Office #2 at the school, Thursday mid-morning.

[biotic_psychotic]

[CW/TW: Jono's thread goes some dark places. Torture/etc.]

Jack had decided on office hours so once she hit the coffee shop for the largest to-go cup they had she went and camped out in her spartan school office. After about twenty minutes she became bored and out of coffee. Examining the lock on her door, she pulled a multi-tool from her pocket and began disassembling it. Once it was off the door she took pictures of the whole rig and reassembled it. It was tossed carelessly into the bottom desk drawer.

The door was propped open with the wastecan. From another pocket came a tennis ball. Leaning back in her desk chair, she began doing a slow bounce with it from floor to wall and back to her hand.

The teacher is in.

[Open office hours!]

Comments

[biotic_psychotic]

"I'm not from Earth. I kind of have an idea where Singapore is. Mostly cuz isn't all of fucking Asia in one place?"

No, Jack.

"My Earth's mostly just an overpopulated shithole filled with humans," she noted. "Dragons sound cool."

Dragons were not cool.

[furnaceface]

//Ah... we'll find it on a map later,// he offered her, diplomatically. //And dragons can be cool. So long as they're small and purple and not large and horrible.//

Lockheed could stay.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Do they still breathe fire and melt people when they're little and purple?" Jack asked suspiciously.

[furnaceface]

//What kind of dragon would they be if they couldn't?//

Honestly, now.

[biotic_psychotic]

"The stupid kind," Jack retorted.

[furnaceface]

//Well, near as I can remember, Lockheed isn't that.//

Look, Jono didn't get that invested in what his former coworkers could and couldn't do.