Office Hours, Thursday

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal didn't much expect his students to need him yet, unless Anna wanted to start learning to use video or Isabelle decided to drop the class, but he believed in keeping good habits. So he was in his office, working on future lesson plans, pruning his herbs, and listening to opera.



[OOC: Open door and post!]

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[furnaceface]

"One of the very first that I was around for, back when I was still a student at the school myself, was a bunch of killer vegetables," Jono replied, as though it was really no big deal, no. "Mostly tomatoes, I think. There've also been walking mushrooms, and onions that would insult you until you cried if you didn't... dispose of them."

Jono had kind of blown his up. Using his face.

[sharp_as_knives]

"That sounds..." insane? dangerous? bizarre? "...very much like something this island would do, yes." Hannibal shook his head. It did keep things interesting, at any rate.

[furnaceface]

"That's one way to put it," Jono chuckled. "After a while, the novelty wears off some, for what it's worth."

Said the big blue-grey man whose face used to be on fire.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I find myself rather enjoying the novelty." Hannibal shrugged. "It challenges, forces me to adapt. After all, the day you stop learning and changing, you're dead. Or at least you might as well be."

Said the cannibal.

[furnaceface]

"That's why I always try to keep myself engaged with something," Jono admitted. "Especially around here. I don't handle stagnating well."

At all. The moment Jon started sitting around doing nothing, that would be the moment silent brooding mode would take over. And that was never a good idea.

... Except maybe for that one time he'd literally depressed himself to the point of immunity to D'Spayre's psionic-emotional attacks on the Massachusetts Academy. But that was something of a fluke.