Teacher's Lounge Mingle/Meeting, Sunday

[ofsevenseas]

[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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[inchesofevil]

[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.]

[ofsevenseas]

[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.

[inchesofevil]

[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?

[forgottenmagia]

[ 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?

[inchesofevil]

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

Must I what?

[he knows damn well what.]

[forgottenmagia]

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

[inchesofevil]

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

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

[breepbreepbreep]

[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.]

[inchesofevil]

[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.]