notanactualfairy: (Jean-Paul is cranky)
Jean-Paul figured the chatter might have died down enough by Wednesday for him to show his face in public. He was pretty sure he hadn't hit on any students while he was a teenager, but that was never a sure thing. Better hiding than sorry, right?

((So, like, basically I suck. My internet went out Sunday night while I was writing JP's class, so I went, "Oh, la, I will post it when I get back. Then I woke up well after I should have to a phone call asking, "Are we seeing this movie or not and where are you? and dashed out ASAP and completely forgot about it until late evening. I'm really sorry, and it won't happen again.))
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Jean-Paul was in his office for his scheduled office hours, but most of his attention was on his computer and his phone as he attempted to deal with his portfolio and some idiot who was answering the phone instead of his actual stock broker. He suspected Skrulls.

He would almost welcome a distraction.
notanactualfairy: (JP has glowy eyes)
With finals fast approaching, Jean-Paul supposed it would be prudent to hold office hours so students could ask questions, express concerns, tell him he was a horrible person, you know, the usual. So Wednesday morning found him behind his desk, checking his e-mail. His inbox was full of messages from a blocked address, and he foolishly clicked one of them.

"X-MEN RPS?" echoed through the halls.

A little later, it was, "I WOULD NEVER!"

He was horrified, yet intrigued. It was like he couldn't look away.

((Open like an office with a horrified Quebecois mutant in it!))
notanactualfairy: (thinking of smiling...)
Jean-Paul was behind his desk, playing spider solitaire and occasionally pausing to work on lesson plans. Ah, the glamorous life of an ex-superhero.

If anyone wanted to interrupt him, that would be just fine by him.
notanactualfairy: (Jean-Paul is cranky)
Jean-Paul was in his office, thinking wistfully of Halloween candy. All that sugar he couldn't have...

Sometimes life really wasn't fair.

((Open like an office...that is open!))
notanactualfairy: (Jean-Paul is cranky)
Jean-Paul was not a happy camper. This was at least partially because his texts to his sister demanding she entertain him while he waited for parents to show up had been met with, 'Why are you not in church?' Not that he didn't love Jeanne-Marie. It was just...not what he'd been looking for this particular morning.

notanactualfairy: (thinking of smiling...)
Jean-Paul had considered putting up a sort of mad lib sign on the door and calling it a day. [Your child's name here] has been [above average/average/obsessed with spandex] in my class. You should be [proud/ashamed of yourself]. Then let them fill that in as they deemed appropriate. However, he suspected that would get him fired, so here he was in the flesh instead.
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Jean-Paul was, of course, in his office today. Behind the desk so no one could see what he was wearing and whether it left his knees visible. Ha.
notanactualfairy: (Default)
Jean-Paul was in his office, ready to hear student complaints. He was also trying to come up with a class for fall. Possibly something that would make the students hate him less. But this class was just so much fun.

Jean-Paul was hardly the nicest person around, but most people already knew that.
notanactualfairy: (Default)
Jean-Paul was in his office all day today. And no that was not an internet dating site he was looking at, thank you very much.

He was, of course, available to hear any concerns or complaints his students might have. Or, you know. Whatever.

((Open like office hours!))
notanactualfairy: (JP is wounded)
Jean-Paul's face looked much better, and so he'd finally deigned to hold office hours. After all, the pixie woman probably wouldn't, and someone had to be available to hear the students' whining inevitable complaints.
notanactualfairy: (actually smiling!)
Look, it was a Jean-Paul! And he was in his office, trying to get his syllabi done.

They were, however, a little derailed by a phone conversation with his sister during which she did not stop laughing for ten minutes straight.

He never should have told her he was a teenager over the weekend.
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If Jean-Paul looked somewhat cranky during his office hours today, it was because he was getting a jump start on his taxes. Scott had offered to have them done for him, since apparently he was still on the rolls of the X-Men (hopeful, that), but like hell he was letting Bobby Drake into his personal finances. For a variety of reasons, most importantly that he still had a crush on him that he suspected Bobby wasn't all that familiar with the Canadian tax system. So, taxes.

If he had laser eyes, the computer would be a smoldering pile of circuitry.

((Open! Distract him?))
notanactualfairy: (Default)
Jean-Paul had been remiss in holding his office hours lately, but with the exam looming, he knew he needed to be in his office in case anyone wanted last-minute tutoring, and to prevent any attempts to steal the exam.

He'd barely been in his office ten minutes when an IM popped up:

Crazy sister in here! )
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Jean-Paul was in his office, as per usual for him on a Tuesday. He had snacks and links to the new Dieux de Stade calendar. Superspeed guaranteed he could switch to Minesweeper before any students who stopped in got a look at the screen. Life was good.
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Jean-Paul was in his office, first listening to the podcasts of the radio to try to get a better idea of what had happened while he was gone, then e-mailing Jeanne-Marie to find out how repairs at Xavier's were coming along, all the while silently cursing that circumstances had not allowed him to be here for Bart's memorial service.

((Open, as office hours frequently are.))
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Jean-Paul was grading exams. Jean-Paul was a mean, mean pointy-eared man, and was making snarky comments in the margins at even the slightest hint of an error. But only for the ridiculously smart students; he figured they could take it. Sometimes? His logic wasn't the best.

After he finished the exams, that definitely was not a trashy romance he was reading. Really. Anyway, the promised gay angle turned out to be a fumbling three-way. Yawn.

((Open like office hours!))
notanactualfairy: (Default)
Jean-Paul loved his sister, but so help him God, if he never had to spend another weekend in the same apartment as her? That would be good. Jeanne-Marie had gone to mass, Jean-Paul had declined to join her and gotten a look of 'your poor soul' for his troubles, and now here he was. It wasn't hiding if she could reasonably guess where he was, right?

((Open, like an office.))
notanactualfairy: (actually smiling!)
As someone might want to talk to him about their child's math grade, or something else for that matter, Jean-Paul was spending Saturday in his office. This was not as boring as it might have been any other Saturday, though, for this Saturday he had company. Jeanne-Marie-shaped company. Jean-Paul found himself having the same conversation about his life at Fandom he'd handwavily had with Aurora the day before, only edited for Jeanne-Marie's more delicate sensibilities. Truly, life was never boring with his sister around.

((Open to all! Two twins, one stone! However, I will be away for most, if not all, of Saturday, so expect extreme slowplay. D:))
notanactualfairy: (Default)
After missing his class on Friday due to his mun being a moron a sudden and unforeseen (weren't they all?) incident with Jeanne-Marie, and having completely neglected to hold office hours the day before, Jean-Paul supposed he'd better be present and accounted for in his office on Wednesday, just in case.

Also, Captain America was supposed to deliver him beer, and he didn't want to miss that.


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