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Office hours, Thursday
"Yes, my computer is turned on ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Thursday
Mohinder was sitting at his desk, making a few last minutes changes to his next class's notes. His pen gashed across the page as his desk rocked back under the movement ( Read more... ) -
A loft in New York - Early afternoon, Sunday
Security systems were something where what you paid for was what you got. A few cameras at angles that were discreet but not too well hidden, preprogrammed alarms and triggers that would alert whoever was watching a screen miles away ( Read more... ) -
MCA 2, Friday morning
The door bounced back on its hinges and Mohinder dropped his bag just inside the apartment. He'd pulled open several drawers and cupboards in the kitchen puting together the essentials - coffee, sugar and a loaf of bread that had probably seen better days. Several of them ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Monday
A quick check through his notes for tomorrow's workshop took less time than Mohinder had thought. Though that was less a decision on his part and more one of his laptop, which had decided to give a insistent high pitched beep when he jogged the power cable. Giving up on that idea - the spare in his apartment was too far away and he'd already ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Tuesday
Mohinder was in his office making a few notes.
More precisely, he was leaning forward over his desk scribbling, a couple of stray pens having escaped as far as his ears.
His laptop was on the far edge of his desk giving an occasional beep that Mohinder was deliberately not anthropomorphising as smug or taunting. He hadn't thought the passwords ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Tuesday
Mohinder was concentrating on his lesson plans to the sound of 80's pop rock. Really. He knew there was an approaching break, but it just looked like he was picking out cuddly toys online. It kept his mind occupied - educational not sweet - and off the package he'd picked up earlier that morning ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Tuesday
Mohinder was a little late running into his office, after a handwavey stop at the gym. He might not have been himself the past weekend, but whoever he had been this time (and it was only a minor concern that he could reel that phrase off) had been younger and more active than his usual self, so ( Read more... ) -
MCA #2, then heading for the roof - Saturday Mid-morning
Bleep, bleep, bleep, blee-
Alex turned in his sleep - 'We need men on the inside' - 'Not your usual entry so don't fuck it up' - 'Follow Jamie' - a gun pressed against his back - amateurs - rolling awake and catching sight of an unexpected bedroom before he landed on his elbow ( Read more... ) -
Office hours, Friday
A recording of the most recent solar eclipse played in the background of his laptop as Mohinder began sorting through his emails, deleting most of them and highlighting the rest. He might have to plan a visit home - or somewhere a little further south - soon ( Read more... )