sith_happened | Office hours [Tuesday, September 5, all day]

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Office hours [Tuesday, September 5, all day]

Darth Vader was in his new, spotlessly clean and barren office.

He had a cup of coffee he couldn't drink and the list of students who would be in his class on Thursday.

He was in a mood.

Not that this was a dramatic shift from normal.

[OOC: Vader has an open door policy. He probably won't even toss you back through said open door...]

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[ooc:....can't...help...myself.]

After visiting with Abby for a bit, Wilson continued to wend his way through the corridors of the school. In his ~~desperate attempt to find the exit~~ travels he happened past Vader's door.

He'd heard about the new Ethics teacher on the radio but had yet to encounter him and, well figuring it was a good idea to be friendly with one's fellow faculty, Wilson rapped lightly on the door frame and peeked in.

"Hi! I'm Dr. Wilson, fellow faculty member." Pause... "Brownie?"

The only sound for a long moment was the regulated wheezing of Vader's breathing apparatus.

"I don't eat," he growled.

Wilson opened his mouth, then shut it and quickly tucked away the brownies. Then he looked at the coffee cup.

"Errr..." He thought about asking but quickly thought better of it.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, I hear you've taken over the Ethics course? I imagine you have a full roster?"

If Vader's face wasn't covered in a mask, there would have been confused blinking. It had been a long, long time since anyone had said it had been a pleasure to meet him.

"Very full," Vader replied. He glanced down at the cup of coffee. "I like the smell," he explained.

Hmmm, well...it wasn't a bed pan flying at his head, which was better than how House had been in the first few weeks after the infraction.

"Coffee is wonderful that way." Wilson agreed with the eagerness of a coffee addict. "I tend to brew a pretty nice Jamacian Blue Mountain blend when I'm in my office and you're always welcome to come by and have a cup to...uh...sniff."

Vader stared at him.

"Thank you," he ground out, words rusty with disuse.

"My pleasure, the door's always open, please stop on by." Wilson said with a grin. "I'll let you get back to work, just wanted to say hello."

Giving Vader a quick wave of his hand, Wilson slipped on back down the hall.

So Krycek had no TA job for this semester and that? felt kind of weird. So he thought he might as well troll the available slots for the classes he was taking and see if the teachers were biting.

...Okay, maybe that wasn't the best metaphor. In any case, Ethics class. Taught by Darth Vader, or something.

He knocked on the doorframe and peeked inside. "Darth Vader, sir?"

Vader looked up from his examination of his coffee cup.

Stupid coffee.

"Alex Krycek," he intoned.

Okay, creepy.

"Yes, sir." Krycek stepped into the office proper, and gave it all of a second before he asked anyway. "How did you know?"

"I am Darth Vader," he replied. "It is better to just assume I already know. You will be in my class on Thursday, correct?"

Krycek nodded, filing away that bit of information for later. "Yes, sir. I was just coming by to find out if you'd found anyone for your teaching assistant yet."

"I have not," Vader replied. "You would be interested in becoming my ~~minion~~ assistant? I don't accept mistakes."

"I have some practice in ~~evil minioning~~ the field," Krycek said, managing to not sound quite as amused as the question made him. "I don't believe there will be any mistakes to speak of."

Vader nodded. "Very well. I would tell you to talk to those who have displeased me, but they are no longer alive."

Krycek's eyes widened very slightly. "I see." And maybe he'd managed to pick the entirely wrong teacher to be TAed to again. Just maybe.

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"Man," Schrodinger said, stepping from a shadow where he most likely wasn't a moment ago, "your office is boring."

"Utilitarian," Vader corrected sharply.

"Even the Captain has a calender, at least. Although I think that's just for full moon reference."

Vader snorted. "What would I need a calendar for? I know what day it is."

"Does it say that in your helmet thing-y?" Schrodinger asked.

Vader shook his ~~helmet thing-y~~ head. "No. I have a calendar in my room. More than one is excessive."

"Ahhh, so it's just your office that's boring," Schrodinger said. "Or utilitarian or whatever you want to call it."

"What would you suggest?" Vader asked dryly. "Plants? Tiny fuzzy animals?"

Schrodinger shrugged. "The Major has replicas of tanks and battlefield dioramas and things like that. The Doc has a DNA model replica and a Rammenstein poster. Zorin has some weird ass pictures. Rip's got an original copy of some opera." He turned and tilted his head to the side. "What interests you, Lord Vader?"