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Format: Log
Characters: Sparda and any faculty that want to join (only)
Location: Teacher's lounge
Time: Mid-day
Summary: Teachers prepare for a long school year amongst irritable students and a particularly strange incident with a missing dorm door.
Warnings: Nope.
Perhaps it was because he was very, very old and simply not used to dealing with the very young. Perhaps it was because he was too fond of peace and quiet for his own good. Perhaps it was because of a reason he couldn't remember just yet. Whatever the reason was, Sparda rubbed his temple in a way that he knew humans did to express annoyance or exasperation. Class had gone without huge incidences, though he noticed immediately that quite a few students were... less than fond of the amount of homework he liked to give. Perhaps I should recalculate my word load based on their work ethic, he thought dimly as he nursed a steaming hot cup of tea.
The teacher's lounge was rather abandoned most of the time due to conflicting class schedules between the professors and he rather liked the peaceful environment it had. It was a beautiful room set up with plush sofas, intricately carved coffee tables and a lovely set of tea and coffee makers over in the corner. It took Sparda a few minutes of tinkering to figure out how they worked, but once he did, he was infinitely glad he did so. Tea always managed to sooth his nerves.
Characters: Sparda and any faculty that want to join (only)
Location: Teacher's lounge
Time: Mid-day
Summary: Teachers prepare for a long school year amongst irritable students and a particularly strange incident with a missing dorm door.
Warnings: Nope.
Perhaps it was because he was very, very old and simply not used to dealing with the very young. Perhaps it was because he was too fond of peace and quiet for his own good. Perhaps it was because of a reason he couldn't remember just yet. Whatever the reason was, Sparda rubbed his temple in a way that he knew humans did to express annoyance or exasperation. Class had gone without huge incidences, though he noticed immediately that quite a few students were... less than fond of the amount of homework he liked to give. Perhaps I should recalculate my word load based on their work ethic, he thought dimly as he nursed a steaming hot cup of tea.
The teacher's lounge was rather abandoned most of the time due to conflicting class schedules between the professors and he rather liked the peaceful environment it had. It was a beautiful room set up with plush sofas, intricately carved coffee tables and a lovely set of tea and coffee makers over in the corner. It took Sparda a few minutes of tinkering to figure out how they worked, but once he did, he was infinitely glad he did so. Tea always managed to sooth his nerves.