Papers and Cookies and Friends [Sean]

[Damien & Darcy Rittley]

"I'm glad you felt more confident on this speech! Your hard work paid off!"

Darcy made the final notes on the paper, a student's self-evaluation of the speech she'd done earlier in the week, and set it aside on the footrest they'd pulled over to act as a makeshift table. They'd graded most of the papers in their office earlier, but decided to move to the lounge about three-fourths of the way through. Change of scenery and all that. Damien had also made the point they would probably be heading over to the lounge soon enough anyway.

So now they lay flopped on the couch, one at each end, with their clipboards and pens, grading away. At least they'd learned to grade papers at the same time, without overhearing the paper being graded by the other twin. Not too much anyway-- not enough to be majorly distracting.

One more each, Damien noted.

Darcy nodded in reply. "Too bad we can't just teach all the time. And pay someone else to grade stuff." They chuckled. Despite the fact grading papers wasn't their favorite thing, even if they had the option someone else grading the papers, they wouldn't have gone for it. The student self-reflections were important for seeing where each student was at specifically.

Each were finishing up their final gradings when they caught the sound of footsteps arriving at the lounge door. Darcy continued putting the last comments on his paper, while Damien looked up from his, which was practically finished, to see who had arrived, and calling out a, "Welcome to the Den of Lounging!" as a greeting.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

((OOC: I am backdating this to the end of the semester before winter break so that it fits our timeline.))

The term had nearly finished, which meant that winter break was on the horizon. Sean looked forward to it. While he enjoyed his work at Hammel, while he believed in the goals of the school and enjoyed helping people, he needed the time off. It had been an exhausting few months, between the number of students who required his attention and the administrative tasks, and then outside of work with Josh’s political campaign and then the nearing holidays. A few weeks to relax with his partner was what the doctor ordered.

Speaking of which, he was due for his annual physical soon.

He had a lull between sessions, and the telepath chose to take advantage of it and retreat to the staff lounge. A cup of coffee and whatever holiday-themed treats were left over would do him well, would serve as a pick me up before the rest of the day.

As soon as he entered the staff lounge, he found himself greeted by Damien and Darcy. The gestalt pair was friendly, and he offered them a smile upon seeing them. “Thank you. Can I get you something to drink?” He asked the question over his shoulder, as he had already made a beeline for the coffee pot. At least it didn’t smell burnt.

[Damien & Darcy Rittley]

Ah, it was Sean. The twins grinned. Sean was a pretty cool guy, in their opinion. Easy to talk with. One of those--what did you call them--introverts. People who listened more than they talked a lot of the time. At least, that's what he seemed like to them.

"Oh, nothing for me, thanks!" Damien waved a hand, while Darcy picked a bottle of wheatgrass juice up from beside the couch to wave in the air. "Brought our own. Wouldn't be a good example to be bouncing off the walls more than the students." The two chuckled. Coffee was great, caffeine.. well, it was great too, but the people around D&D when they'd had it didn't tend to think so. So they stuck to their health drinks, with minimal sugar, and less caffeine. Unless it was the weekend, of course.

"Anything eventful happening in your day?" Darcy asked, as Damien stacked the graded papers more neatly. "Any falling limbs, or sudden shape-shifts, or the like?" The great thing about Hammel? Something interesting was almost always happening. Even if they weren't a part of it, there was always something going on, and it was almost as fun to hear things second-hand.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean returned the smile warmly. He had always liked Damien and Darcy, even though they had less reason to interact than he had with some other members of the faculty, like James and Chase Campbell. They had always been friendly and enthusiastic, two traits that Hammel required in their staff members. They had also always demonstrated their dedication, which he appreciated on a professional level as well as on a personal one.

“I can’t disagree with you there,” he admitted, as he poured himself his cup of coffee. Not that he had retained much youthful exuberance at his age. Middle-age treated him well, but nobody could fairly describe him as bouncing off the walls, now or at any time in the past twenty years.

With the coffee poured, he moved on to the table, pulling out a couple of sugar packets and the container of creamer to make his coffee palatable and to remove the bitterness inherent in the unadulterated beverage.

“If you want to define eventful as difficult power slips, then, thankfully, it hasn’t been an eventful day.” Not being a trainer, the psychiatrist did not have to worry about the worst of that. Of course, emotional students had meltdowns in his office on occasion, but it had been a while since the last one. He hoped to keep that streak.