Samusicus Office Logicus [action]

[icequeen_aran]

[What's this? Samus doing a normal office log? Yeah pretty much.

She's been a little mopey lately and seeking PRIVATE TIME to work out this residual mope. So any time this week after class-hours you might find her holed up in her office or her classroom with the door slightly ajar, probably working on a huge piece of mechanical what-the-heck-is-

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TUESDAY, sometime after classes, door slightly ajar

[blondprodigy]

[icequeen_aran]

[Suddenly Samus was alerted to Jeff's presence by a deep and dramatic BUUURRRRRRRRRRR sound. AND NO SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE ONE OF THE... THREE MAYBE FOUR PEOPLE WHO WOULD EVEN BE ABLE TO DETECT HER MOPE. Also this is a comical stare down as Samus raises one eyebrow to another deep and dramatic BUUURRRRRRRRRRR sound.]

Hello.

[blondprodigy]

[And then another BURRRRRRRRRR as He slooooowly raises a little chocolate bar into view next to him and sets it on the desk. And then sinks back down.]

[icequeen_aran]

[Jeff Samus knows better this chocolate might turn her into a LITTLE BOY or something equally strange. But. She accepts it.]

The 9th...?

[musthatefrogs]

[Oh hey, the door might be ajar but still the behemoth outside gives it a little rap, all seven feet of him quite visible in the crack.

He's eyeing her, namely what is on her desk, which is all too intriguing for a man who spend his first life scouring the country and then the world for luminaries of weaponry.

If it even is a weapon.]

Re: The 9th...?

[icequeen_aran]

[Samus is currently engrossed on something that looks like an incomplete cannon of some kind. She raises her head at the little knock and subsequently raises an eyebrow. IT'S A HARD STARE not not one that necessarily says "get out". But close. She is wondering to what pleasure she owes this visit.]

I hope you've found a replacement chair by now.

Sep 8 after classes

[proud_soldier]

[Knock knock

There are some quick taps at the door, and even though it is ajar the intruder stands politely staring at the door waiting for a response.

Never mind that he is clearly visible through the crack of the open door. It is a blue-haireded man dressed sloppily in a half unbuttoned white dress shirt and some dark camo pants.]

[icequeen_aran]

[She lifts her head at the sound and stops working on her totally-not-a-weapony-pile-of-scrap on her desk. Upon first glance she nearly mistakes the man and his unprofessional appearance for a student.]

Gage, right?

[proud_soldier]

[He lets himself in, glancing idly at the scrap metal on her desk.]

Yep. And you're the Armed Weaponry teacher, Ms. Aran?

[icequeen_aran]

[A nod.] What brings you here?

10th, afternoon-ish

[midnitepsych]

[Weavile walked down the hallway, a couple boxes of cookies in his hands. His office stash had been running low lately, so it was time to refill.

He passed Samus' office, only to hear noises coming from within. Noticing the door was cracked open, he decided to take a peek. But she sounded sort of busy so maybe he should've left her alone. Darn his curiosity.]

Re: 10th, afternoon-ish

[icequeen_aran]

[What was that. Delicious cookie smell. Weavile, you've been spotted by a hungry beast who doesn't know she's hungry yet.]

Re: 10th, afternoon-ish

[midnitepsych]

[Oh. Apparently Samus had noticed him. Well, it would be rude to simply walk off.

He entered the room, about to raise his hand only to remember the cookies. So he nodded instead.]

How are you doing today?

[icequeen_aran]

Fine. [Default reaction, regardless if that is ever true or not.]

Are those...? [Staring at box action]

Sept 10th, after EVERYONE ELSE

[pitticus]

Wandering around the school after classes were done, Pit was finally headed back to his dorm, a laundry list of homework and small chores lining his head. His thoughts were dull and unexciting to the highest, so when he heard a faint clank echo somewhere nearby, he immediately became distracted.

It came from Samus's classroom. It must be her! Finding a good way to stall himself from the tedious arrangements he had planned for himself later (naughty naughty), he slooooowly wedged the door open a bit more and peeked in.

Yes, she was in there, working on... something. Deciding she knew he was there, he widened the gap and showcased his presence with a "Hi! I thought that was you making that noise!"

heeeeck yeah

[icequeen_aran]

Samus' angel senses were tingling and sure enough it was difficult to miss the brunette and his luminous personality enter.

"Pit." Not an unwelcome sight, even if she had convinced herself she could use some time to herself and despite the previous visitations in the past couple of days.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" She asked rhetorically.

[pitticus]

His head shook from side to side gently. "No." What a funny thing to say. "Why would you be disturbing me? I'm the one walking in on you!" A quiet bit of laughter came from him. Almost as if there was a magnet on the opposite wall tugging at him, he was soon engulfed by the doorframe and had fully entered the room.

"...Whatcha makin'?" His eyes lingered on the indecipherable mechanical chunk Samus had been working so diligently on. He liked to imagine it was some kind of brand new state-of-the-art weapon or highly advanced piece of armor, something along those rows.

[icequeen_aran]

"It was a rhetorical question." She explained while trying to hide an amused smirk and ultimately failed.

"I'm working on an angel magnet." She set down the tool she had been working with and re-examined the unfinished product in front of her, as if she hadn't taken a step back to look at it since started on it. "It's a..." Which probably wasn't far from the truth. "...work in progress." She knew that answer was going to hardly satisfy Pit's boundless curiosity but she was willing to see how far it'd take her. "I've been working on it for the past few days." Especially while she was trying to inconspicuously move blue prints that clearly said 'PLASMA CANNON beta' off the desktop and therefore out of Pit's eye sight.