Hannibal's office, Tuesday
Dec. 24th, 2013 02:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharp_as_knivesAlthough there weren't classes this week, Hannibal enjoyed keeping to a schedule, and there was always some manner of work to be done, so he had headed into his office today to work on next semester's classes.
He shook his head at the reindeer sleds as he passed through the town. At this point, it was one of the least strange things he'd seen. And at least it was festive.
He cracked the windows open and left the drapes closed; it kept the office warm enough, but let in a hint of chill and the smell of winter. In the corner, he left a bit of mulled wine heating and spreading its scent through the room, too. He had a glass of it to hand as he sat as his computer working on classes.
And if his Christmas music was all in languages other than English and written several centuries ago, everybody had their quirks.
[OOC: Open door and post! Slow work day today and tomorrow, so if anyone's at loose ends, come visit the cannibal!]
He shook his head at the reindeer sleds as he passed through the town. At this point, it was one of the least strange things he'd seen. And at least it was festive.
He cracked the windows open and left the drapes closed; it kept the office warm enough, but let in a hint of chill and the smell of winter. In the corner, he left a bit of mulled wine heating and spreading its scent through the room, too. He had a glass of it to hand as he sat as his computer working on classes.
And if his Christmas music was all in languages other than English and written several centuries ago, everybody had their quirks.
[OOC: Open door and post! Slow work day today and tomorrow, so if anyone's at loose ends, come visit the cannibal!]
