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Teacher's Lounge Mingle/Meeting, Sunday

[Sinbad sprawls onto the chair of the Teacher's lounge. He hmms softly as he noticed the rather high temperature - 85 degrees Fahrenheit, with a stretch of an arm, he reached over and cranks it down to 77, realizing that really would be too hot for most of the staff.

There's a coffee machine with hours old coffee by the door, a corkboard littered with the finest examples of Passive-Aggressiveness in English, and inspirational posters that made the Djinn's eyes roll.

He stifles a yawn as he nurses a mug of coffee in one hand, and with the other he flips through the rather large stack of memos about the new transfers for any special consideration, meetings, repeat warnings to stop messing with the thermostat among other things]

Another Semester, another crop of students, I should get the surveys printed for my class... I'm surprised a Dryad hasn't marched in to complain about the waste of paper.

((ooc: Mingling for the teachers))

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Ah, if you'd prefer, I can fill that roll.

[ Says the witch marching into the room with an inhumanly tall stack of papers balanced on one hand. ]

Need a little hand with that stack?

[He glances up from a folder marked 'Special Concerns: New Transfers']

Hm? Oh, no, it's alright.

[ By all strains of logic, the pile should be teetering over and covering her with papercuts. But it magically stays upright. Because just that. ~*~magic~*~ ]

"We're killing trees, you know!"

[He starts crackings up at that, taking a sip off coffee - and frowns at the bitter taste of an over-brewed cup of joe, and fetched a flask from his hip, pouring a bit of it's contents into the mug before placing it back]

We better watch for the Wrath of Trees.

I would not be surprised if a nature spirit did attempt to curse us.

I think Administration has that in hand. [Read: Jones probably stared down anybody who was going to raise a fuss.

Anthony's taking his time making sure his curriculum is in hand, meticulously going over folders full of folders full of papers, occasionally sticking his hand out seconds before a single sheet is blown away by the A/C to catch it.]

Somehow, I'm not surprised you're behind on your work, Sinbad. [That's... at least a quarter joking. At best.]

[He waves off the quarter-joking with a lazy wavy of his hand - memorizing which of the new transfers are ordinary humans for future reference]

Not particularly, given the kind of curriculum I teach, I need to make sure everyone's on the same page.

Fair's fair. What books are you going over this year? I'd rather not have students more engrossed in your curriculum than mine. While in my classroom.

[Bitter? Anthony? Naaaaahh.]

It really depends on the reading level of the class, that's what the surveys are for, along with general interest - can't really engage the class if a book bores them to tears.

[He grins that not-really-bitterness in Anthony's tone]

I was thinking long as they handle it something by Jules Verne, and perhaps John Carter of Mars to start.

Ah, well. Here I was worried you were going to go more with Meyers and Rowling, not Verne and Burroughs. Certainly a better alternative.

[He'll continue to eschew actual eye contact to keep going over all of his finals.] Anybody you forsee causing trouble, or have you not gotten to the new transfers yet?

[Weird question coming from the guy who can fuck with time, but he's been reminded on many, many occasions not to because, y'know. Causality.]

Rowling I might go over in comparison, but -

[He shook his head thinking of Meyers]

Three years ago, that's all anyone wanted to talk about, I am glad the hype died down. Might also bring in Treasure Island as a back up if it seems like the mortals are into pirates again. As for the transfers...

There is one human who had a bad wake up call to the supernatural, An English girl of unknown species - records suggest she might be a troublemaker - odd. There's no parental or legal guardian information for this young man here.

[Duncan is wandering into the teacher's lounge for coffee, because he drinks coffee like it's going out of style. "hey duncan, maybe your stupid caffeine addiction is why you're so high-strung all the time--" SHUT UP HE DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM]

[anyway, he walks in, sets his motorcycle helmet on the table, and continues on to the coffee machine to refill his travel mug, giving Sinbad a mumbled greeting on the way.] Mornin'.

[he returns to the table, setting his mug down. starts to shrug off his motorcycle jacket, but hesitates and then zips it up instead before walking over to the thermostat. he conservatively adjusts it to an even 80. ("conservatively.")]

[then he walks back over to the table and sits down to drink his coffee.]

[He tries not to roll his eyes when Duncan cranked the thermostat up, he'll let someone else fight him over it this time around]

Morning. We're going over the transfer's files now if you're interested.

[Duncan knows someone will always fight him on it eventually. But he keeps trying because he knows he can get away with it for at least a little while before someone steps in.]

Yeah, sure.

[he switches chairs to sit next to Sinbad, for better access to the stack of papers.]

Any interesting ones so far?

[ See now. See now, man, here comes the eternal disagreement. "Which one of us is made more uncomfortable by the temperature thanks to our unwilling trips to pocket dimensions.' It was fucking hot and fucking stuffy in Hokkai. pleasedontstuffherbackinhokkaiitwascrampedanduncomfortableandlonely. ]

Must you?

[ok but have you considered: lovecraftian horrors who are colder than absolute zero somehow??]

Must I what?

[he knows damn well what.]

[ mOTIONS TO THE THERMOSTAT DON'T PLAY DUMB, MAN ]

Sorry, I keep forgetting this shit is staffed entirely by fucking polar bears.

[he's not moving to change it, though.]

[Duncan. Duncan, can you not. The budget must be considered and that counts for energy as well.

Tony's just gonna... quietly walk up and undo the thermostat down to 72°. That should be fine.

One of these days he's going to request HR or tech or whoever to put a damn keypad lock on this thing.]

[like that would stop him]

[the thing about swapping the heat to a lower temp than what the room's at is that it will immediately start blowing cold air. Duncan's sitting close enough to a vent that it doesn't take long at all for that to start feeling uncomfortable.]

[he pushes himself up from the table to go crank the heat back up. 78, just high enough to get it to stop blowing cold air.]

[YOUR MOVE, TONY.]

[An uncommon sight in the teacher's lounge is the librarian. However, it seems she's brought her own mug of some sort of vanilla-scented tea with her. She makes the reason for her appearance outside of the stacks of books and her cluttered desk pretty obvious.

She glances at the...large stack of papers.]

I'd like to see the files on the new transfers when you're done, if you don't mind.

[Maybe there'd be something she hasn't seen before. Minds to pick, powers to observe. Something new to learn about.]

Certainly. I notice there seems to be a ordinary human that just learned about our existence among the transfers.

[He picks out the files from the mess he already went through and handed it over as he sips from his own mug]

Still not used to seeing you outside the library.

Is it really that surprising? It's bound to happen sooner or later in most cases.

[She takes the offered papers, scanning through them fairly quickly.]

There are unfortunately, times I must venture out of it.

It isn't, but something we have to be delicate about considering it wasn't always due to a benevolent fairy godmother.

[He pulls out the master copy of his first day of semester survey, and scans over it - no need to change details, but he rarely does]

I'll be calling in the books I'll need within the next few days.

I suppose.

[It certainly could have been worse.]

As will everyone else, I assume.

[At some point or another, Nanoha enters with her own stack of paperwork. For someone who's only been at the whole teaching thing a couple of years herself, she's got everything in rather efficient order and moves as if everything's fairly routine to her by this point.]

Hello, everybody!

[She proclaims it brightly. Loudly. Probably more enthusiastically than most people would anticipate.] I hope everyone's primed and ready!

[Nanoha certainly is. Is it Monday yet?]

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