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Dubhan's bedroom and office have been renovated since taking over the position of headmaster. He has reluctantly added a few pieces of technology to his otherwise empty desk. The computer and printer (and all that came with them) continue to mystify him despite his colleague's insistence that it will help him to better run the school. He has been spending his free time over the summer fighting with keyboards, mice, and word processing programs. The end result is an incredibly basic understanding of computers. With any luck, Dubhan will be computer literate by the time first month's payroll comes around.

Behind his desk is a rolling chair, with another chair against the wall for visitors to make use of. The bookshelves are full of books on law around the world, ethical debate, and some of Dubhan's own handwritten volumes. A few knickknacks from his travels fill in the spaces between books.

There is a fireplace on the opposite wall that stays lit in colder months. A file cabinet leans against the wall, full of information on past and present staff and students. When not teaching or in the teacher's lounge, Dubhan can normally be found working here, as he does not take meals.

Outside the door is a small safe. Any who enter the office are required to leave their gold outside. Dubhan asks his students and colleagues to understand why he asks this.

Nurse

Sister Eleanor pushed open the door, chuckling when she saw the inside. Dubhan had left his computer on, along with everything else. She shook her head, and set her files down on the empty spot on the desk.

She woke the computer from its screensaver and set to work, connecting the printer and printing off copies of what she needed. Once that was done, she filled up her manila folder and tucked it back on her clipboard.

With a little tinkering, she made the desktop and applications a little more accessible to the poor dullahan. Frankly, she was amazed he hadn't accidentally locked the thing down completely yet.

That done, she decided to wait for Dubhan to come back. No matter how easy she made using the computer, it was probably still best if she could show him firsthand. The last thing she needed was to be pulled away from someone in the infirmary because Dubhan couldn't find the proper spreadsheets.

Headmaster, Law and Ethics

Dubhan was fussing with the computer again as the sun went down over the Academy walls. He had copied out pertinent information regarding rosters, a full list of students, staff, and payroll, and as much information as he could find that he was somehow able to change within the computer, lest the thing disappear from the screen as it was wont to do sometimes.

He poked a few keys on the keyboard. Something happened, but he wasn't sure what. A new window opened, displaying something called "e-mail" that Eleanor had set up for him. "Oh dear," he said, lifting his head a bit to read the screen. "Hm."

He kept poking at the keys. The email disappeared, and another window opened, flashing words and letters at him as sound played from the speakers. Dubhan nearly fell back in shock. "I've, I've done something terrible," he mumbled, giving the speakers a fearful tap. He found the volume switch, and managed to hush the infernal thing. With a few more stabs at the keyboard, the screen changed back to the stock image of a dog that was his desktop background.

With an angry sigh, Dubhan fell forward onto the desk, his neck flush with the keyboard. His head stared at the screen, utterly fed up with the thing. At least he'd copied everything out of it. Maybe he could get Sister to come help him again later...

No! To do that would be to admit defeat to this infernal, glowing, screeching, thing. He'd figure it out sooner or later... "I... refuse... to be... outdone... by anything... that BEEPS," Dubhan said stubbornly, stabbing at the keyboard.

Headmaster, Law and Ethics

Dubhan fought the urge to incinerate his computer. It wasn't going well, nor would it for many a day. He sensed he'd be taking computer lessons from Sister for months if he was ever to be fluent in technology.

He heard a knock at the door. "Enter," he said, poking at the button that turned the monitor off. What a disaster. He ought to refuse to use the damn thing and just continue on with his inkwells and handwriting for the rest of eternity. It would certainly be easier, at this point...

Headmaster, Law and Ethics

"Sir Amnicolo, you need no one's permission to leave your post at the end of your shift," Dubhan said, waving his hand in a 'yes' motion to Izromos. "Our opening banquet is tonight, I encourage you to attend. The staff table will always have a place for you."

He rubbed the back of his neck. He probably ought to attend as well... but first, he ought to sort out whatever damage he had caused here. "I'll be heading there myself shortly. But, in any case. You are free to do as you will," Dubhan clarified. "Thank you."

Headmaster, Law and Ethics

Dubhan beamed as Izromos left the room. He had a good feeling about the staff this year, not at all like the unease he felt upon hiring Astrid. Hopefully, his vetting process had become tight enough that such outrageous staffers could no longer slip through.

He turned back to his computer, determined to strike a blow in his favor against this "e-mail." Dubhan gave a sigh, poking at the keyboard again. Let's teach this old dog some new tricks, then.

Headmaster, Law and Ethics

Dubhan shouldered open the door to his office, pulling Thomas in after him and hoping Izromos was not far behind with Kenton and Maeza. Ideally, he could speak with the staff first... then, he could send the two fae off to their sentences right away.

"You will sit quietly with me for the duration of the evening," Dubhan ordered. "This is your punishment."

"Don't I get to clean up?" Thomas spat.

"When Sister arrives I will have her take a look at you," Dubhan said. "You will be released tomorrow morning before classes so that you may return to your room, fetch your things, and go to class."

Thomas exhaled angrily through his nose. "I trust I'm not the only one getting punished?"

"That is not your decision." Dubhan pulled up a chair for Thomas, and sat back in his own desk chair. "Sit. Wait. Say nothing."

Thomas leaned defiantly backwards in his chair, resting his ankle on his knee. "Fine."

"Silence."

Dubhan folded his hands over his head, awaiting the arrival of the rest.

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Rob quietly knocked on Dubhan's door as he entered. This isn't going to be pretty...I should have started packing my bags because I'm about to lose my job, he thought as he stood there, stiff as a board, in front of Herr Dubhan. He gave him a formal bow, absent of his usual flourishes, and then stood straight again. "Herr, I apologize for my poor conduct in the dining hall. It was unprofessional and childish of me and I can offer you no excuse as to why I acted in such a manner."

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