Ignis Scientia (
chef_chocobro) wrote2022-01-20 04:13 am
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Office Hours: Office #27; Thursday [01/20].
When Ignis came into his office that morning for his now again regular office hours, he...had not expected to find that it had been rather oddly redecorated. Perhaps redecorated wasn't quite the word for it, but, needless to say, when he opened the door and discovered his office appeared to be a grassy field instead of a room, with an outcropping of rock instead of a desk, well...
All he could do was just put a hand on his hip, considered it carefully, and decided it was best not to think about it too hard. Fandom was clearly having a thing right now, and he could just hope that whatever that thing was would just pass quickly, and, in the meantime, he supposed he would just enjoy the fresh air and the fact that the weather inside his office was much nicer than the weather outside of it.
[[ open door, open office! ]]
All he could do was just put a hand on his hip, considered it carefully, and decided it was best not to think about it too hard. Fandom was clearly having a thing right now, and he could just hope that whatever that thing was would just pass quickly, and, in the meantime, he supposed he would just enjoy the fresh air and the fact that the weather inside his office was much nicer than the weather outside of it.
[[ open door, open office! ]]
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Surprisingly Doc was still there, he reached over to shake Ignis’ hand, “Doctor Walter Hartford,” he said with a flourish, “my friends call me Doc,”
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"Ah, yes," he said. "I've heard quite a few things about your from Mr. Gooseman, Doc."
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“Huh?” was all he could think of to say when he realised no one else was with him.