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Office Hours, Tuesday
It wasn't Ronon's normal day, but he didn't feel like sticking around his basement where "Jason" had redecorated his living space in a bright, beachy style complete with a table made of shells and a singing bass plaque on the wall. (Note: The plaque was no longer capable of singing due to an unfortunate incident that may or may not have involved ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday
His office was cold and dark. This suited Ronon just fine.
He kicked the doorstop in place and lit a bunch of candles around the room, finally settling down on the floor in a nest of hides and down blankets to try that meditating thing Teyla had taught him.
It only looked like sleeping in a cross-legged position. Ignore the snoring. -
Office Hours, Thursday
Finally Ronon had figured out the stupid Earth computers that couldn't be as simple as the ones on Atlantis. It had taken a couple semesters, but he was proficient enough now to start researching the movies he intended to show his class. This Wikipedia thing was awesome. Now if only Earth titles actually reflected what was happening in the movies ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Looking for TAs!
Ronon is in need of TAs! Should the desire strike your fancy and you were planning on signing up for either Physical Education or Movie Appreciation, please ping me here, specifying which class you want to TA for.
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MHA #-1, Friday Afternoon
Secretly amused by the book Pepper had left for him, Ronon decided he'd give this whole microwave cooking thing a try. The picture of the cheese, beef, and potato casserole looked like something he could eat, anyway ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday
Ronon was in his office, working on that final thing that still didn't mean a fight to the death, and eating warm flatbread. No, it didn't matter that he didn't know where it came from since it tasted good. The door was open and he was the opposite of busy ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday
In a fit of needing something to keep him busy, Ronon had managed a shopping trip off the island, complete with civilian clothes (he still stood out, come on now).
Now he sat in his office, staring at the directions and wondering why he couldn't just stab people with the needles.
Knitting was hard.
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Office Hours, Thursday
The chair squeaked and creaked as Ronon rocked back and forth in agitated boredom. Eventually his boots thumped against the desk while his hands busied tossing the blue racquetball in the air.
The goal: to get it as close to hitting the ceiling as possible without actually hitting and making noise. Of course, it hit a lot. Ronon's throws ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Thursday
Ronon had given up making noise in his office after the last unfortunate incident ( Read more... )