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Hannibal hadn't bothered to ask for a new office; his old one would do just fine. It had a nice open window, perfect decor...hm, maybe actually a few years out of date, he should rectify that...and plenty of room to work.

It also had a new occupant, but details. He'd even let the man have the desk for the moment. He was in one of the armchairs instead, having made tea and put on light classical music. He was available if any of his students' guests wanted to speak with him.

He was ignoring Mr. Sims' occasional glowers in his direction.

Hannibal's office was open!

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon wanted...well, no. Jon felt he ought to make himself available in case any of his students' guests wanted to meet him. He very much wanted to be back in his flat.

Especially once he got to his office and found someone else there.

"You, um. I was...I was assigned this office last year."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow. "I was assigned it years ago. And I see you haven't removed my decor."

"It...it seemed nice enough. Look, you, um."

"Are you saying there isn't enough room for both of us?" Said with a vaguely pleasant, vaguely threatening smile.

"No, I...um. Well okay, fine."

Jon's office was open for visitors!

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!]

biotic_psychotic

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!]

locointhecoco

~~Omg, I remembered to post office hours!~~

Pinkie was hard at work at her computer -- making good use of her pony-sized keyboard -- looking for a good topic for next week's class. She'd managed to stumble onto footage of the Democratic National Convention, and was absorbed completely in watching the speeches.

"I don't know anything about what they're talking about, but they sound great to me!"

[ooc: Open, but will be slow today]

carbontelepath.livejournal.com

Emma was bored (and tired of competing with Ares' handmaidens in terms of clothlessness) so she wandered up to the school and rediscovered her office. It really needed redecorating. And a bar.

She leaned back in her chair and rested her legs on her desk. Someone had left a Desmesnes book lying around in the lobby and Emma was bored enough to start reading. Soon she was completely absorbed by the elegant blonde's fight for her man. She really disliked the red-haired feisty heroine though.

ooc: OMG so open.

konoha-flash.livejournal.com

The door stood open as always. The only real difference in the room from before was now the Lucky Cat sat in front of the desk so that people saw it first off as they came in.

Inside Yondaime pursed his lips as he perused the papers sitting on his desk with a strange seriousness for the blond ninja. He bit his lip as the concentrated, grabbing one paper and then writing something down before grabbing another looking it over and writing something else. He stopped for a moment his eyebrows furrowing down in deep concentration and then the light bulb went on over his head and Yondaime grinned.

"Done!" He proclaimed as he wrote something and threw down the pencil with a flourish.

Indeed Yondaime had successfully finished the newspaper crossword puzzle.

[ooc: Open of course~!]

Current Mood: geeky

konoha-flash.livejournal.com

Things were looking promising in his class. Yondaime whistled slightly as he went over the possible team combinations from what he could tell from the students thus far, though with the information he had so far it wasn't really permanent. He leaned back into his chair with a content sigh, glad that the Gama's hadn't thought to start bugging him in his office. Still he had been hoping that at least someone would poke their head in.

[ooc: I really need to start posting the night before with these things -_-; And even more OOC FWEEEE Yondaime's gonna be in the anime soooooooon /fangirling]

Current Mood: bored

romanywitch

Jenny started up her laptop, set coffee to brew, and then settled down to log in and work on some research. Maybe she'd be able to find a reference to something similar to what Su had going on. Or maybe not. Hard to know without setting up search parameters and seeing what came up, though.

Her office door is open, though, and she's interruptible.

konoha-flash.livejournal.com

Yondaime sat at his desk, feeling antsy waiting for Friday to come so he could have his first class. In the mean time he was trying to distract himself from that and the most recent news from home.

His current distraction took the form of piles of cookbooks stacked on his desk as he poured through them looking for what he wanted to have. It had been years since he'd had a real kitchen and Yondaime was looking forward to taking advantage of it.

[ooc: Open for anyone >.< sorry about getting up so late.]

