Office #26; Saturday [09/28].

[died8yearsago]

Unlike some people, Rosa didn't have a handy box of apparently self-replicating contraptions to work on to stave off the boredom of keeping office hours this weekend, but she did have an impressive arsenal of guns that could probably use some cleaning, so that's what was spread out on her desk as she waited for guests that would hopefully just not show up at all. But, if anyone did, at least the guns would get a chance to say a little something about her before she even had to open her mouth.

Of course, she also knew that her office shared a wall with Blackstone's, and that Blackstone was also doing the office hour trudge that morning, she occasionally took a break to throw a small rubber handball against the wall in code. She'd then wait and, not long after, a series of thumps would respond back, Rosa would snort, and then go back to work.

What? Shut up.

[[ and this one's open door, open post, too! And yes, I put them in adjacent offices for exactly this reason ]]

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[died8yearsago]

Oh, he looked like fun.

The worst part about all of this, she decided, was that all these people were walking around, knowing her name, but, she had to admit, said in that voice...it sounded bad ass.

She looked over him looking over her weapons and asked, "Yeah?"

Also, like, none of her students were getting that extra credit at this point, were they? She was so disappointed in them.

[usual_suspects]

To be fair, Lana hadn't dared do more than suggest maybe Darth Marr didn't have to go. Bad-ass bitch or not, he was the head of the Dark Council.

"You are a fighter, then," he noted. "What sort of survival do you teach?"