Cara realised she's been neglecting that whole office hours thing, so here she was, in her office, doing vitally important preparation for her class on Thursday.

This vitally important preparation seemed to mostly involve moving a catnip-filled toy squirrel around her desk for Surreal to pounce on.

[Open door, open post.]

Cara was back in her office. Cara was also wondering which genius had designed such ill-defensible offices considering how regularly the island was invaded.

Not that she was worried about that, of course not. It was just good sense to consider these things.

Which was why she was rearranging her furniture to best fortify her office.

[Door closed ( Read more... )

Cara had an office, and while it was nowhere near as absurdly huge as her apartment, she wasn't really sure what to do with it.

Well, of course she knew what an office was for, but she was hardly swimming in paperwork, and she wasn't sure what else she was supposed to do in here all day because they didn't have Solitaire or Minesweeper or the ( Read more... )

It hadn't been a complete waste of her time, but Cara had been glad to leave the picnic behind her, in favour of actually going to the apartment she'd be staying in the next few months ( Read more... )