Lounging Around(Open Teacher RP)

[Eckhard von Reinhardt]

The staff lounge at Saint Dymphna's Academy is as well-appointed and presentable as the rest of the school. Plush chairs, artisan tables, granite surfaces, all the finer things.


Curled up on one of those plush chairs, muddied shoes tucked beneath him, wrinkled uniform smelling of cordite, is Eckhard von Reinhardt.


Snoring.


Loudly.

((This is an open invite to any teacher who wants to get some roleplay in before all the brats show up at the school. ))

[Tzu Mei]

Tzu Mei, also sitting in a plush chair, was doing some last-minute lesson planning with the aid of a notepad and pen. He was trying to decide whether or not a first-hand demonstration of various martial arts throws would be too harsh for the first day of class, but that snoring was cutting into his thought process in a way that gunfire never could.

With a grunt of annoyance he finally tossed the pen at Reinhardt, aiming for his nose.

[Eckhard von Reinhardt]

As the pen unerringly hit his nose, Eckhard startled awake, reached to his side, but found nothing. A few blinks later and he realized that what hit him was a pen, not a blade or claw or larva or whatever, so he stopped reaching for his absent weapon.


Looking around, he noticed Tzu Mei and his annoyed expression. With a noticeable, yet unplaceable accent, he angrily slurred out, "Vhat's yer problem?"

Edited for tense

[Tzu Mei]

"That noise you make is annoying to me. Now you have stopped making it," Tzu Mei answered, pulling another pen from the recesses of a pocket and making a mark on the notepad. Hm, perhaps martial art throws would be too harsh; reflex tests would be better initially. "If you do not want it to happen again, there are these things you can buy that inhibit snoring."

[Eckhard von Reinhardt]

Sniffing and snorting a bit, Eckhard scoffed, "You trow a pen at me again and you'll find a Four-point-Sieben-Three round going down the bairell of your leetle rifle."

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[Tzu Mei]

"Would a pencil do, then?" Tzu Mei carefully hid his smirk with the notepad.

[Eckhard von Reinhardt]

At that, Eckhard started to giggle. "Si, yes, that vould do just fine, tovarisch mein Freund."

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[Tzu Mei]

Tzu Mei made a slight sound of amusement. Though it didn't grow into outright laughter, it was joined by an open grin.

((Goin' to bed. G'night.))

[Æsc Thorne]

Aesc looked up from where he was sitting in a corner near the fire, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the antics of his fellow staff. He dropped the book he was reading and looked around the staff room.

[Lucien Astin]

As the shenanigans were occurring between the two professors, the door opened. It looked rather like the person in question was trying to slink in--and given that he's around six foot six, it was probably little puzzling as to how he thought he could do such a thing. Still, he was trying.

The giggling made him blink and form a mildly puzzled, somewhat amused, and almost partially alarmed expression as he stood and watched for a moment. Then, as he pushed a curl escaping from his ponytail out of his eyes, his shoulders hunched a little more as he headed for the boxes to check his. His back was to the room now, although he was still listening to the conversation.

[Alaine Kensington]

After Lucien, an even taller figure appears. Alaine strides into the room with a book propped open in her hands. With a glance inwards she makes for the coffe machine to get a cup, and aims for a seat next to the windows. The book she has is titled "Art and Architecture of the Ancient Orient", and has some kind of rock relief on the cover.

[William Jason Fredericks]

A thud sounded from outside as a ladder was propped up against the side of the building. Soon a bald, wrinkled head appeared, followed shortly by the bearded face of groundsman Fredericks. He produced a small pair of shears and commenced to quickly and expertly trim the plants in the flower box. Following the trimming, a watering can is pulled up and the flowers given a quick dousing.

Fredericks peered inside the lounge, his eyes narrowed. "...sitting around....nothing better to do...work my a..."

With a grunt his face disappeared followed shortly by the ladder.

[Alaine Kensington]

Piqued by the appearance of the groundsman outside, Alaine opens a window and calls out to him.
"Mister Fredericks? Are you still there? I just remembered I need to ask you a few things concerning classs. Can I come down and talk it over with you or is this a bad time?"

[William Jason Fredericks]

Fredericks let the ladder, which he had been about to heft over his shoulder, fall back to the ground with a thump. His mumblings quieted down and he looked up. His face was unreadable for a moment until at last: "I suppose the third floor boxes can wait a moment..."

Mumbled but still audible to Kensington's superhuman hearing: "Bloody professors. Think they're all Sallust. Good man, couldn't hold is wine though."

Shouted up: "Yeah, yeah. Come on down....professor."

[Alaine Kensington]

"Ah, thank you." She quickly folds a napkin into her book and leaves it on the table for later, and strides back out of the lounge. One can't help but notice how fast she's managed to go from one side to the other - not just because of her long legs.
She almost flies down the staircase, and appears outside, downstairs, next to William in far less time it would have taken anybody else, and with nary a drop of sweat.

