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jaegerbombdad) wrote2013-09-05 09:10 am
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Office Hours, Thursday
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!))
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!))
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Okay, Zee had never met the moose before in her life. She wasn't even sure there WAS a moose, but people kept referencing it. But maybe that might serve as a good excuse for....anything. Who expected moose to be reasonable?
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=Anyone? Anything?=
::You know I'm not good at lying!::
=Right. Zhahar?=
*I'm thinking!*
=Think faster!=
*Stall harder!*
"...Can I ask what happened to your arm? Did you get that fighting?"
SHE WAS TRYING HER BEST HERE!
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::What are you doing?!::
"Most teachers aren't really worried about it, so long as the number of students on the roster and the number of students in the class add up."
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It wasn't an answer and yet it utterly was.
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NFB from here, please!
She was rambling a little, putting the grand reveal off until she had to. Unlike her sisters, who had only told people they'd trusted, Zeela was telling the secret first and hoping the trust came later.
"Sholeh is the sister on the records," she explained, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. Zhahar is our older sister. She's like me; going to school here without anyone realizing it officially." She should probably stop dragging this out. "I guess you'll probably want to meet Sholeh first?"
And then Hercules got to watch the delightful transformation as one sister faded and the other came into view.
"Hi, Mr. Hansen," Sholeh said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Umm, I hope you'll keep our secret?"
Re: NFB from here, please!
Re: NFB from here, please!
*I'm not coming out,* Zhahar announced. *If this all turns to tears, at least we'll have one aspect he can't point out.*
"We are Tryad, the three-in-one." Sholeh looked at him, drawing up every ounce of courage she possessed in order to speak so sharply to a teacher, "And it is not your place judge us for our secrecy. Where we come from, people die when they're found out. Even here, we prefer to be careful. It's safer for us and everyone we left behind at home."
Re: NFB from here, please!
Re: NFB from here, please!
A moment later, her featured blurred and then Zeela was in view again. If any of them were going to get yelled at, it was her.
[I am so sorry! I thought I had hit enter on this! Apparently not!]