It was late, and Steve was, like any sensible person, sound asleep in his bed, dreaming of sugarplums fighting AIM agents. And polar bears wearing snuggies.

This state of affairs was probably not going to persist.

((For that guy. Intruder and intruder's unconscious friend's identities NFB.))

After certain text messages from Bobby and Tony last night, holding office hours seemed of even more importance than usual. It made him easily locatable if he was needed for rescues or bailing someone out of jail. Not that Steve would bail them out if they were in jail. It was important to learn these kinds of lessons young ( Read more... )

Anyone looking for Steve would find a sign on his door redirecting them to the art classroom, where he'd pinned up some of the pieces the students had done so far, so their guests could see their work. Tony's blobs of color work was even represented, even if his lack of artistic skill did give Steve almost physical pain. How could someone who was ( Read more... )

Steve was in his office on Friday for his usual office hours, alternately working on the paperwork needed to request art supplies and sketching in his sketchbook. His door was open, and he was happy to talk to anyone who might want to stop by.

((The subject of the thread with hoorayimrich is NFB.))

Steve was in his office on Friday, occasionally wondering if the island was done having its fun for a while or if he should batten down the hatches for the weekend, but mostly looking up art projects that looked like fun. It cheered him to know that in the lobby, the students were participating in the democratic process.

((Steve's door and office ( Read more... )

Steve was in his office on Friday, sketching as he waited for students to come to see him. He hadn't held class on Monday, of course, because his player didn't have freaking power it was a national holiday, but that didn't erase the possibility that someone might need to speak to him. He was pretty mellow, considering the disappearance of ( Read more... )

Steve was in his office on Friday all day despite my internet not letting me post this until now, working on plans for class and making lists of supplies he would need to order. His door, of course, was always open.

((Open office hours are finally open.))

So the entire town was going to hell in a handbasket, which meant it was business as usual for Steve. Suit up, grab the shield, head out and make sure no one got eaten by a teal deer. Or an alot. The alots honestly had him a lot more worried.

The mutated townspeople and students, though, had him most worried of all. That could not be good.

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I'm really sorry I didn't post the workshop today. RL got kind of crazy and then...well. I just forgot.

This is why I need to update my automated reminders...

Steve had a handwavey emergency and handwavily canceled class. Again, really, really sorry.

You may have noticed a trail of adorable animals down your flist. (A couple of them haven't made their transformations yet, but will before I leave.) This is because first thing tomorrow morning, I'm headed off on a Big Family Vacation! To Alaska! For two weeks! And my aunt booked all this so I have no idea what the internet situation will be ( Read more... )