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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[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya comes in, says hi to Parker, and picks up a thesaurus. *Starts thumbing through it*

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe walks in and takes a seat next to Parker.

"Freebie."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots comes in, J.C. back on his hip. "How'd it go?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Jenkins. Hi. How goes the on-campus campaigning?

*Parker takes a cookie from the plate in the middle of the room*

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I was about to suggest that! I'm Broots, and you are?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinks.

"Okay, my mind just went to the *wrong* place for this campaign."

She shakes her head, then studies Phoebe. "How was your trip?" she asks carefully.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*would come in if he wasn't pining for Janet*

[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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Would seriously be slapping you, except she has no idea you've been Love-Bombed!

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Would agree to the slapping if he wasn't Love Bombed!

[sensethevisions]

"I'm Phoebe."

[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?"

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia walks in, looking at Parker with a sigh she sits down, notebook in hand

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe meets Parker's eyes. She's pretty sure Parker knows why she disappeared.

"Can we talk about that later?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*gives Broots a withering look* "Our candidate for President? Her face is on the posters?"

*facepalm*

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Ah...em...er...um...nice to meet you?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker taps a marker on the poster, then nods. "No problem. First order of business, before this goes any further--- that spell I asked you about. Can you do it now?"

[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 withers. "I don't look at posters?" He wanders if the ground can now swallow him whole.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker notes Maia warily, and shuffles her knees under the table. The last time she saw the blonde, she got kicked in the shins. She nodds carefully to Maia... and rolls a poster marker across the table to her.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Another moment when she wants to shake Broots, how banal.

"This is Broots. My minion. Ignore the blithering. He's been very helpful, despite the lack of social graces by any definition. Sit down, Broots."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Maybe Janet will come to the meeting. Then I can slap you both!

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nods and pulls a folded up paper out of her pocket.

"Yeah, I can do it immediately. We owe Evelyn Carnahan a favour."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots obediently sits down and pops a cookie in his mouth. He even doesn't say anything about being called a minion, though he does glare. After his second cookie.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You can't slap my eternal beloved!