Current Mood: hungry

hera-rises.livejournal.com

Dragging her materials to her office, Roslin settled in at her desk. She had managed to find a few journal articles she found very interesting, and was currently reworking her lesson plan for next week to work them in. She was also contemplating the need for an assistant.

Getting spoiled, Laura, she thought with a shake of her head. As she settled in to read, she was totally interruptable.

no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com

Thursday had finally managed to find a temporary babysitter. She would have to figure out a schedule or something, or call in Mrs Bradshaw as an absolute last resort.

So now she had an office. It had a door, a desk, a phone, a lamp and a chair. Oh, and one meagre bookshelf. She was definitely going to have to see to improving that.

Nevertheless, now she had time to read over the rest of her orientation package and finalise her class for the week.

The door was propped open in case anyone wanted to stop by.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

When Phale got pulled together to go teach his first class ever, Wilson also got up and went in to the school with him. Leaving Phale with a kiss and an assurance that he was going to be brilliant, Wilson headed on down the hallway to his own office.

Wilson also had a couch and a couple of comfortable armchairs set up in his office, along with a nice rug, leather desk chair and of course, a desk! Most importantly, he had the beloved coffee machine which in short order was pumping out the delicious scent of Jamaican Blue Mountain freshly ground and now perking.

Settling down behind his desk, he still had work to do on his lesson plans for the week and so set to it, he grinned as he took note of a familiar looking thermos sitting there as if it had always been there. Picking it up, he gave it a loving kiss, then set it down to enjoy in a bit. For now the door stood open for anyone who might need or want to wander by; one warning, the coffee mugs were not unlimited.

[ooc: Door is open and post is open for any and all, particularly TAs who might like to talk before the first classes! :)]

konoha-flash.livejournal.com

Syllabus was finished... finally! Yondaime breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into his chair looking out the window at the sky outside. Nothing much left to do until Friday now...

He pursed his lips and rested his hands behind his neck, maybe now was a good time to take a nap, or better yet read the Icha Icha Tactics that the Gama's had brought him.

[ooc: open for any and all who want to poke at Yondaime]

Current Mood: reading

a-phale.livejournal.com

Figuring it would be best to get his first day of classes off to a good start by being available to his students, Aziraphale is in his office. Which looks a lot like a very small library, actually. But there's a comfy-looking couch against the one wall that doesn't have bookcases, and also a couple of comfy-looking chairs near the one occupied by the professor. There's no desk, but there is a table nearby, which holds Aziraphale's tea.

What, you expected an actual office-looking office?

harringtongreen.livejournal.com

After watching a message from home on her minicomp, Honor sat back in her chair, puzzled expression across her features. Willie and Hamish were on their way? And why had her mother sounded so vaguely ominous? She felt more than a little uneasy about the whole thing -- especially since she'd just provided her support for a few issues coming up for a vote in the Commons. Clearly something was going on that she should know about, and it was bad enough that it took both Alexanders to break the bad news.

Sensing her concern, Nimitz sat up in her lap, placing one truehand on each shoulder. He looked her directly in the eye and he gently soothed her nerves through their link. Silly person, his eyes seemed to say.

Honor chuckled. She reached up and scratched behind his ears, shaking her head. "You're right, Stinker. I can't worry about it just now. I have to get these grades ready."

The 'cat offered a definitive nod, then swarmed off her lap and onto a far corner of the desk. He sat there, tail flicking occasionally, and watching as she filled out the spaces in her gradebook.

Despite Nimitz' efforts, however, there was still a nagging voice in her mind that Hamish and his younger brother Willie couldn't be bringing good news.

harringtongreen.livejournal.com

Because she had been forced to keep weight off her leg for extended periods of time, Honor got a lot further grading exams than she thought she would. In fact, by the time office hours were over, she had them done, and the grades recorded. She posted them outside the classroom, listed ~~handwavily~~ by student number. At the bottom of the page, she instructed those who wanted their papers back (with comments) and final grades to come to class on Monday evening. She might have also passed a knowing smirk at Andrew, recalling his sharp research skills.

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