Mystique had handwavily located an office last week that would work just fine for her. It wasn't nearly as large as her old office had been, but she'd deal. At least it had plenty of windows.

She'd had the NPC janitorial staff clean the place up and rearrange the furniture to her approval. Like she was going to do manual labor herself, yah right ( Read more... )

Tim had a list on his desk of various nasty creatures and slowly narrowing it down.

His office door was open, and They Might Be Giants was playing on his stereo.

Tim hung up the phone, and rubbed the bridge of his nose worriedly. His guest speaker for Monday was all set.

He was worried however that if his students realized they couldn't kill said guest speaker, they'd turn on him.

Please let Yang behave himself. He wasn't usually much for praying, but it seemed appropriate just now.

The office door was

Tim's face had begun to look less bruisy, but his ribs still hurt when he breathed to deeply.

"Man, I'm glad Yaroslav was on our side." he muttered. His desk was littered with notes and books about Vampires and similar creatures. He didn't know if they'd show up again but he wanted to be ready.

In the meantime, his office door was open.

"No really." Tim said into the phone. "Yeah everyone seems to have seen Hobson for what he is. Yeah it's like Fandom. No, no invasions yet." He laughed, and then said; "Yeah I'll see if I can arrange one for you. See you on monday."

With that, Tim hung up, and got back to his reading.

The office is open.

"Tea sir?" Hobson offered, offering a pot that Tim knew had not been in the office when he'd arrived.

"Sure, thanks Hobson." Tim nodded. Teaching at a place like this had him feeling nostalgic for Fandom, and so he was looking at photos from that summer.

Veronica got up early, picked up a few necessary supplies and headed for her office ( Read more... )

Harry was taking it easy this week, kicking back in his desk chair with his feet up on the cluttered desk, reading, with his teapot close at hand. He did, however, have the door open in case anyone was looking for him.

((Up early so I don't forget... will ping in to any replies when I get up.))

Harry was in his office again with the door open, this time with space cleared on the desk, and an assortment of various jars and equipment set out.

About what you'd expect for a wizard's workshop, really.

((Open! I knew I'd forgotten something...))

Harry was in his office today, shifting around large piles of very old books and generally trying to bring some order to the chaos of old tomes, collections of candles, and various other weird knickknacks that were crammed on every available horizontal surface.

He didn't know what had made him want to start this effort--the wizard version of a ( Read more... )