Office Hours Hurrah

Jan 13, 2010 18:08

Characters: Godot, open for students (or staff, hint hint) who want to speak to him
Location: Counseling office
Time: All day
Content: Godot sits and drinks coffee and talks about your problems. Or staff business. Whichevs.
Warnings: Coffee. Jazz. Metaphors. The usual.

Jazz for a lazy day )

j, alfred f. jones, scott summers, matthew williams, diego "godot" armando, toris laurinaitis

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evertosoar January 14 2010, 01:12:36 UTC
Alfred arrived for his normal weekly appointment more or less on time--he was a couple minutes late but that was pretty normal for him. He wasn't entirely sure what to say--he hadn't had the best time of it lately but he didn't really need to talk about it, even if the school thought he did.

But Godot was nice enough, and he'd promised Matt he'd show, so here he was again. He knocked on the door.

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cafedeinfierno January 14 2010, 01:33:47 UTC
"Come in," Godot said, without leaving his desk. He was currently reclined in his chair with his feet propped up nearby, drinking a cup of you-know-what.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Jones?"

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evertosoar January 14 2010, 11:42:21 UTC
"Appointment time," Alfred said with a bit of a shrug as he walked in and sat down in the chair he'd sat in before. "I promised my brother I'd show up if he went sometime."

He'd have to check on that, actually.

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cafedeinfierno January 15 2010, 02:38:12 UTC
"Ah, that's right. Well, welcome to your appointment," Godot said pleasantly.

Then he slided the expected cup of coffee across the desk to him, leaning back further in his chair and sipping his own cup. "Here we are."

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letunityblossom January 14 2010, 11:57:15 UTC
[Of course he would end up here--not that there was much documented of his time with Ivan, but there was enough to make it obvious he needed this sort of thing. Not that he was really inclined to talk about it more than he had to, but he would go to his assigned appointment.

He knocked on the door timidly.]

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cafedeinfierno January 15 2010, 02:38:56 UTC
Come in.

[Still at his desk. Now idly toying with a pencil, passing it around between his fingers while sipping his coffee. He's weird, okay?]

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letunityblossom January 15 2010, 20:58:26 UTC
[Toris does his best to ghost himself in the room, and he does a good job of it--he makes no noise, as if he weren't touching the floor, and doesn't take up more space than he absolutely has to.]

Should I sit down?

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cafedeinfierno January 16 2010, 05:00:28 UTC
If you'd like to. It's really your call.

[Still sitting there, casual as ever, still twirling that pencil around.]

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dazzlerfan January 14 2010, 20:05:33 UTC
Scott had been meaning to take Godot up on that offer of coffee since he'd arrived back from Alaska, and after a week filled with giant crab monsters and a crowd of reporters camping out on his lawn and Deadpool being Deadpool -- well, no time like the present, right?

He rapped his knuckles against the door before pushing it open, greeting the man inside with a smile and a box of Krispy Kremes balanced carefully on one hand.

"I come baring donuts."

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cafedeinfierno January 15 2010, 02:40:17 UTC
Godot cracked his usual smile as Scott entered. "Afternoon, amigo. I suppose I have no choice but to accept your generous offer."

He sat up, put his feet back on the floor and then stood up, heading over to the more comfortable seats in the middle of the room. "Have a seat. What kind of coffee would you like?"

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notalfredjones January 14 2010, 20:16:39 UTC
Matt knocked, head ducked and staring at the floor. He didn't really want to go but he'd promised Al he would go if Al went and so here he was.

"Hello, I'm Matthew Williams?"

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cafedeinfierno January 15 2010, 02:41:13 UTC
"Hello, Matthew Williams, I'm Mr. Godot."

He was currently in the middle of polishing his coffee machines. All 11 of them. "Have a seat. Get comfortable. Consider the wallpaper."

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notalfredjones January 15 2010, 04:27:40 UTC
He was already amused after Godot spoke and after gazing around the room, he knew he liked this guy. Even if he had a ridiculous amount of coffee machines. Meh. Coffee.

"It's a nice color." He avoided any and all reason for why he might be here. After all, from what Al had said, he didn't have to talk to him like he had most of the psychiatrists before.

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cafedeinfierno January 16 2010, 04:58:58 UTC
"Is it?" he asked, sounding frighteningly sincere.

Just then he pulled a second cup of coffee seemingly out of nowhere, setting it down expectantly on the coffee table. "There you are." Then he went back to his coffee machine. It still had smudges on it.

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musicalmesmer January 18 2010, 02:50:43 UTC
The mornings when J didn't want to get out of bed were frequent, namely because he loved his sleep and hated his alarm. This one, however, was different - he hadn't slept all night. Not wanting to disturb Merlin was the only thing that motivated him to get up and turn his alarm off.

This wasn't right, he knew. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He remembered a post on the network, something he'd normally glance over, and considered it. Maybe...

It was a very tired and nervous J who stood outside Godot's office door. He didn't normally talk with people about his problems. That, of course, was probably why he was having such problems dealing with this one.

He knocked at the door, both and hoping and dreading that Godot would be in. He told himself that if Godot weren't then he'd just come back later, but he knew that wasn't the case. It had to be now or never.

So he knocked and waited.

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