((Cont'd in the School Grounds - Front Lawn thread. Anyone leaning out the window could technically listen in on the conversation.))

[Aravind Shiyal]

Aravind slipped into the room, his footsteps quiet and his face approximately three shades lighter than "grim." He looked around, almost raising an eyebrow at the antics in the corner. With a curt nod to Lucien, he stalked to the window, leaning up against the frame, his eyes roving the forest, almost hungrily.

((Ye gods, do we really have to do this in past tense? Present seems so much more natural for a roleplay...))

[Lawrence Galontauré-Jones]

Lawrence Galontauré-Jones emerges through the door a few moments later. His progress is momentarily halted when his wheelchair snags on the rug, but he is able to push forward with a little extra effort. He brushes a strand of errant blond hair behind one slightly pointed ear and clears his throat.

"Has anyone heard when the bus is supposed to arrive?" he asked.

[Antiope Katsaros]

"Later?" the woman behind him offered lightly. She'd entered just in time to overhear his question. "I don't see any point in waiting on the edge of our seats, anyway," she continued, irritably pulling her mass of vibrant hair over her shoulder and tying a ribbon tugged from her pocket around it. "They'll get here when they get here. You want our little bit of peace to end that much quicker?"

[Lawrence Galontauré-Jones]

Lawrence glowered briefly over the 'waiting on the edge of our seats' remark, but chose to let it pass rather than cause a fuss.

"I'd rather know exactly when our peace is going to end so as to market my time accordingly," he said. "There's no point in starting one's own personal business if it will just be interrupted part-way through."

[Alaine Kensington]

Alaine's book, napkin between the pages, lays unattended on a table near the open window, sided by a cooling half-cup of coffee. She's disappeared upstairs to make a phone call, and will return to get it in 20 minutes or so.

[William Jason Fredericks]

A thump outside heralded the return of groundsman Fredericks, who resumed his duties with the flowerboxes along the outside of the building.

[Antiope Katsaros]

Antiope eyed Lawrence with some concern. "You're planning to start a busi-- wait, right, never mind." She shook her head rapidly. "Definite point there. But unless you're doing something that's time-sensitive, or something that would be broken or otherwise rendered pointless if you stopped in the middle... unless you're one of those people that just hates being interrupted. Which, to be fair, a lot of people are, but it occurs to me that I don't know you so well, and assumptions are not a good plan to say the least."

[Lawrence Galontauré-Jones]

Lawrence nodded. "A very astute observation, Professor," he said.

He looked over to the window upon hearing the groundskeeper's thump and noticed the academy bus loitering in the distance. "Anyway, it would appear my question is moot now. The bus is here, so I anticipate that our presence will be needed soon."

[Antiope Katsaros]

"Bother," said Antiope, and frowned. "Still, I suppose it's what we signed on for, pounding knowledge into the heads of recalcitrant teenagers. I'm looking forward to it, in an odd way, but teenagers... they're a seething mass of hormones ready to explode, generally, and we've got the special ones."

[Lawrence Galontauré-Jones]

"Indeed," the half-elf said. "There is something about teenagers gathered all together that lends an air of disaster to any situation." A fireball shot up from the lawn below and dissipated in the air, causing him to shudder.

"I had best go make any my final adjustments to my syllabus," he said, maneuvering his wheelchair out the door. "I shall see you all later."

[Æsc Thorne]

Aesc stood up from the chair he had been lounging in.

"I'd better go do some lesson prep," he said to the room. "After all, I'm not even sure which subject I'm supposed to be teaching this year, yet."

[Tzu Mei]

Tzu Mei rose from the chair and sauntered towards the door. "I am off to set up for my introductory lesson. Hopefully I'll be able to weed them out a bit."

[Alaine Kensington]

After some time, Alaine reappeared from upstairs, rushed in and got her book. The coffe is quickly washed away in the small kitchen sink in the lounge, and off she went again, back to her office to deposit her book, and then down to greet the student body,

[Aravind Shiyal]

Aravind nods curtly to the groundskeeper, contemplating whether or not he can remember the man's name, and whether or not it's worth the effort of searching his memory for the conversation. He glances briefly at the flowerboxes and brushes a leaf with one finger, surprisingly tenderly.

"Aster, isn't it?"

He glances out the window, realizes suddenly what time it is, and turns on his heel, not waiting for a response from the groundskeeper, and not quite realizing that he could've been heard as asking if the man's name was Aster. He shoulders through the doorway and heads down to the Dining Hall, suddenly quite aware of how hungry he is.

[Antiope Katsaros]

It was with a heavy sigh that Antiope gave the lounge one last look-over and departed. Students were already on-campus, after all, and it would be remiss of her not to be around in case someone needed her sort of assistance.