Office Hours

[adminus]

[Compared to the other two, Oswald is much more difficult to get time with. He only appears on school grounds on Tuesdays and Sundays.

Nonetheless if you're determined... he can be found. Most of that time is spent hovering around the Faculty Office. It's almost like the Entrance Exam made him anxious of just walking around freely or something...]

Comments

its sunday cant avoid me forever

[preconstruction]

[ connor knocks on the door and then steps inside. he's fine, of course, not at all nervous about talking to him. he's an android, after all.

he motions towards the seat across from oswald. ]

May I? You're a a very difficult man to get in touch with.

[adminus]

But of course. My apologies. My work has been dragging me here and there. But I assure you, you have my full attention now.

[Lucky you.]

Saturday

[foo_bar]

[time to have some chats, pre-Sunday. Han looks bored upon walking in. But, they've got things to discuss, now that the program's about to get real.]

Mornin'.

[he's got a stack of papers underneath his arm]

You know, it's not too late to change courses here. Literally.

[adminus]

Good morning Professor.

[Look at how happy he is to see you! It's almost like he doesn't even have to be the scary person everyone thinks he is.]

It is a little late for that, don't you think? There are only three days left until we give them their assignment.

CALLED TO THE TODDSWALD'S OFFICE...

[donotlick]

[ Hank follows Todd with relatively no complaint. Oh, he knows he's fucked. He just hope he doesn't, y'know, get killed. ]

So... am I gonna get detention?

[adminus]

...might I ask what in the world possessed you to break one of the few important rules we set here?

[He’s clearly angry— but he’s maintaining composure which is probably a good sign!]

hello its tuesday and i hate everything

[preconstruction]

[ later but like a lot later because obviously he has to deal with hank first ]

Can we talk?

[ does he sound more mechanical today? thats because he is. ]

[adminus]

Certainly.

[this has been such a long day. he's tired...]

monday night

[foo_bar]

[welp.]

What is the lecture going to be on tomorrow, Todd?

[adminus]

Risk versus reward.

And I assume you still don't want to give the lecture?

late tuesday

[murderator]

Oswald! Please don't be so nice. I know you have a gentle heart, but the students need rigor and consistency. ♡ Do not let the next one live. - H

[adminus]

I thought you might have wanted him to have a second chance. But then it is an important rule.

Of course. If you have any more problems or concerns, please let me be the first to know. I’ll protect you.

ring ring ring ring

[donotlick]

[ HANK'S CALLING, PICK UP THE PHONE.... ]

[adminus]

[two rings in and he picks up—]

Good evening Mr. Anderson.

todd you're the world's worst AA sponsor

[donotlick]

Heya Toddswald. It's Wednesday, day 1 of being clean.

[ He sure doesn't sound happy, but here he is, calling in. ]

I slept like shit, and my head's been hurting nonstop. How's your goddamn Wednesday?

[adminus]

Why hello Mr. Anderson.

My day was spent chasing a phantom and trying to find a competent doctor for the school.

I assure you we both had similarly pleasant days.

...nonetheless I am happy to hear of your progress.

hi hi toddswald it's your pal hank

[donotlick]

Day 2, buddy old pal. Aspirin's a bitch and it ain't helping!

My head's a fucking vice. I'm shaking and sweating worse than a whore in church. I can't sleep, but I'm always tired and I'm hey, you know what, it's probably good that I'm talking to you because then I can at least take my fucking frustration out on you.

[ He sounds so, so unhappy. ]

By the way, are you an alcoholic or what? How come you didn't kill me? Still doesn't make any damn sense.

[adminus]

Hello, good friend.

[God. He loves you Hank. You're the best. He can actually laugh about this shit and for a moment push his work aside.]

Well it's a good thing I'm here then.

[And he's willing to listen to it all. Take it out on him all you like.]

As for your question-- I've tried to drown myself in that fashion before a time or two. But I prefer to have my wits about me. You might be surprised to know this but I tend to have control issues.

murder day

[donotlick]

Fuckwald, it's day fucking 3 and someone is dead and I'm gonna be a useless goddamn mess tomorrow on your shitty little trial if I don't get some fucking booze in me!

[ Really, Hank doesn't sound well today. This "call" starts angry, but just gets sadder and sadder. ]

Look, the robot corgi helped. I appreciate it? I do. But for fuck's safe. Please. Please. Just one. I just need a little, man. Just one and I'll go back. I'll quit. Connor can help me.

Please, Oswald. I just... I can't do this anymore.

[adminus]

...I heard.

[Listen, he... doesn't sound any happier about it that you do. Less angry and just more-- disappointed. Nonetheless, he doesn't have to think long this time.]

Alright. You can come to my office. I'm certain Connor's told you about it. I'll send the elevator for you.

[foo_bar]

[well, now he's come to his personal office, partially to beg because he doesn't know what else to do, and partially because he needs someone to vent all his frustration on.]

Oswald.

Let me in!

[adminus]

[The fact that he doesn't expect visitors comes from the casual state of dress he's in when he opens the door. The top two buttons of his white dress shirt are undone, his vest isn't as sleek and smooth as usual-- and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

But he answers quickly for that voice. Make yourself at home.]

Come in, come in.

Sunday morning

[buriedearth]

[ Huh that's strange, is Terra here?

Well, he'll be sneaking around to the Faculty Office. If Todd's not outside of it, he won't approach, but if he's inside, the brunette will just take out a piece of paper and slide it underneath the door before hurrying away.

