it's always storytime

----------------------------------------- || PROF. JACOB LISBON || || CREATIVE WRITING || ----------------------------------------- Office Hours: Mon, Wed 4 - 7 pm Fri 3 - 6 pm ----------------------------------------- “Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.” Big brother is watching, Yael. ( atticus rpg )

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Dorian: Yeah but you have to admit that you're the closest to the English Department, which means I'm right :)))))

Dorian: Are you asking me to go to a bar with you, drink American beer, then get impossibly drunk and red faced and embarrassing?

Dorian: Because I will, and I'll embarrass you too, so you better pick a bar that isn't too popular with the students

Dorian: Wouldn't want them to have a video of us singing to some sentimental musical number, now would we?

Jacob: At least I'm not the one who's using emojis like a twelve year old.

Jacob: Whatever. No. And whatever. Just meet me at the south entrance.

Jacob: Most of the students are away at that vacation trip thing anyways.

Jacob: And I don't sing.

[wysley]

Can’t say that I did. I always assumed they would be one of those supposedly soothing colors. I guess we will, hopefully they’re not renovating the whole hall. It would be unfortunate to have to find a whole other route.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     He really does try to keep the huff of disdain from escaping into the air, he really does. “Far from it. Far from soothing. Think a very off key instrument. But to the eyes --nevermind.” He’s going for the door, one hand pressed against the glass as he shrugs and pushes it open. “I guess you could inquire with the office.”

[wysley]

I don’t know, I never minded those walls. The construction is annoying, though, I agree.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     You must have at least felt the disgusting aura of that color though. We’ll just have to go around, I suppose --and hope it doesn’t rain.

[wysley]

Wait, really? Where exactly in the wing?

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     It wasn’t really clear exactly how much they were renovating it, but it seemed to be a pretty big job. I guess it would make sense they’re doing it now between the regular school year and summer classes, but it’s still annoying. Though maybe they’ll finally get rid of those putrid green walls.

[wysley]

Wait, say that again, just slower this time. It’s a little hard to understand you when you’re talking a mile a minute.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     “Yeah sorry, but I think they’re renovating the wing or something. Not really sure, but there’s a bunch of yellow tape and scaffolding going up.”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Dorian: Is the English Lit professor using the word 'awesomer'? Mate, are you a tad drunk, or is it the late night dementia setting in? ;)

Dorian: But I LIKE teaching! I think it's fun and engaging-- when the students actually listen, of course

Dorian: Maybe I'm doing something wrong...

Dorian: No I'm not. They're all wrong and I'm right and I'm incredibly interesting. Tell me I'm interesting.

Jacob: Excuse you, Creative Lit. There's a fine line, and I love to walk it.

Jacob: And no, I'm not drunk. I'm professional.

Jacob: And awesome.

Jacob: Though there might be beer on my desk. I'm not sure. On second thought, it doesn't really taste like beer.

Jacob: Maybe I should go get some real beer. Wanna come? I can tell you how awesome you are in person.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Dorian: I'll make her listen to you. She LOVES me. Well, technically my Siri has a male voice and I've named him-- are you allowed to do that without sounding completely crazy?

Dorian: Well, I'll give you that, but YOU don't have to deal with atrocious butchering of names and certain event titles, alright? Do you have students telling you that 'Joan of ARK got burnt at the steak'?

Dorian: Maybe we can do a double kill. I'll drink poison, stumble over and stab you, then we'll die together. Sound fair?

Dorian: Or I can drink a gigantic bottle of wine and pretend I'm not a professor and I'm just dreaming

Jacob: The world's only as awesome as you make it, and if naming Siri makes it awesomer to you, then fine. Though, unfortunately, I don't think there's any hope for my Siri. Just let her sleep.

Jacob: Thankfully no, but I do still get those who don't know the difference between the three there's and two it's. I think we've both got our demons to tackle, honestly.

Jacob: Whoa, slow down there Romeo.

Jacob: Too bad we signed up for this, ammirite?

