gunsforhire | (no subject)

Who: Epsilon and anyone (Open)
What: Epsilon pissed off on campus after discussions with a professor
Where: Gulch University campus, around(Exact location is pretty flexible, as Epsilon tries to reacquaint himself after getting his wings clipped officially
When: Monday
Warnings: Angry Epsilon.

Epsilon is absolutely furious right now. Every other professor had been fine with him missing classes for jobs. They preferred he be there, but if he kept up with the work and communicated with them, they hadn't cared. Or he could use the online versions of the lectures to make up for it.

Apparently, this professor knew his reputation enough that he'd contacted him ahead of time to warn him that missing class for his wandering would not be tolerated. The limit on missing classes is set in stone, unless he gets hospitalized.

Fucking great. He's going to lose so much potential money from this professor's bullshit. He finally got his wings clipped, and it wasn't even by his family. And it's unpleasant, to say the least.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wash decided that it'd be a good idea to thank Sigma for the blanket in person, so he's trying to find his way to the chemistry building. Trying, and failing. Everything looks the same on this campus, how the hell do people know where they're going?

Wash is trying to figure out how this map is even supposed to work, anyway, when he bumps into someone. "Whoops, sorry there."

Epsilon's not in the mood for this. "Watch where you're going." But he pauses, giving the stranger that bumped into him a look. "You lost or something?"

"I'm not lost," Wash defends. He's not going to admit that, not yet. "I'm just taking the scenic route."

Yeah, he's totally lost.

"Just admit it and I might help you... While I don't usually spend that much time on campus, I have to make an exception this term. Maybe I can help you getting to where you need to go." Epsilon is very amused. "Name's Epsilon. You?"

Wash has to laugh at that. "Okay, you got me." He extends his hand. "I'm Washington, but feel free to call me Wash. Most do. So, do you know where I can find the chem building?"

Epsilon nods. "Sigma spends enough time in that area... I can help you, Washington. And it's good to meet you."

"Oh, you know Sigma? That's great. That's who I'm looking for!" Washington's finally bumped into the right person. "Thanks for your help, Epsilon."

"I'd hope I would know my younger brother." Epsilon snickers at that.

Now that's a coincidence. Wash never expected to run into one of Sigma's brothers. For some reason, he thought they were all younger, with the exception of Delta and Omega.

"Younger brother? Damn, how small is the university?" Wash has to chuckle at that.

"Too small, for my tastes. Especially as I'm going to have to cut back on wandering and spend more time here." Epsilon sighs.

"At any rate, I'm sure I can find him for you."

"Thanks," Wash says. He needs all the help he can get.

"Wandering? Why wandering?" It sounds cool, if a little strange.