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Sweets was finally back in Fandom after a difficult case with the FBI and the Jeffersonian crew. He had enjoyed getting to do that work again, but he realized that he missed working with the kids in Fandom too.

So he was in his office, listening to the radio podcasts from the days he had been gone.

Sweets was in his office, yes. But given that the majority of the island seemed to be gone for fall break, he wasn't exactly working.

Or, you know, working at all. Unless you counted playing WoW as working.

The door was open though, just in case anyone was around and needed guidance.

Sweets was going through some files from the FBI while he waited for Azula today.

The weekend had been... interesting, to say the least. Daisy still wasn't sure if she should believe him about the strangeness and he'd had a lot of explaining to do to Cam after she had run into Angela's father ( Read more... )

Sweets was excited about seeing Daisy today. But before he could go off and have fun for himself, he spent some time in his office in case any parents wanted to stop by and discuss their children or any of the students needed some moral support.

Sweets was wondering if having Daisy visit the island was going to end up being a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, she might love the weird. On the other hand, she might think he had lost his damn mind.

Too bad he wasn't aware that Cam was joining her.

Either way, he was in his office and the door was open when he wasn't in session.

Sweets was downing the coffee today. He may have stayed up a bit too late night playing video games. Oops.

At least today would be a light day, with Azula's session and the staff meeting.

Sweets had finally discovered the radio. And was currently listening to last night's broadcast.

It might not be the safest thing for his brain, but it also might offer some insight to what was going on around town.

Sweets was in his office today prepping for a trial. Between phone calls from a certain Assistant District Attorney that is.

"Yes, Ms. Julian, I will use my grown up words."

"No, Ms. Julian, I will not wear my Galaxy Quest shirt in court."

On and on it went. But the door was open, at least while he wasn't in session.