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Voice Mail
This is Tyrion Lannister's ... device. Leave a message. Or send a raven. Or think very hard and perhaps I'll suddenly realize that you want me. It makes as much sense as this cursed thing.
Beep.
[OOC: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of ( Read more... ) -
Apt. #-4, MCA, Saturday Morning
It was a normal Saturday morning in the Lannister household, which meant Tyrion the insomniac decided he was done trying to sleep around eight and padded into the kitchen to make coffee ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Saturday, 9/29
Tyrion might not admit this, but he looked forward to this part of the weekend. It was always interesting to see what kind of people his students came from.
He found a book on Stalin that he was browsing for ideas for the next week's class, and paged through it as he waited for any visitors.
[OOC: Open office door!] -
Office Hours, Wednesday, 09/05
It was the second week of formal fall classes, which Tyrion supposed meant he ought to start spending time in his office again. (He also suspected he'd feel better about his conversation with Jaime from the night before if he had some useful work to take his mind off it ( Read more... ) -
MCA -4, Tuesday Night
Tyrion, it seemed, had acquired a roommate. Or at least a brother sharing his space for the first time since Tyrion was a boy, which amounted to the same thing ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Call for TAs
Tyrion and Romeo could both use TAs for the upcoming session of classes! I will be out of town for the July 9 and 10 classes, so there may actually be work to go with this one. (I know, I know. EXCITING ( Read more... ) -
OOC Apology
I have never completely forgotten to post class before in my life, but apparently there's a first time for everything.
Sorry, guys. Please assume a handwavy cancellation of Life at Court. -
Office Hou-- oh wait, Thursday, May 24
Tyrion was down the hall from his office when he smelled it: A stench like rotten fish and brimstone, like a pile of dung wrapped in damp wool. It reminded him, for reasons he didn't ponder too deeply, of Roose Bolton's bastard ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday, 4/19
Tyrion had been chased by a rabbit from his apartment to the school, and now his office was being swarmed with fuzzy blue ball-like creatures that seemed bent on duplicating themselves so quickly that he'd soon be forced out.
"So it's to be that kind of day," he muttered, and would have closed up shop entirely if he hadn't promised his students he ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday, 4/5
Tyrion had sent a raven to Highgarden almost as soon as he could get away from Joanna on Saturday. He knew she was likely a whim of the island's, but there was just enough chance she -- or someone like her -- could exist that he had to check ( Read more... )