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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[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Eyes widening at the question, he says, "Ye-es. I do. Marty gave me one, back last term. When he was teaching me to shoot."

He gives her a suspicious, questioning look. "Why?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She grins wider. "Bring it. I'll see you after class at my car...in the lot. And you want to raise hell? I'm your girl."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

A little voice nags in Geoff's head that whatever it is CJ has planned, bringing along a gun cannot possibly be advisable.

Geoff, however, is tired of listening to that little voice.

"You're on. Tomorrow at your car, after sixth period. Anything else I should bring?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Nothing. Leave all your baggage here for the day. You, me...and whatever. It'll be fun." Her eyes sparkle almost like they did when she was seventeen showing him chewed up gummi worms, except now it's tempered a bit with...wickedness? Wisdom? Knowing the system.

Oh, this can't be good at all.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff grins. "I have no doubt about that, milady."

The troubles will still be there when he gets back, but quite possibly he'll be in a better frame of mind to deal with them.

And if not...at least he'll have had some fun.