<strong>Name:</strong>Doc James<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/>James had finally emerged from the infirmary with a sigh, blinking at the bright sunglight filtering through the windows from outside. It was nice to get back to an area with some activity, people on their lunch breaks, moving between classes, relaxing in the halls, but he still felt fuzzy from staring at a computer all morning. He hated computers. Almost all of his notes were taken on paper, but, certain staff members insisted that he digitize all of them. Reluctantly, he had spent the entire morning typing up all of the reports he had amassed. It would likely take days to finish it all, especially at the rate he typed, and at the rate the computer spit out errors whenever he attempted to use it. He always planned to take some lessons or something, have one of the resident geniuses give him a hand with it, but, he never seemed to get around to it. Frustrating.<br/><br/>Waving at Alex as he passed the lounge, he entered the kitchen to get himself some coffee. Somebody had the good sense to leave a pot brewing, which was a relief. The scent alone was refreshing. There were a few seconds left on the timer, so, he collected his favorite mug from the cupboard and waited, leaning on the counter and looking out the window at the grounds. It was a nice place, and felt like home after all this time. It was a nice change from moving around all the time, though, he did feel restless once in a while. Still, the school gave him friends, almost family, really, co-workers, people who could relate to him, people who he could help. It gave him purpose. Wincing as he stretched, enjoying he sensation as his back and neck popped. Sitting in a chair staring at a computer all morning had left him feeling stiff.<br/><br/>The coffee machine, glorious being that it was, finally beeped to indicate it was ready, and he sighed with relief, pouring himself a mug, stirring in a bit of milk. He had forgone his white lab coat, which he usually didn't wear outside of the infirmary. He didn't often wear it in the infirmary, either, but, it seemed to make the patients feel better if he looked at least a little professional. As it was, he was dressed casually, in a gray v-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. It was comfortable enough, and not having to actually teach classes every day, he didn't have to look too professional. No, no classes for him. Only "Doctor Caldwell, a robot sawed my arm off in the Danger Room", or "Doctor, my leg broke when little Jimmy accidentally threw me through a concrete wall". Life among young mutants was always interesting, at least.<br/>