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Campus Beautification Committee: Part Deux

Marty walks back from town, a little confused as to how he ended up at Chaucer's last night. He remembers going for a walk with Rory.... but nothing after that.

His confusion is left behind when he sees the mess that happened last night.

"Jesus Parker! What the hell did you do this for?! It's Parent's Weekend!"

At which point he hears the giggles coming from the walls and the air vents. Marty's eyes narrow into a squint. Gremlins. Damn them. Damn them all.

Marty goes to his room and changes into ~~a white tank top and daisy dukes~~ more comfortable clothes, gathers the cleaning buckets, mops.

He also lays out some large tarps in a pattern not unlike a baseball diamond.

No reason why they can't have fun while they clean...

((OOC: Help clean up the mess! Find a Gremlin? You get to play Gremlin baseball))

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"Gremlins who can paint." John shudders a bit. "This place gets weirder and weirder. I find the gremlins cooking in the cafetera well that...would be perfectly normal for this place."

"Maybe the Chef really is just a puppet being manipulated by a Gremlin. Explains the accent."

"Oh man," John says, hitting a particularly thick area of paint, "Telling my father about gremlins and locker 327 and Rover and the principal should be...interesting. I'm gonna be in therapy for the rest of my life."

"So your Dad's coming huh? Well he'll see Rover in all his glory tonight because he's monitoring check-in. Any good excuse you want me to give him? I'll be busy making up excuses for everyone. Except for the SG crowd. They seem used to that kind of thing."

John nods slowly. "Yeah, my dad's coming. And I'm excited! Can't you see the excitement on my face," John says, pointing at the thin, forced smile he's just pasted on his face. "I'd use the old 'in locker 327' excuse but he might come after me. Could always tell him you can't find my name on the roster, delay him a little so I can hide or prepare or something."

Marty chuckles. "Well if he packs a gun, do you think he might have an issue giving it up? Then we can just let Rover take care of the issue."

"Last time I checked, he didn't carry a gun. His ego's enough," John grouses. "Anyone coming for you?"

"Lucky as I am to have the dysfunctional family from hell, I will not be entertaining any family members of any kind. I think I'll be busy enough making sure that no one gets eaten by the squid, bitten by gremlins or eat any tainted food."

John grimaces. "I'd...forgotten about the squid. Ugh. Think the zombies will turn up? My dad hated the PTA when I was a kid. I can't wait to see how he handles this. Lucky you about the family but you sound like you're gonna be busy as hell anyway."

Marty rolls his eyes.

"All apart of being an elected official, but I plan to have at least a little fun this weekend." he says with a little smirk.

John laughs. "Fun, huh? As long as we don't have to mop anything else up come Monday. And that there won't be any zombies." John frowns for a moment. "Telling the parents the zombie story should be fun too. I'd almost rather be running around like crazy instead of dealing with my father this weekend."

"We could always find a gremlin to bite you and stick you in the clinic for the weekend. Really though... Is your Dad that bad? I already promised Gilmore and Chase that I'd try an run interference for them. I can see what I can do for your Dad."

John tries to imagine his father being bitten my a gremlin. And then tries not to smile. "No, he's not. He's more overwhelming and demanding then anything. I'm the only son, I have to carry on his tradition, I have to walk in his shadow...yada yada yada." John shrugs and finds another area to mop up. "It could be worse, definitely. Very worse."

"What does your Dad do?"

"Astronaut." John pauses for a moment. "Which is exactly what he wants me to be."

"And you don't feel like being the next generation of 'spam in a can'?"

John shrugs. "Not sure. I might want to do that but I hate when he makes decisions for me." John shakes his head and laughs ruefully. "Sorry to dump this all on you while we both have mops in our hands and paint to clean up."\

Marty shrugs. "It's okay. Everyone has parental issues. Apparently Rory's grandmother is coming to visit and I'm half tempted to introduce her to the Tick just to see the results. Think of it this way... If you're suffering you should at least be able to enjoy the suffering of others."

John wrings his mop out before slapping it back onto the ground. "Hell, maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe he's changed for the better. But," John says and starts laughing, "his reaction to Rover should be priceless."

"I should probably get that on tape then. I wonder how much I get make just getting reactions of parents regarding Rover."

((*cough* Colorado Springs crowd.))

((Like Marty's hung out with you guys to know that. He doesn't even know you are all clones or whatever you are.))

((Yeah, but he definitely wouldn't be calling us SG people, then. :) And thank God he doesn't know, because it seems like half the school knows about the whole cloning and adults-in-teen-bodies thing!))

((Oops. uhhhh... SG = Stupid Gits. Yeah. That's it))

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