to the best of your abilities."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Angel said. "Is there a word count?"