ZIXIL BRAXTON CAN MEET EVEN YOUR NEEDIEST NEEDS*
INQUIRE WITHIN
*most of the time, usually, sometimes a small fee may apply
INQUIRE WITHIN
*most of the time, usually, sometimes a small fee may apply
Sounds about right.
If you've only come to drop off your homework, there is a wide slot about two feet from the ground. Shoving your homework through this slot deposits it in a basket for Zixil to collect...at some point.
If you need to speak with the professor, or your homework won't fit, it just takes one heavy knock on the door. With a grating mechanical grinding, it swings open, apparently attached to some mechanism that senses the vibrations and lets visitors in automatically. No need for him to stand up for unnecessary reasons.
Every inch of the wall has something on it - a poster, a print, a clipping from a paper, artwork ranging in varying degrees of success. There is at least one shelf per wall, two on the farthest wall, all filled to the brim with books and knicknacks. Boxes are stacked as high as they can possibly go on the tops of the shelves, each taped down with the same muck tape used to hang the sign. One appears to be moving.
The professor's desk is covered in all manner of both bizarre and mundane items, save for a blocked-off square about 2x2 feet, which looks like it is used for grading assignments. A stack of large envelopes, all stamped and addressed to some of the wealthiest denizens of Halloween, is just barely visible on the desk's left corner. They all rest against the wall, and some envelopes seem to be venturing down into the crack between desk and wall. They will probably never be heard from again.
A 4-foot safe that once resided in his classroom has been moved into his office, and now sits in a buckling chair next to him at the desk. The same consideration for seating has not been given for students: this office is standing room only.
