captainliberty: (eyebrow)
Sometime Saturday morning, Janet finally gets her act together and sends out individual E-mails to her students with their grades.

Ant-Girl- B
Captain Kickflip- B+
Darker Force- B
Guardian of Candracar- B+
Hulkling- B+
Human Spider, The- A
Katara- B
Love Machine, The- B
Miss Normal- B
Most Gigantic Doctor, The- incomplete
Mr. Fantastically Awesome and Sometimes Spectacular- B
Multiple Man- C-
Pirate Princess- incomplete
Plant Girl- B
Pom Pom Princess- B
Princess Powerful- A
Psychic Wonder- A-
Rendezvous- C-
Rhode Island Blob, The- C
Smart Alec- A-
Violet Femme- incomplete

And then actually decides she could stop putting her things back in boxes and head up to graduation. If only to see some of them leave.
captainliberty: (look at my boobies!)
Captain Liberty has no kids. She's more than okay with this. She's got a bowl of candy if any of them are around, though, mostly because if there are children, she'd rather keep them happy so they don't start with all that annoying screaming.

[Open, again, might be SP later.]
captainliberty: (dramatic! in costume)
Captain Liberty has meant to come to the office to work. She just hasn't felt like it. If anyone asks, she'll say she was doing Very Important Things like running students' names through Interpol.

[Open, SP is love, yadda yadda.]
captainliberty: (eyebrow)
Captain Liberty should be working.

She's not. She's tossing a bouncy ball against the wall and having to get up every time she doesn't catch it and it goes rolling across the floor.

captainliberty: (look at my boobies!)
Captain Liberty is working on things like attendance, really. And trying to check on things for tomorrow's class.

Mostly, though, she's paying reverance to her coffee.

captainliberty: (janet casual)
This is Janet moping. Shut up, she's allowed. The weekend hadn't been that bad, but the fact that someone recognized her on top of the rest? It means she's in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a pint of Chubby Hubby camped out in front of a DVD of The Journal.

See, moping.
captainliberty: (serious)
Captain Liberty had woken up in her own bed, in an apartment that was just a wee bit trashed due to having been inhabited by a five-year-old who had been so intent on playing in the boxes that still hadn't been unpacked yet. Well they were all unpacked now. Then she'd listened to the podcasts from radio over the last couple days, just to see how bad it really was.

And her secret identity had been outed. Twice. (Never mind that she'd done it to herself at least once. Seriously, never mind it. I said never mind.)

So Captain Liberty is in her office with the door cracked open, repeatedly banging her head against the desk, lightly enough so as not to cause concussion, and wondering if the bar at Caritas is open yet. Maybe they'd open especially early today?

And before anyone asks, I'm not only fine with her being outed, I'm freaking running with it. Hehehehehe.]
captainliberty: (wee!janet)
When Janet wakes up, there doesn't seem to be anyone around.

And you know what that means.


She bounces out of bed, deciding it's not breakfast time yet because no one's made it for her, and thinks she should start out by getting dressed. Janet goes to the closet, but they're all big girl clothes and too big for her. But that just means she'll look like a grown up! She reaches up, grabbing the sleeve of a long-sleeved shirt and pulls it down, bringing the hanger with it. When she's gotten the shirt free, she tries putting it on over her pajamas. It takes her a minute to get her head out of the sleeve, and when it's on, the sleeves trail almost to the floor. She also finds a pair of pretty high heels, but it takes two steps to figure out they're bad to walk in if she doesn't want to fall over. She can go without shoes!

But there's one thing this outfit still needs. She scampers off to the bathroom, jumps up and down a couple times before reaching the towel on the rack, and pulls it down so she can tie it around her neck.

"I am Captain Liberty!" she says, striking a dramatic pose and giggling. And then she runs through the apartment with her arms out, making "Woosh!" noises like she can fly.

captainliberty: (eyebrow)
Captain Liberty is in her office, and while it may look like she's doodling, what she's really doing is plotting out the next simulation for class. She's still got to decide who she can use, though. Because after all, if there are some people in The City she had to deal with, she really should share the pain love.

