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fandomhigh2019-01-10 10:12 am
biotic_psychotic) wrote in fandomhigh2019-01-10 10:12 am
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Office #2 at the school, Thursday mid-morning.
The squirrels had delivered a note and a key from the office telling her that she'd been assigned an office and where it was.
She had a classroom. What the heck did she need an office for? Jack went to investigate it anyway. She found it easily enough. It was right around the corner from the stairs and near the bathrooms. She gave an indelicate snort. If they expected her to police whether kids were smoking in there, they had chosen the wrong teacher for that. She'd confiscate the cigarettes, sure, because free cigarettes but she wasn't going to rat the kids out for it. She saw her job more as keeping them from getting lung cancer before they graduated than imposing a moral edict.
Even she had a few morals but anti-smoking wasn't one of 'em.
The door was a plain industrial wooden door. The lock looked absolute garbage; she could pick that thing in about three seconds with a fingernail alone. Still. It was now the door to her office.
Firing up her Omni, she held it over the door at eye-height and slowly passed it over. Her Omni had far less capabilities than Kaidan's and was more the equivalent of one of the antique cell phones people around here used and she mostly had it as an at-hand medigel dispensary, but it could print in any of the materials stored in it.
Her name appeared under it, bonded to the wood in shiny chromatic plastic. "JACK ZERO". Smirked at it once she'd accomplished her tiny bit of vandalism and then let herself into the office with the key. The key turned too loosely in the lock. She was definitely replacing that lock. She'd even make sure the office got a copy of the key when she did it. A new lock would at least make picking it a challenge. Jack didn't plan to keep anything here that she couldn't live without. She knew students.
It'd be a place to put the swear jar, at least.
Inside was clean but hadn't been repainted. She could see outline by way of faded paint around squares and rectangles where whoever'd had the office last had hung things on the walls. There were file drawers - empty, she checked - a bookshelf, a desk, and a half-decent desk chair that wasn't all sagging cushions and exposed springs. Swank!
She checked the drawers of the desk and then pulled them all out and set them on the floor beside her while she investigated the rest of the cabinet. Partly looking for secret compartments and partly looking for places she could install some.
[Open!]
She had a classroom. What the heck did she need an office for? Jack went to investigate it anyway. She found it easily enough. It was right around the corner from the stairs and near the bathrooms. She gave an indelicate snort. If they expected her to police whether kids were smoking in there, they had chosen the wrong teacher for that. She'd confiscate the cigarettes, sure, because free cigarettes but she wasn't going to rat the kids out for it. She saw her job more as keeping them from getting lung cancer before they graduated than imposing a moral edict.
Even she had a few morals but anti-smoking wasn't one of 'em.
The door was a plain industrial wooden door. The lock looked absolute garbage; she could pick that thing in about three seconds with a fingernail alone. Still. It was now the door to her office.
Firing up her Omni, she held it over the door at eye-height and slowly passed it over. Her Omni had far less capabilities than Kaidan's and was more the equivalent of one of the antique cell phones people around here used and she mostly had it as an at-hand medigel dispensary, but it could print in any of the materials stored in it.
Her name appeared under it, bonded to the wood in shiny chromatic plastic. "JACK ZERO". Smirked at it once she'd accomplished her tiny bit of vandalism and then let herself into the office with the key. The key turned too loosely in the lock. She was definitely replacing that lock. She'd even make sure the office got a copy of the key when she did it. A new lock would at least make picking it a challenge. Jack didn't plan to keep anything here that she couldn't live without. She knew students.
It'd be a place to put the swear jar, at least.
Inside was clean but hadn't been repainted. She could see outline by way of faded paint around squares and rectangles where whoever'd had the office last had hung things on the walls. There were file drawers - empty, she checked - a bookshelf, a desk, and a half-decent desk chair that wasn't all sagging cushions and exposed springs. Swank!
She checked the drawers of the desk and then pulled them all out and set them on the floor beside her while she investigated the rest of the cabinet. Partly looking for secret compartments and partly looking for places she could install some.
[Open!]