In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.

"Hello, you've reached Steve Rogers. I'm not here; you know what to do."

BEEP

For my own reference:

Arts & Crafts (Tuesday)
Alec
Teddy Altman
Animal
Seely Booth
Demyx
Haku
Vi Hewson
Cassie Lang
Savannah Levine
Jude Lizowski
Charlie McGee
Michelangelo
Ami Mizuno
Namine
Raphael
Carmela Rodriguez
Setsuna Sakurazaki
Elizabeth Sherman
Johnny Storm
Will Vandom

Steve's flight had gotten him into BWI with just enough time to drive back to the island, shower, change, grab a quick breakfast, and get up to the school for the scheduled start of his office hours. He wasn't complaining, though. Even if he hadn't been rebuilt to be able to function for substantially longer than two days on zero sleep, he was still riding the buzz from last night's victory, and he had strong coffee. Its effect might be purely psychological, but that had never stopped him from drinking it.

The door to Steve's office was open, and all was right with his world. Come bother him.

( Cut for length )

Steve was in his office all day. Really. He was reading one of his art books. His player totally didn't think she put up office hours when she'd forgotten completely, she swears.

( Cut for baseball game outcome-type spoilers )

((Establishy! NFB & NFI due to distance!))

Bucky's visit had made Steve realize how very out of touch he'd gotten with his old friends in New York, so he spent part of his office hours today making phone calls (Sam promised to send more lox), and part of the time debating with himself whether it would be rude to call Don and ask him to put Thor on the phone while leafing through some of his art books.

((Open office is open!))

Steve was seated behind his desk in the classroom today, since that was where the students' displays were. A sign on the door of his office should direct any parents or other interested parties who wished to speak to him here. He had also provided freshly baked chocolate chip, peanut butter, and oatmeal raisin cookies for anyone who happened by, because he was nice like that and had possibly baked too many for even him and Bucky to finish off.

Steve's guest for the weekend wasn't really the 'picnic' sort, so Steve skipped that entirely and came home after putting up signs on his classroom and office door, alerting people that he would be holding office hours the next day and Sunday afternoon. He had work to do at home, making up the couch and baking cookies. Bucky could use a homemade cookie now and again.

Steve was in a good mood during this week's office hours, and working on the preliminary sketch for a larger piece he was thinking about doing. His door was, as always, open to anyone who wanted to speak with him.

Steve was reading a book on the history of photography today during his office hours. It was interesting enough, but still not really his thing. He'd be happy to set it aside if anyone showed up to office hours.

((Open office hours are open! And quite late, shhh.))

Steve was in his office for his usual office hours. The door was open in case anyone wanted to stop by, and Steve was occupying himself with a sketchpad and some charcoal.

That e-mail from Sharon? Still unopened in his inbox, thanks.

((Open like an office that is open.))

Steve's first class of the new semester was the next day, so he'd come up to the school to make sure everything was in order, and that he had the supplies he would need. And, since he wanted to stay around in case anyone wanted to speak to him, to finally deal with the e-mail that tended to build up in one's account when you wound up on ONTD and Page Six of the Daily Bugle for being at an airport with, apparently, your ex-best friend you weren't supposed to be on speaking terms with. And then winding up on Youtube for beating up Batroc (plus said apparently former best friend saying some things he thought were funny).

Most people got a variation on, He's from an alternate universe and I don't want to hear it. The e-mail from Sally Floyd requesting an interview led to a moment's pause at her audacity before he deleted it.

The one from Sharon, though--well, it had been fifteen minutes and his cursor was still hovering over it as he tried to work up the nerve to open the darn thing. He hadn't heard from her since she shot him, after all.

((Door and office hours are open!))

Vacation was drawing to a close, and soon the guys would have to be back in Fandom to start another school year. Clearly, there was only one thing to do, and that was eat lobster. Lots of it. With butter.

This had been accomplished, and now they were walking back toward the B&B. It was a nice evening for a walk, Steve thought. And it would probably do Tony some good.

((NFB due to distance. For those guys.))

As soon as the foursome from Fandom exited the terminal, a man walked up to Steve, handed him an envelope, and walked off without saying a word. Ah, SHIELD's unnecessary secrecy. How Steve didn't miss it. He opened the envelope and took out two things: the keys to a Porsche and a piece of paper, which he unfolded and scanned. As he read, a grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Tony, you're going to have to sign this before we can leave."

((Open to those guys. NFB due to distance.))

Steve knew the moment he woke up something was seriously...off. He rolled over and lifted the sheets. It was as he'd suspected. He had breasts. "Huh." Then after a moment's consideration, "Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

His morning workout was right out, since he didn't own a bra, so after he got up and put on a t-shirt and pair of sweats that seemed to be intent on almost falling off his hips no matter how tight he pulled the drawstring, he decided to make brownies. He was randomly a woman. As far as he was concerned, that called for chocolate.

((Mostly establishy, but could be open, I guess, if anyone wants to drop by or be lured by the smell of brownies. *is flexible*))

Steve had been staring at a section of the Wall for a while when someone stopped beside him instead of just walking on past and said, "Come here often?"

He didn't look at Bucky, just ( said )

((NFI, NFB due to distance.))

Steve was doing push-ups. Lots and lots of push-ups. The idea was to wear himself out enough to sleep without dreams. The problem was that it took a whole lot to wear him out. He might have to go for a twenty-mile run after this.

( Studies in coming back from the dead )

((NFI))