Very early Saturday morning, Drax returned to his office, ready for the break before the beginning of the new semester. The moment he opened the door, though, he knew that his break wasn't going to be pleasant. "You reek of Thanos." he said.
( Inside this lj cut lies revelations! Continuity! And drama! All in the Mighty Marvel Manner! Excelsior! )

Drax had received a memo about the new substitute principal. For a moment he wondered whether or not it was even necessary. He and Hades would be able to keep things from exploding, surely. Literally, even.

And then Drax realized the flaw in that. "That would mean Hades would have more power," he sighed. And he certainly wasn't going to talk the school board into making himself Acting Principal Drax. He'd sooner give himself up to Death herself.

He'd find some way to deal with this. How bad could it be, really?

Drax was enjoying his week without having to worry about getting anything set up for Friday. Still, he should do something that day, just to make sure he didn't miss a beat.

He was pencilling in "get drunk" for Friday. He wasn't sure Terran liquor could do the job at this point, but it was worth a shot.

For now, though, he was in his office and the door was open.

[OOC: Open hooray!]

Drax had bought himself a magnetic dart board in order to help him pass the time. Sure, the lack of pointy projectiles was annoying to him, but at least magnetic darts wouldn't allow him to do anything that would get him fired.

Still, magnetic darts probably weren't supposed to stick into the wall when he missed the dartboard.

Drax's door was open.

[Slow due to work.]

Drax was busy. He was curious just how many hidden weapons he could have in his office, so he decided to experiment. He had a bunch of knife blades, some superglue, and various objects that he could attempt to hide the blades in. It would be just like a cane sword, only knifier.

The flower pot knife was an interesting idea, but the dirt refused to hold the blade long enough to make it work. The picture frame knife could have worked if he had a picture in the frame to conceal the blade. The phone knife just destroyed the phone and now he needed a new office phone. The chair knife was uncomfortable, the overhead fluorescent light knife took too long to retrieve, the clock knife made a terrible noise and no longer told time, and the desk knife just wasn't going to work no matter what.

Drax sighed and left the office long enough to take the blades and superglue back home. When he returned, he decided that if he ever really needed a weapon, he could always use the remains of the fruit basket Miss Rosenberg gave him. They were rotten by now, they could be used as smelly projectiles.

[OOC: Drax is in his office if anyone wants to bug him. I have some errands to run, but I'll be around all day after that.

Oh, and people who signed up to get called into Drax's office, many apologies for this past week. Work + illness = no fun.]

Hello there. If there was anyone scheduled to be called into Drax's office today, sorry, I have to be a liar and skip a day. It's going to be a super-busy at work and I won't have time to play at all, and then I'll have other stuff to focus on this evening (*waves to luau*).

More importantly, though, thanks to the people who've stopped by so far while I've been adjusting to playing a jerk who isn't a buffoon. Neither you nor I have had any clue how those conversations were going to go but they've worked out nicely. Drax may not like most of you, but I love you. Thanks!

The blackout was having very little effect on Drax at the moment. He preferred his office to be dark anyway. It made things seem more imposing. Having that forced at the moment would probably be a good balance to the fruit basket on his desk.

Maybe if he stabbed the pineapple and left the knife in there. Maybe that would help. It was something to consider.

[OOC: It looks like I'll be really busy at work this morning, so slightly slower than usual during that time. I was extremely busy at all day up until now. I am moderately less busy at the moment, so going slow. Most of the playing still to be done this evening, hooray!]

Drax was in his office, looking through his desk drawers. There was still some stuff from the previous dean in there. Arts & Crafts supplies, a little wooden arm, and - disturbingly - a small container of something labeled antenna wax.

He had been all around the universe, seen and done things that would drive most men mad, but as he looked at this container he knew that he just plain didn't want to know what possible reason somebody could have for owning antenna wax.

[OOC: I just got home from work about 20 minutes ago, and tomorrow afternoon will be pretty busy at work. What I'm getting at is that I may be a little slower than usual. That said, all are welcome, especially Willow. But sleep now.]

Drax sat in his office, looking through the books of his predessessor that had survived the school's destruction. There was a joke book, a book about criminal justice, and the 2006 yearbook.

In a worst-case scenerio, he figured that the criminal justice book could be used as a blunt weapon.

[OOC: Due to the Meet the Dean signups being more popular than expected, I'll be pushing some of the volunteers to next week. Thanks for volunteering, though! I'll have a morning announcement post up shortly. I'll e afk due to sleep and work until Monday evening, although I may be able to grab a few pings throughout the morning.]

Next week, Drax will be holding office hours every day. He will want to get used to the new students and will thusly call random students to his office to talk to them. And possibly see how easily teenagers are intimidated.

If you would like to be called into his office for a conversation this week, please let me know what day would be best for you in the comments of this post. Drax will then call you into the office via a morning announcement on that day for a little chat.

Thank you for obliging. And if you don't oblige, know that I will cry. :(

ETA: Posts will be going up the night before and be really slow during the work day only to pick up in the evening. Slowplay is fine by me.