Room 522, Wednesday Midday
The good thing about only having classes of the non-independent-study variety on Mondays was that all the rest of the week Stephanie could stay out really late, crash early in the morning, and then not have to worry about sleeping through her alarm and doing a credible impression of the Caritas zombies (sans the far too detachable everything) throughout the school day.
Not having come home until 3 this morning for totally innocent reasons, really, that had nothing at all to do with a completely uneventful stakeout meant that it was just about lunchtime when she finally woke up and shuffled off to take a shower . . . and then came back to the room to work on her correspondence course assignments.
She suspected that 'figuring out new and clever ways to incapacitate people' wasn't exactly what the designers of this physiology course had had in mind, but for her purposes, well. That was what the big boss-man had said to do.
[OOC: Door and post are open, usual workday subject-to-SP-patches disclaimer applies, and of course details of why Steph was out late NFB, please. :)]
Not having come home until 3 this morning for totally innocent reasons, really, that had nothing at all to do with a completely uneventful stakeout meant that it was just about lunchtime when she finally woke up and shuffled off to take a shower . . . and then came back to the room to work on her correspondence course assignments.
She suspected that 'figuring out new and clever ways to incapacitate people' wasn't exactly what the designers of this physiology course had had in mind, but for her purposes, well. That was what the big boss-man had said to do.
[OOC: Door and post are open, usual workday subject-to-SP-patches disclaimer applies, and of course details of why Steph was out late NFB, please. :)]