"Hi, you've reached Dr. Reid. Elliot. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

The movers had (in between gawking at the rubble of the school and complaining they would have to tow everything to the causeway on hand carts) managed to empty out Elliot's apartment, and her itinerary from Virginia back to Sacred Heart was planned out down to the Cinnabon and pina colada she would have to keep her from killing anyone at O'Hare and how long she would wait at the airport for JD's scooter to get there. Elliot scoured her apartment one last time, stuck a stray bobby pin in her jeans pocket, and left the apartment reluctantly.

She was afraid to leave the movers alone with her things for too long -- get all your stuff stolen once, and you freak out forevermore -- but she couldn't help but walk a little more slowly than normal on her way to the causeway, taking mental pictures of everything she passed. Her year in Fandom had been crazy and confusing and weird ... and somehow perfect.

[OOC: If you want to say goodbye to Elliot, this is your chance. I'll miss her muchly; thanks for a great year!]

Posted on Elliot's office door:

Martin Blank - B+
Tannim Drake - B
Peter Griffin - B-
Henry Jekyll - A+
Yakushi Kabuto - A+
Ray Kowalski - B-
Neil Perry - A
Peter Petrelli - A
Yasutora Sado - A
Aeryn Sun - B-

Incomplete:
John Dorian
Janet Fraiser
[OC: Let me know if you think I was waaay off.]

Elliot taped the last box of stuff from her office shut, using about five extra layers of tape, and surveyed the small, empty room with satisfaction.

Grinning, she turned up the radio. At first she was just listening.

Then her hips started to twitch.

Soon, she was doing the bus driver to the strians of Fergie. Someone should probably ftop her before she Cabbage Patches.

[OOC: Last office hours!]

Elliot was surrounded by boxes as she tried to pack up her office for the trip back to Sacred Heart.

She was debating if she should leave her posters behind for the next occupant, and the door was open as she worked.

Elliot was in her apartment, curled up in a fluffy cardigan and old jeans and leafing through Us Weekly.

"Poor Britney," she muttered. "Everything goes so badly for her, even if she is sort of incredibly trashy."

She was pointedly ignoring the two envelopes on her desk, one containing an acceptance to the fellowship program at Princeton-Plainsborough, the other declining the position. Possibly it was because she couldn't decide which one to send.

And somewhere in the land of Sacred Heart, a very frustrated man made a phone call.

"For the love of God, Barbie. Pickup. Pickup. PICK UP!"

( Ring, ring... )

[OOC: Played via e-mail with the former dr_snark. Open if anyone wants to bug Elliot in her apartment.]

For the first time in what was probably too long, Elliot held office hours today.

She might have just been trying to find her missing White's Body first-season DVD, but she was at least in her office for anyone who wanted to drop by.

Elliot's fellowship applications had been accepted at Princeton-Plainsborough (which had an endocrinologist in charge -- whee!), Cook County General and Seattle Grace; now she needed to schedule interviews before they gave her spot away to someone else. Which is why she was taking the last day before spring break to poke at Travelocity, trying to get it to give her the best set of first-class (she totally deserved it!) airfares from D.C. to Jersey to Chicago to Seattle, which should just earn her enough frequent flier miles for a quick trip down to California to check in at Sacred Heart. IMing JD was not the same.

And maybe she'd make a side trip to Sea World. She'd just ignore the animal trainers.

She nibbled on a pen, planning, her office door open for any visitors.

Elliot woke up in a very big bed in a very, very quiet apartment. She put on some music, LOUD, and danced for a little while.

Then she got bored. And she wanted apple juice. She pulled on a long-sleeve t-shirt, sweatshirt, jeans and -- because Consuela wasn't there to tell her not to be silly -- her tutu, then added a snow jacket and mittens before leaving the apartment.

Elliot had straightened and decorated her office in preparation for her mentees; she had even tied jaunty bows to Ronnie and Nancy. A small table held sandwiches, chips, brownies and soda.

The new mentor was practicing her Serious Face in her compact mirror. Hopefully she'd stop before anyone arrived.

Elliot's office coffeemaker was ... not well. Specifically, it kept spurting random fountains of coffee throughout her office.

Elliot sighed and moved her papers out of the way, and prepared herself for a long and coffee-scented day. her office door was open.

Elliot sat at her desk, spinning lazily in her chair and occasionally steadying herself against her desk with one hand to stop her vertigo.

Sooner or later, she would probably do some work, too. Right now her door was open for anyone who might need her.

Elliot opened her office door a little late and slightly harried and sat down behind her desk.

She was quickly mesmerized by the fact that instead of the rats chewing on a miniature rawhide cat-shaped toy, the miniature rawhide cat (with most of one ear bitten off) was chasing the rats.

"Somehow, this is like a Yakov Smirnov joke," Elliot told the ceiling, before moving the cat out of the cage and far, far from the rats.

It only bit her twice. Her touch with cats was improving.

Her office door was open.

Elliot was in her office most of the day, wondering why she kept humming something about everything coming down to poo.

"This place has finally driven me nuts," she told the rats, then went back to writing her lesson plan. At least it was a nice mental soundtrack for thinking about the digestive system.

Her door was open for any visitors.

Opening her office for the first time this semester and not late at all, Elliot was playing Internet mah johng. "I'll find you, red squiggly Chinese design!" she muttered, as she searched for a matching tile.

Her office door was open in case anyone wanted to drop in.

Please comment here if you feel the grade doesn't accurately reflect what you were going for on the character.

( Biology )

( Health )

*waves*

Elliot's class for spring is called "Human Anatomy: Skin, bones, and the goop in-between." Which is really the best description of what the class will be about. There will be labs and measuring and lots of embarrassment for the teacher.

This will be Elliot's last semester in Fandom due to real-life stuff -- so if you've been wanting a class with her and haven't taken one, go for it. I also need one TA to post class if I am eaten by rabid weasels, and provide other IC/OOC assistance; if you want that slot, comment here.

Short Class Rules
1. If your character misses three classes in a row without IC or OOC notice, s/he will get detention.
2. Cheating is another detention, and Elliot will hate them for for it.
3. Beyond that, Elliot mostly wants her students to like her; if you want her to get pissed off and give a detention, let me know OOC.
4. Activity in class = love.

That's everything for now, and happy new year.

Someone very very nice has given me some paid time and extra icons for Elliot.

Whoever you are, whether you're my Santa, just the most wonderful person in the world, or both, thanks SO much and you rock.

Elliot was flipping through her biology finals and feeling very proud of herself that it seemed like some of her students had sort of learned something that semester. "I'm not a total failure," she muttered, glaring at the e-mail from her mother asking when she'd be home for Christmas that somehow managed to make that question sound insulting

As she went to average out grades, she left her door open in case anyone was having a last-minute crisis. The original Very Special Christmas CD was playing, and Elliot hummed along to Madonna's version of "Santa Baby."