It's been said that the Soft-Eyed Mycologist entered the class, but it would be more precise to say he has practically waltzed in. His step is jay, the corners of his mouth are raised in a smile - not a particularly pretty smile, definitely not a soft smile. He greets everyone he passes by, offers sweeping gestures left and right. (He also looks towards the ceiling of the dome. Whatever he is looking for, he doesn't find it, because he keeps casting his gaze upwards every two minutes or so.)
Once in his seat, he starts digging out the whole work-desk from his briefcase: The Dewar bottle (this time it contains chai), the mechanical pencil, the flameproof notebook, the sliding ruler (which among many other things does work as a sliding ruler), the three pens, his own goggles, loose papers of assorted notes, gloves. You are instantly glad you are not sitting next to him, because all this takes up... a considerable amount of space. The briefcase is a sandwich and blanket short of picnic hamper.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-07-15 03:48 pm (UTC)(He also looks towards the ceiling of the dome. Whatever he is looking for, he doesn't find it, because he keeps casting his gaze upwards every two minutes or so.)
Once in his seat, he starts digging out the whole work-desk from his briefcase: The Dewar bottle (this time it contains chai), the mechanical pencil, the flameproof notebook, the sliding ruler (which among many other things does work as a sliding ruler), the three pens, his own goggles, loose papers of assorted notes, gloves.
You are instantly glad you are not sitting next to him, because all this takes up... a considerable amount of space. The briefcase is a sandwich and blanket short of picnic hamper.