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Herc had an office now! Of course, Herc had had an office before coming to the island, it was just...Stacker's office, and he couldn't quite shake the feeling that at any moment Stacker was going to walk in and tell him to get out of his chair. This office was blissfully free of emotional associations. So far, his main association with this office was the cake someone had left in his chair, which he'd luckily found before he sat down. It had been delicious, even if he'd let Max eat approximately half of it.

He was expecting at least one visitor today, but while he waited for her he would be trying to figure out exactly how to structure this class and write up a syllabus--on the computer, because typing one-handed was less awkward than trying to write things out with his off hand.

He'd already set up a dog bed for Max in one corner, where the bulldog could be found alternately chewing on a toy and napping.

((Open office is open!))

Date: 2013-09-05 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com
"Mr. Hansen?" Raleigh said, poking his head into the office. And wasn't 'Mr. Hansen' just the most horrifying thing to hear from him ever?

Date: 2013-09-05 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com
Zeela had given a lot of thought to just skipping this meeting because she hadn't come up with any better way to handle this in the meantime. But the problem was that she really, really wanted to take this class and if she didn't show up, Mr. Hansen would bench her for sure.

Plus, maybe if she were there, she could help obfuscate things a bit more?

Okay, she was grasping at straws now.

"Mr. Hansen?" she asked, lurking in the doorway. "You wanted to see me?"


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