Former Evil Gay Zombie Mutant Ninja

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.))

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!))

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!))

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.

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.

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.

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?))

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.

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!))

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:))