Professor Chaucer's Office Hours, Tuesday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Professor Chaucer is in his office throughout the afternoon today (any time fifth period or later, until his eighth period class). However, the door is closed. If you could see through the door, you'd see that he's asleep with his head on his arms at his desk. Pity the poor poet. He's having a bad year.

(Seriously. Chaucer is not in a good place right now. He is not a good person to come to for advice. He will not take kindly to antics or practical jokes. If you come to emo at him, he will emo back at you. And he has an excellent vocabulary for emo. He is, after all, a poet. However, if you are very nice and bring him coffee and no bad news, he may wake up long enough to look sad and say thank you.)


[OOC: Mun is unwell today. Periods of radio silence may occur.]

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe, being Phoebe, brings Geoff in a thermos of coffee and pats his shoulder before going back out.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff raises his head and smiles. As Phoebe leaves, she hears a soft, "Thanks, Phoebe."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe stops and turns to him. "Anytime, Geoff. That's what friends are for," she says softly. "I'm here to talk to if you need me, okay?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

He nods, giving her a sad smile. "Thanks. Not today, I don't think. But...maybe later."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nods in understanding. "Anytime, Geoff. My phone and my door are always open to you."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki, looking in, sees the depressed poet and stands in thought for a moment. She then goes back to her room and digs out a package of Oreos and brings them down for him. Because those are even better than coffee.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

He looks up when Kiki returns, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Are you doing better, Kiki? I got a call from your friend at the bookshop, and he said you'd been sick."

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"Yes, much, thank you," Kiki replies with an encouraging smile. She'd tell him more, but he doesn't look like he needs to hear it. She plunks the package of Oreos on his desk, the opened end towards him. "Cookie? They always make me feel better."

Given how many theraputic biscuits she's needed lately, it's a good thing Kiki has an insanely fast metabolism.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The fact that Kiki thought to bring the cookies and try to cheer him makes Geoff feel better than the cookie itself probably would -- although that's really the point of it, isn't it? -- and he nods and takes one. "Thank you. I know we should be doing your independent study meeting today, but...I don't think this would be a good day for it. Are you free later in the week?"

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

"That's okay, because I'm still so far behind on everything, I could use the extra time," Kiki answers, taking an Oreo herself. "And I'm completely free on Thursdays now, since I don't have a job anymore."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel came by Chaucer's office to ask for a suggestion on a good poem for Phoebe, but once he peered inside and saw him asleep, he headed back to the library to find something.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Bel, is there something you needed?"

Geoff looks up. Normally he'd just let whomever it was go, but Bel was a friend of Phoebe's, and Phoebe was a friend of Geoff's.

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't want to disturb you," Bel said. "I was just looking for a poem to send to Phoebe and thought you might have a good suggestion. Something that says she's beautiful and I love her, stuff like that."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Let me see..." The request perks him up a little, and he turns his chair to pull a book off the shelf behind him. "Off the top of my head, I'd suggest maybe Byron? She Walks in Beauty is a good one." He lays open the book to show Bel one of the poems in it.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

[demonbelthazor]

"That sounds great!" Bel said, smiling. "I think she'll really like that. Can I make a copy of it?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige has brought not only coffee but muffins too, not that she's worried he's not eating properly or anything, she's just a very good temporary house guest.

she sits on the other side of the desk, "eat."

((sorry you're not feeling well))

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Since he hasn't eaten since Monday in Baltimore, it's good that Geoff has such a thoughtful temporary house guest. He raises his head and gives Paige a wry smile.

"Yes, m'lady. Eating." He takes a muffin and picks at it. "Thank you for looking after Cash. I'm sorry you got stuck with that -- I'll be more on top of things after this."


[Thank you :)]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She gives him a small smile, "It's okay, my teachers were suprisingly cool with me bringing him to class and he's not the worse company I've ever had. I thought maybe I'd pick us up something for dinner tonight, if you want, cos otherwise it's going to involve me cooking and I'm sure neither of us wants that."

And yes she's not asking him how he is cos she iknows how he is and if that's verbalised to her she's likely to cry and that's not good in any way at all, for either of them.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Well, they probably thought he was another student," Geoff answers wryly. "That would be...fine, Paige. Nice. If you really want to. I don't want you to go to any trouble over it. Dinner I mean."

He realizes he's babbling and takes a sip of the coffee to cover it. "How are you doing?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smirks a little, "yeah maybe but it's fine, I mean I need to eat, you need to eat, this way we both get to eat and since I'm staying at the shop I might as well get something for both of us."

She considers his question for a few moments before answering, she'd not really thought much about she was, that was one of the good things about worrying about someone else, you didn't have to worry about yourself. "I'm pretty good considering, I could do without having been kicked out of my room my James but other than that."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Pushy and with the luxury of sharing a door, she opens it without knocking and steps through. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees him.

"Oooh, mon poet have you got consumption?" she smiles softly, trying to make light of it, but her eyes convey how worried she is. That...this isn't like Geoff at all.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff looks up and gives CJ a tired smile. "Milady. No, I'm not ill. Just...tired." He waves toward the chair. "I haven't seen you a little while. Are you still hunting my head? Should I call security?" he asks, teasingly.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"You don't need to call...wait. that cute mountie? Yeah. Call him. Call him now." She ignores the chair and sits on the edge of his desk, running her fingers through his hair. "Really not. I'm over and past it. You did a good thing, even if I didn't like it. Can I return the favor? I understand tired." she says softly.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the cute mountie," Geoff answers. He rubs at his face and shakes his head a little. "I wish you could, CJ. But at this point, there aren't enough closets in the world to fix it."

He closes his eyes for a minute, and shakes his head again. "It'll pass. I'm just...right now I'm just tired."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"This too shall pass. My mom used to say that when I was little. It never really helped when I was hurting." Gentle fingers tangle in his soft curls and then let them fall...only to repeat the motion.

She sits for a long time, just touching him in silence. Tired she knows. Alone isn't good, but sometimes words just can't communicate.