Cara had intended on taking a long, relaxing bath while looking over the pamphlets for tomorrow's class and trying to decipher what they were actually attempting to say. A futile task, but at least she could say she tried.

Of course, because the island hated her, she instead spent her evening trying to escape the now much larger bathtub and even longer trying to dry her fur.

Though, on balance, that probably still a better use of her time.

In addition to the...teaching materials they'd been...assigned for the next semester, Cara and Magnus had been given a voucher for this...business. To 'help them get into the spirit'.

Cara looked at the blindfold she'd just been handed. It was not helping her general air of dubiousness. "Why?"

[For the teaching bro.]

Cara realised she's been neglecting that whole office hours thing, so here she was, in her office, doing vitally important preparation for her class on Thursday.

This vitally important preparation seemed to mostly involve moving a catnip-filled toy squirrel around her desk for Surreal to pounce on.

[Open door, open post.]

Cara was back in her office. Cara was also wondering which genius had designed such ill-defensible offices considering how regularly the island was invaded.

Not that she was worried about that, of course not. It was just good sense to consider these things.

Which was why she was rearranging her furniture to best fortify her office.

[Door closed, post open, mord'sith (mood)stoned.]

Cara had an office, and while it was nowhere near as absurdly huge as her apartment, she wasn't really sure what to do with it.

Well, of course she knew what an office was for, but she was hardly swimming in paperwork, and she wasn't sure what else she was supposed to do in here all day because they didn't have Solitaire or Minesweeper or the internet in the Midlands. So for now she was just testing the sturdiness of the furniture, because that was good to know. Just in case.

Which totally required spinning in this giant leather chair.

[Door and post open.]

It hadn't been a complete waste of her time, but Cara had been glad to leave the picnic behind her, in favour of actually going to the apartment she'd be staying in the next few months.

Which was on the top floor of the building.

Admittedly there were still less stairs than in the average Mord'Sith temple, and one of those elevator contraptions, but this is what happened when you didn't specify details when renting a place, Cara.

After absolutely no fumbling with the keys, she pushed the door open. "It's bigger than I expected."

[For the girl.]