On the last offical day of the semester, The Tick entered his office for the last time. He packed up most of his books rather quickly (leaving some of the more helpful ones for dealing with students for the use of the next dean) leaving the place looking kind of empty and lacking a certain amount of Justice ( Read more... )

The Tick was sitting in a pile of what used to be his bookshelf. He wanted to see the world the way he say it the other day when he was several feet shorter and a few hundred pounds lighter.

The pile of books served as an adequate chair, though. He was comfy. And he may have been learning through his butt thanks to osmosis.

[OOC: Open!]

The Tick was standing on top of a bookcase, overseeing his office. "Here in my domain, one kid watches for evil. In the Library of the Law, I am filed under both J for Justice and YA for Young Adults! And when you get a late fee on this book, this book reads you! Your rights, that is. SPOOOON!" He then jumped from the bookcase onto his chair. " ( Read more... )

The Tick arrived bright and early Monday morning and took just enough time for whatever morning grooming rituals he generally performed before heading into his office. He also brought a new coat rack into his office to rest his brand new pith helmet on.

The past week had been, for the lack of a better term, keen, but he was glad to be back.

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The Tick was in his office, reading up on corporate sponsorship to help him understand the subject of today's assembly a bit better. Twenty minutes later, he wsa doing the maze on a restaurant placemat. In pen. He was too mature for crayons. Ten minutes later he was playing candy-themed mini=golf on the internet. A half hour later he was juggling ( Read more... )

The Tick was doing paperwork in his office. Or, rather, he was making paper airplanes and recreating great air battles. But he was using paperwork to do it.

If anyone wanted to talk to Tick, the door was open.

The Tick's door was open and he was knitting. He needed to be as good at this knitting thing as he could before he made his workshop do it, so here he was, trying it ( Read more... )

The Tick was sorting through his supplies for next session's workshop. A big box of popsicle sticks? Check. Giant tube full of glitter? Check. Blank scrapbooks? Check. Spoons? SPOOOOON! Err. Check.

If anyone needed to interrupt him for Deaning purposes, the door was open.

The Tick wasn't in his office for long today. He just had a few more limbs to attach in preparation for his workshop later on. However, the door was open and visitors were welcome.

[OOC: But not quite yet. Sleep now. Just posting this while I'm posting class to make sure I don't forget about it.]

The Tick was making a list of names for a wee-caffeine-themed superhero. Absolutely no reason why.

But he could always take a break from his list-making to help a student in need!

[OOC: My availability may or may not be shot during the day. Depends on if I can get my work computer back up to speed this morning.]