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Alec Lightwood
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Jessica Drew
Peter Wiggin
Sholeh Zeela a Zhahar
Snow White
Cade
Jessica Drew
Peter Wiggin
Sholeh Zeela a Zhahar
Snow White
OOC - Call fot TA II, Electric Boogaloo
May. 2nd, 2012 01:20 amSo Oz also needs a TA for his class, it'll involve much less risk and danger that Oz will admit to than Bond's class and more being allowed to shoot nerf darts at classmates unruly classmates.
Comments should be screened, and again preference goes to recent grads.
Comments should be screened, and again preference goes to recent grads.
Office #17, [All Day Saturday]
Oct. 2nd, 2011 03:08 amOz was well prepared for any parents who might have decided to visit his office this weekend. His notes were organised, the office was spotless, and he'd set up a small exhaust fan to get rid of any lingering tobacco odours.
Plus he had the feed up from Contra up on his computer so he could make sure they didn't kill each other before the weekend was over.
Dance, his puppets, dance.
[Open, expect SP due to the evils of timezones though.]
Plus he had the feed up from Contra up on his computer so he could make sure they didn't kill each other before the weekend was over.
Dance, his puppets, dance.
[Open, expect SP due to the evils of timezones though.]
Office #17, Saturday Morning
Sep. 10th, 2011 11:21 pmShocked, Oz stared at his computer in shock. How could this be? He had come into his office to check his email and to his shock had discovered...
It was just too shocking!
[Door is open, Oz is shocked, yo.]
Today was going to be a good day, Oz could feel it. But you had to dress appropriately for good days, so, whistling a jaunty, sibilant tune though his fangs, sunglasses perched on his slightly distended muzzle, he carefully used his claws to slash a hole in his dress pants.
Because a cramped tail was only going to distract him from what was important. Namely the rending of flesh and slaking of thirst with sweet, sweet blood.
[Establishy]
Because a cramped tail was only going to distract him from what was important. Namely the rending of flesh and slaking of thirst with sweet, sweet blood.
[Establishy]
Office #17 - Oz's Office Hours [Friday]
Jul. 15th, 2011 01:16 pmOz was engrossed on his spy-cam footage of the Contra offices, he was impressed, he'd been gone two whole weeks and the place wasn't on fire. Yet.
Not that that was stopping him messing with Dutch, who seemed to be under the impression hearing Oz's voice over the PA system meant one of them was psychic. It was the little things like that, which made Oz's day.
[Closed door, open post.]
Not that that was stopping him messing with Dutch, who seemed to be under the impression hearing Oz's voice over the PA system meant one of them was psychic. It was the little things like that, which made Oz's day.
[Closed door, open post.]
Office #17 - Oz's Office Hours [Friday]
Jul. 8th, 2011 12:25 pmWhile nothing could compare to his office back at Contra, what with the built-in cone of silence and secret tunnels, and of course all those things that made an office more like a home, like his weapon and art collections. Oz was pleased enough with his new one.
Especially since he had more than enough money to decorate his whole new office with whole new weapon and art collections. The feed from the Contra offices open in one window on his computer, he scrolled though another, looking for something to replace his octopus painting. Inter-dimensional online auction sites were nifty.
[Door's open.]
Especially since he had more than enough money to decorate his whole new office with whole new weapon and art collections. The feed from the Contra offices open in one window on his computer, he scrolled though another, looking for something to replace his octopus painting. Inter-dimensional online auction sites were nifty.
[Door's open.]