[I'm going to work soon, so SP is love, but open, especially for mentees.]
captainliberty: (eyebrow)
To: Superheroing class
From: Captain Liberty
Subject: Tuesday's class

I just wanted to let you know you all did a great job yesterday (projectiles and all) and to let you know that Tuesday's class will be held in the Danger Shop at the regular time. And if your costume needs to be cleaned, you might wanna do that, since you'll need to wear them to class.

Captain Liberty
captainliberty: (dramatic! in costume)
Captain Liberty's holding office hours in the classroom today. There's a sign on the door reminding the students class will be on Friday in the auditorium, but she figures in case anyone both forgets and reads the sign, she can remind them herself. Also in case anyone has any questions. Also because she doesn't want to look like a slacker to the school board.

[Blah blah SPcakes blah.]
captainliberty: (big buh)
Captain Liberty is in her office, working out details for next week's fashion show. You know, creating dramatic effects? A lot more daunting than just letting them happen naturally. Which really means she has no idea what she's doing.

[Open if you need her!]
captainliberty: (eyebrow)
Captain Liberty managed to get one of those "UNCLE SAM WANTS YOU" posters. It is now on the wall behind her desk, and she thinks it kinda makes the place look more inviting.

It doesn't. It makes her office look like a recruiting table.

captainliberty: (dramatic! in costume)

Captain Liberty looks at herself in the mirror critically, turning to the side a little, and narrowing her eyes at herself. Maybe if she keeps looking from different angles, the costume won't look quite so... not for teen eyes. Really, it's her responsibility as a teacher, a superhero and a woman to not perpetuate stereotypes and do whatever she could to stop the objectification of women, and shouldn't she give all these teenage girls something positive to reflect on? She is a superhero, dammit, and you sometimes have to start small.

Still... the cleavage at least means no one would be falling asleep in class.

She compromises by grabbing a cardigan to put over it. It looks stupid, but probably more respectable. Though stupid. She'll have to think about this.

She starts cursing when the phone eings, stalking over to it with her boots clanking on the kitchen floor as she retrieves her cell. "You've reached Captain Liberty," she says.
cut for phone call )
She's already hung up. She almost misses the days of being able to slam down a phone on a receiver. It was much more satisfying that way.

Looking at the time, she makes a little "Eep" sound, and grabs a Pop-Tart to eat on the way.
captainliberty: (look at my boobies!)
Captain Liberty's a little boggled by the fact that she has an office. Seriously, you get into things that include revealing costumes and you don't really think you're going to end up working anywhere with four walls and a desk. And that goes for a lot of professions. (Hi, Becky.)

So while she's trying to work on things like syllabi and class rosters and the like, she keeps doing things like rearranging the few things on her desk and most definitely not calling anyone to taunt them about the fact that she has an office.
captainliberty: (big buh)
When Captain Liberty gets home, she swings the door mostly closed and heads right to the phone. So anyone passing by would probably be able to hear the following:

"Yeah, hi, it's me. Okay, things are nuts here. Seriously. No, I am not making a big deal out of nothing. There are zombies in a band at the local bar that serves alcohol to minors, and prostitution is legal, and no, you can not come to visit, and the Tick is here, but it's not our Tick as apparently there's some whole alternate universe thing or whatever, I can't arrest anyone till I find out if this is all actually legal! This can't be normal!"

It's probably a good thing Batmanuel's answering machine cut out a few sentences back, and he didn't get her wailing "and Arthur's engaged before me!!!" on tape.

[Establishy only.]
captainliberty: (look at my boobies!)
Being a superhero can get you out of a lot of things. For instance, most burglars, muggers and the like stay away from you unless they're stupid, in which case they can be good for taking things like PMS out on them. A lot of bars and diners give you free food and drinks (if you're in costume, of course) in echange for keeping the city safe. It can be a pretty sweet deal, really.

Unfortunately, it will not get you out of moving.

And without actual superpowers like super strength or nifty levitation or hell, even an ounce of magical supergrace or something, it leads to things like Captain Liberty banging around as she tries to carry a large box through the halls, occasionally setting/banging it against the wall in order to get a better grip on it, and dropping it when she attempts to get the keys out to #5. (Best not to ask where she's hiding the keys in that getup.)

"Dammit," she says, worrying about the door before bending to pick up the box. "Who knew a box of romance novels would be so heavy?"

[Open for anyone who might have heard the banging.]
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