[ All in all, you're just another brick in the wall. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Who: All the teachers.  All of them.
Where: First floor; Teachers' Lounge
When: May 5th, in between classes, during breaks, before/after school.
Rating: TBD.  Teachers can have such potty-mouths.
Summary: A decent-sized room for a large school filled with kids and staff.  Students, beware venturing into this unknown territory unless explicitly seeking assistance from a teacher.  Likely they will not take kindly to the intrusion upon this sacred, hallowed ground.

The Story: Sometimes, teachers need a reprieve from the stressful life of grading papers and projects.  Sometimes they simply want to relax on shoddy couches and eat the stale bagels left over from the Parent-Teacher Association meeting yesterday afternoon.  Sometimes they just need to rant rave about their students, or discuss the importance of Herodotus with their colleagues, or question whether or not they really ought to be overanalyzing Shakespeare and Chaucer when the dudes were clearly just messing with future generations.

This is the place to do it.  Let the frustration, relaxation, and libations caffeinated beverages flow freely!  The Teachers' Lounge is a safe haven for your wearied mind.

Also, there is coffee.

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[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

Nagi nods to Wesker as he empties the trash. "Wesker."

That's all you get because you're not his favorite person.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Well ya know what? Because he said anything at all, he's getting a response.

"Were you able to take care of the desk?" Yeah, he's going to be to the point about it.

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

"" Nagi looks up and fingers his scarf. Because yes, he wears it event at work. And I forgot to put his speech in the right font earlier. ""

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I don't even think Wesker notices it, so no worries.

"I had left you a note concerning my desk...and its need of being replaced." Cue the capping of the pen and lifting of his head to look at the janitor. So not intimidating without the red eyes, though...

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

Give Nagi a moment to think about it.







He nods. ""

Not like...right away or anything though.

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Fffff it better be right away. We don't need more tables and things destroyed...by accident. "My guess is you have Markus do not only his work, but yours as well."

"Repaired? I can assure you it needs replacing." He watches him closely, wondering why Nagi is wasting his time getting a drink when his desk should be taken care of asap. Like now.

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

Because Nagi gets breaks too, and Wesker can suck it if he doesn't like it. In the meantime, Nagi will be enjoying his orange soda, thank you.

He raises an eyebrow. ""

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Mr. Grumbly pants picks up the pen and starts jotting down more notes in red on yet another failed quiz.

"Seeing as that is the case, I understand. But I still expect it to be replaced by tomorrow morning."

He's just callin' it like he sees it. And as a result, he's none too happy that his desk isn't top priority.

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

You know what takes priority? Fixing shit that matters.

""

[viral-tyrant.livejournal.com]

Well I guess that will have to do...back to grading more sorry ass quizzes.

"I would appreciate it."

[notursalvation.livejournal.com]

Nagi nods and continues to enjoy his orange sodaaaaaaa.