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Dorian: Oh? How insightful. Maybe I should do that whenever I get inspired. Normally I just tell Siri to remind me to jot it down once I get home; Siri and I are best friends

Dorian: Are you almost done?

Dorian: Have you at least found ONE attempt at plagiarism and two accounts of run on sentences? We really should make a Bingo game out of this. Whoever wins gets...something

Jacob: Siri is just WEIRD. She never listens to me, but that's alright. One less voice for me to listen to.

Jacob: Does not answering that infer a no?

Jacob: And only TWO run on sentences??? What is this, a joke? For real though, if those are only two squares on the card I would definitely win.

Jacob: Improper use of a semicolon. Improper word placement. A thesis that doesn't even beg a question. Please kill me, it would be easier.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Dorian: Do you always write stories on the back of your hands? You do know pocketbooks are a thing, yes?

Dorian: Maybe I should get you one. You know, with a matching pen so you wouldn't rub your handprints all over everything and somehow land yourself in the middle of a crime scene investigation

Dorian: Is there anything you need, Jacob?

Jacob: I was in a bit of a hurry to leave the house, at least I had the pen.

Jacob: Eh, thanks for the thought but I've always liked using stuff around me. It helps trigger the same inspiration when I read it later.

Jacob: Nah. Just some faith in humanity and a way out of this hell paved with papers-yet-to-be-graded.

[prof-jacoblisbon]

Jacob ✉ Dorian

Jacob: I really hope this is the right number because the ink on my hand got a little smudged which really sucks because I think I had some pretty rad story ideas written there, but...

Jacob: Dorian?

[charliexscoops]

Harrison was shifting side to side as the other gave him his full attention. At that poing his hands were gripping his book tightly to comfort himself infront of the elder. He was trying his hardest to maintain eyecontact with the teacher. “It’s through the school, but its for IMB. They offered me an intership with them and it is for programming. They suggested a mentor or a teacher and I figured since I actually like your class, and it isnt one of my computer based ones, I would ask”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     Harrison. His work is decent enough, a good brainstorming session could yield a fair amount of traits he could wax on about for two pages. Blue eyes crinkle slightly as he gives a warm smile and a nod. “Well, since you said you liked my class...” A quiet chuckle fills the room, before cobalt irises slide to his computer screen to pull up his planner in a couple clicks. “When do you need this by?”

[ofcxterina]

“I don’t even want to start thinking about what you can hear through your walls.”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     “Wise thoughts, Felicity. In a few years I’m definitely using my seniority to swap to one in not such close proximity to the dorms.”

[halleyivy]

Halley lingered in the door way, bag hanging from her shoulder. “It’s about the short story assignment,” she said confidently. “You never explained the content limits.” She sat down on the top of the desk in the front row and crossed her legs. “Say, murder, would that be okay? What about blackmail?”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     Jacob takes a moment to consider the question, lips tugging down into a thoughtful frown. “Well, literature is meant to engage the mind, break through barriers, and silently provide a voice that’s louder than any scream. I didn’t mention any limits, because their shouldn’t be any --you’re all legal now. Though, I do ask if you wish include heavy events like murder or sexual content, that there be a greater purpose to it than just writing it.”

[charliexscoops]

“Oh sorry professor. I was just wondering if I could get a recommendation from you for my internship next year? They really like a variety of voices for them”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     “Quite alright, Harrison.” The interruption is almost welcomed anyhow --a night break between the blurring lines of one paper to the next. Recommendations though, those were almost more painful to write than to grade English gen ed essays, but the thought barely flits across his conscience as he puts down his pen and gives the student the full attention of azure hues. “What sort of recommendation for what sort of internship?”

[ofcxterina]

“Jesus, I didn’t see that you were in here. Why are you even in here? Why not just work in your office? I mean, the dean lets me study here when I need some quiet.”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     “Change of scenery helps me stay awake? And it is quieter in here --offices have thin walls.”

[prof-jacoblisbon]

     “Office hours ended two hours ago, but considering I’m still here and you’re here, what do you need?”

[writersrelief-deactivated202404]

The world always seems brighter when you’ve just made something that wasn’t there before.

Neil Gaiman