A fit of Fandom whimsy had locked Cindy in her bathroom all yesterday, so she was in her office today instead, nervously tidying up her desk ( Read more... )

The end of the semester was coming up quickly, which mean Cindy had a lot of work to catch up on: tallying grades, writing up the final, figuring out what she was teaching next semester, figuring out a way to get into Special Collections ( Read more... )

Cindy (or Jeanette as she was known to the hotel staff) had slipped right back into the ebb and flow of Parisian society. It had been a little over two centuries since she'd last been in the city, fleeing from Robespierre and his dogs that ran on two legs, but the city had welcomed her back with open arms. In some places, like the parks and the ( Read more... )

Cindy was not preparing for tomorrow's lesson plan during her office hours today. Instead, she was finalizing her travel plans for her trip to Paris, making sure that her cover story for there was error-free and planning to come up with a story to tell everyone here, since 'Going to capture a probable spy for my people' wouldn't really work when ( Read more... )

The first thing Cindy did upon returning to her office was check to make sure all of her weapons were still properly hidden and accounted for. Only once she'd assured herself that no one had found them (or, at least, touched them), did she settle in and start working on an outline for the class. And since this class had begun with an argument ( Read more... )

It was probably best not to ask what the ratio of booze to coffee was in Cindy's thermos this morning. Hopefully, by the end of the day (when she transferred from booze-and-coffee to booze-and-other-beverages), she wouldn't be able to explain what a ratio actually was. That was her goal anyway. Right now, since she might have students visiting, she ( Read more... )

Well, there went her discount for keeping her kitchenette pristine. If anyone ever needed a home-cooked meal, it was Henry. And while Cindy could happily never spend another minute of her life cooking or cleaning or doing anything else that reminded her of Before, there was also a part of her that looked to the old familiars in an emotionally ( Read more... )

Contrary to even her expectations, Cindy was actually working on her class stuff today. The midterm was next week, and she didn't actually have the slightest idea what she should do for it. They would finish up Act I tomorrow, which was good. Hopefully, that would give the students enough to work with for the exam.

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