Daisy's office hours, Thursday, 9/14

[actingreaper]

Daisy opened up her office and headed directly for the book case to choose what work she would peruse while lounging in a picturesque manner and waiting to see if any students ever showed up.

These office hours really were quite relaxing.

She pulled out a good-sized volume of contemporary American short plays, only to have something come springing out from behind the book at her.

"GRAVELING!"

It was a most unladylike scream. As was the prat fall that landed her, well, on her prat, wrinkling her loose cotton blouse and causing her to lose one of the heels on her boots.

She actually didn't notice this, as she clutched her plays to her chest, heart pounding, and then got a closer look at the "graveling".

Didn't look anything like one, really.

It had ears, for one thing.

And no legs. Just a spring.

"Whoever did this will pay dearly. You hear me? A plague on both your houses!"

And there was the fist shaking at the sky.

Fun times. Really.

[ooc: her office is open to anyone needing info on classes, or just responding to the melodramatic shrieking.]

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[morphenomenal.livejournal.com]

On his way from his office to class, Billy heard Daisy's screams and ran to her office. "What happened?? Are you alright??"

[actingreaper]

"Stupid goddamned teenagers and their goddamned jokes do they really think that's funny because it's not would have given me a heartattack if I could have heart attacks. . . ."

Daisy was systematically dismantling the gremlin thingy. She gave Billy a sidelong glance.

"I'm fine, honey, thanks for checking. I assume it was one of the students who set up this little . . . delightful prank."