The paper reads:

To: T. Oswald Hale

If you hurt her, I don't care how high up on the totem pole you think you are, I'm pretty sure I'll find some way to make you regret it. Remember that. ]

Week 3 (Sunday, Around Noon)

[unhalting]

[When Orga wakes up on Sunday, he cycles through a number of emotions. It takes a bit to get there, but eventually he's left with a dull anger as he leaves his room and makes his way to the nurse's office. However, after that's over and done with, he makes his way over to the faculty office because fuck everything tbqh???

So he barges into office hours looking like he's ready to punch someone.]

Hey. We need to talk.

[adminus]

[Oswald blinks, but puts down the work he was doing and sits back.]

Of course. What is it that you want to talk about?

sunday

[donotlick]

Heya Toddswald. Don't have to call you anymore but I figure I've gotten used to it at this point, so I guess I'll keep fucking calling you.

I figure the less we talk about that bullshit trial the better, so how're you? You find a doctor yet?

[adminus]

I've been better, but at least it's nice to see you faring better. [He's 100% serious this is. Better than anything else on his plate right now.]

Yes. She'll be working on campus starting next Sunday.

[curseoclock]

[Oh, someone's determined, alright. Can you guess who, Oswald?

Did you guess the super messed up weirdo carrying around a severed head? Because that sure is gonna be who's getting up in your face today. Yeah, Henry's spending a portion of today trying to corner Oswald and yes, he DID bring the head, because honestly, of course he did.

Surely this will be a delightful conversation.]

Heeeeeey, Ozzy.

[Surely.]

[adminus]

...do you have to carry that thing with you?

[It's a little unnerving. And yet-- Ozzy is a better nickname than the others so he supposes he has to take what he can get.]

Week 3, Tuesday, Faculty Office

[throwabookatit]

[ Slam slam slam on the door. It's time for Oswald to get a taste of Rebecca's temper. ]

[adminus]

[The answer is not immediate-- but eventually someone comes to answer the door.

It is in fact, Oswald Hale but there are a few things different. There are scratches around his eyes and on his hands-- some newer, others slowly scabbing up. And both his hair and his suit are unkempt.]

Yes?

tuesday

[donotlick]

[ ring ring..... ]

Fuck you and fuck this motive, Fuckwald! Fuck your friends, too!!

How's it going with Jules, huh? He tell you anything fun? Because I am having one shitty fucking week!

[adminus]

[Normally Oswald deflects with sarcasm and wit.

It would seem he's beyond his limit to do so. His voice is raspy-- how much has he been screaming today?]

I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS.

thursday, nobody's having fun!! cw: suicidal tendencies

[donotlick]

[ ring ring!! this call comes in at like midnight, probably ]

Hey, Hale. Buddy. Pal.

How's it going, huh? I'm doing pretty goddamn shitty but I'm too chickenshit to even off myself and Connor won't let me fucking drink, so I officially got nothing better to do!

So I'm gonna ask you something, and if you're not shitting yourself from whatever Jules is saying to you, maybe you can answer. What'd you mean when you told Connor that 'as long as you stay inside this school, we’ll be safe. If that changes, none of us will be able to stay here.'?

sunday

[donotlick]

[ Ring ring, it's your buddy Hank. ]

Hey, you got some time? I'm all out of assholes to talk to.

[ You know things suck when the quote, unquote, mastermind is your only dude. ]

I guess I could... I dunno. I could use a drink.

[adminus]

[It's pretty sad when one of the people your boss dragged here unwillingly is like your best friend.]

Certainly. I have some time. And I certainly have the drinks to spare. You know where to go.

[He'll send the elevator for you.]

tuesday morning

[donotlick]

[ The call itself is like... before the motive but maybe if Hale wants to hang it'll be after, who knows. ]

Hey. We found Connor. Dunno if Han was gonna tell you or not, but I know you've been talking to him too, so I figured you'd wanna know.

[ Not... gonna address... you know. That. Mistake. ]

[adminus]

[Although he'd heard, he's still glad to hear from Hank. It's good to know Connor is in good hands.]

Thank you for informing me. He's not in a very good place, it would seem, so-- please keep a close eye on him. And if there's anything I can do to assist, just call me.

I can assure you, I'll be keeping a close eye on that thing.

[You know what thing. The bad one.]

Week 4, Tuesday, Faculty Office

[throwabookatit]

[ With how little Hale's around and how...everything the last week of her life's been, Rebecca only gets the chance to talk to him again today, after discovering just what the damn week has in store for her.

At least the knock on his office door's less forceful and more annoyed this time. ]

[adminus]

Come in.

[Well. He'd get the door but. Well. Step in. You'll see. As last week, it would seem he's been affected as well, if his brand new wheelchair is any indication.]

...ah. Miss Gales. Take a seat.

Tuesday morningish- week 6

[buriedearth]

[ Sometime in the morning, Terra goes on a hunt for the man. He'd told Orga he'd look into what they discussed last week and he's a man of his word. That being said, it's a simple question--one he's going to hound the man for until he gets an answer of some kind.

If he's hovering aroune the faculty office today -- or elsewhere -- the brunet will be marching right up to him. ]

I need to ask you something. It'll only take a moment.

[adminus]

[And found he can be.]

...very well. And what is it you'd like to ask?

late sunday - week 6

[buriedearth]

[ Terra retired to bed for sure quite awhile long ago--or that was the plan.

But he's been having some kind of internal difficulties, let us say. While it doesn't change the fact that his abilities weren't really present, the fact that there's someone else in your mind -- in your heart -- doesn't go away.

Maybe by the influence of this presence, the brunet finds himself looking for Oswald. Remember what Waver said?, was the thought that came.

Terra didn't like it, but at the same time, he had to wonder, what the man planned to do now. He must've known what had happened to Han. ]

We need to talk.