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))

Comments

[forgottenmagia]

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. ]

[breepbreepbreep]

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.]

[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.]

[clockworkheals]

[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.]

[starlightheart]

[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?]