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Oct. 6th, 2009

[info]ansel_brock

Who: Ansel and Dr. Sloane
What: Meeting for the first time, computer installation
Where: Dr. Sloane’s office
When: Sep 4th, morning

Ansel wasn’t quite sure how he had managed to suddenly find himself with the task of installing the new psychiatrist’s computer. It seemed nearly everyone else had an excuse and the few students he would’ve trusted with the job had already graduated and he wasn’t about to bug Ms. Carmichael or Mr. Reeve with the task.

Hopefully the computer had already arrived and he wouldn’t have to go searching for it. Of course searching for the computer would perhaps mean less time in the new staff member’s presence so perhaps that wouldn’t be a bad error to run across.

Ansel tilted his head at the opened door. He frowned at it. Obviously they were exact opposites. He always kept his door closed. If he could get away with an ‘I’m busy’ sign during office hours he would, but he had been told in his first months teaching that such a sign discouraged students from seeking him out and it had to be taken down.

Should he knock or walk right in?

Sep. 7th, 2009

[info]matthew_clarke

WHO: Clarke, Penny, and Others/Open
WHAT: Drinking/Potential Bar Fight
WHERE: Get Some Bar and Grille
WHEN: 10 pm, August 31st
 
The rattling of the thunder outside was barely noticeable to the patrons inside the bar as the normal level of murmur that hovered above a dull roar took place. For the most part it was the sound of conversation, laughter, and glass on glass as bottles were handed out, mugs filled, and the occasional blender action as Milkshakes were made. It was the dimmer of one of the corners that found one of the professors of the PPRA huddled with a pint glass in front of him, filled t the brim with the amber ambrosia of the gods he so enjoyed. It came complete with a foamy top, and as he took a hold of it, and lifted it to his mouth to take a sip, he found only joy on the other end.
 
Clarke disliked Mondays more than anything else, mostly because it meant that weekends were so far away, but he found that at the very least, any night was an excuse to drink. Alcoholic he was not, for in truth he was a connoisseur of the fine liquid. He had the best that Germany had to offer in Oktober Fest, and seen what the British could while on assignment there. He’d been around to Belgium, and the Netherlands, and he’d even been down under to that crazy land Evelyn was from, and had some of their best brews too. At the end of a hard day, this was all he cared for to help him relax. Maybe Hank would show and they could have a nice game of darts. Yes relaxing is what he had planned on, however….like very rarely followed design.

Aug. 24th, 2009

[info]wingedserpentj

Poomfph!

WHO: Jason and Ansel
WHERE: Ansel's apartment (which he regrets)
WHAT: Learning to cook! (sort of)
WHEN: Early in the afternoon on Sunday Aug 23rd.

When Ansel offered to teach him how to cook, Jason was very happy. Sure, he hated cooking, but learning was always fun. And it would be fun to spend more time with his fellow professor. Jason knew he spent too much time alone, and so did Ansel. So cooking was a great idea! Jason had showed up on time at Ansel’s apartment, clean and ready to learn!

And now he was covered in flour, staring with wide eyes at what he assumed would quickly become a very angry Ansel. Jason blinked, trying to think of something to say- something that wasn’t a joke that would make this all worse.

"I didn’t think the bag would explode.” Was all he could come up with. Jason swallowed hard, waiting for the other professor to say or do something before he did. Jason didn’t mean for the bag to explode, sending flour all over like some kind of freak snowstorm. The stupid thing just wouldn’t open!