Open to members of the Campaign... [Room 236]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is working on another ad. It's not going well.

Any and all members from the Committee to Elect the Hottest Ticket in Town are welcome to come in and find something that rhymes with "Phoebe". As well as volunteers who wanna help.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Swimmingly. We'll see if there's any reaction tomorrow, I suppose." She taps her marker on the poster. "They're being ominously quiet."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots nods, a bit distracted. "And you're sure no one's going to guess it was us? Or guess but not have proof? Wait, that's my part. You didn't play with anything?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolls her eyes for far back in her head that she's almost looking at her brain. "Of course they'll guess it was us, no they won't have proof, or certain arachnid professors would already have us in the Dean's Office, and no, I didn't *play* with anything. Now will. you. chill?" She shoves the plate of cookies at him. "You did a good job. Don't screw it up now."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots happily attacks the plate of cookies set in front of him. "I twd eaten inthe cafegtai *gulp* but I don't think most of that is eatable."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Tacos from a Swedish Chef? Probably not a good idea." She grimaces. "Any further discussion is happening *after* Phoebe does this spell."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots stares at Miss Parker. "Spell? And yeah, I don't think that was chicken. Or beef."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: Dude. Beka just sold you out to Angelus in another thread!]}

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Oi? Shoot me a link, I'm a total spaz tonight))

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/150679.html}

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

((ooc: *cluck* No one but Miss Parker and Broots even knows that he's been doing that. *sighs*))