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JA Meet & Greet

Dr. Carter's classroom is tastefully decorated with white tablecloths and rose centerpieces. Food and drink are available for those who want it, the items ranging from some food from Deb's (brownies and lemon bars, bleu cheese pear puffs and shrimp spread on triscuits) to more vampire/demon friendly food from NPCed places that thoughtfully deliver.

A large sign outside of the door says "JA Meet & Greet: All are welcome"

Angelus is in the room dressed in a black suit, black shirt, no tie. His good mood, if anything, has only gotten more persistant.

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"I dunno," Angelus said, thoughtfully. "Just seems like every tidbit of information I hear about him lately only goes to prove that he's not seeing the same reality the rest of us are. And I don't just mean in the obvious gremlin bite kind of way."

"Care to share the intel? Someone slip a Mickey into his canteen or something? It's not a good thing for your Securites Officer to be insecure."

"This is what I'm saying," Angelus agreed. "We kinda need our securities officer to secure actual problems, not the imaginary ones. Did you hear he's been hassling Johnny? No real reason or anything, just 'cause."

"Which Johnny? Hassling how?"

"Sorry, I forget how many people have the same name around here. Our Johnny. Jonathan Crane. Apparently Marty's been following him around and trying to rattle him. Make him confess to, I dunno, kidnapping the Lindburgh baby or something."

"Crane, huh? HRm. How long has this been going on?"

"At least a week," Angelus said. "Maybe longer. Johnny's been mentioning it to me in study hall. The whole thing makes me twitchy. You know how I dislike the way certain members of the student body love to form rabid mobs before they're in full possession of the facts. Who's to say Marty doesn't start some kind of anti-Johnny hit squad before anybody points out that the only thing Johnny's guilty of is devotion to his studies?"

"True, but what's to say that Marty doesn't have a point? Just beacuse you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you. Want me to keep an eye on him, tail him for a few days?"

"Would you mind?" Angelus said. "I'm happy to be wrong here. Of course the irony is that I don't have all the facts. I'm big into information. The more I have, the better my world starts to be."

"There's no excuse for good intel. I'll try to find him, see what's up. I'm sure a good conversation will clear things up."

"I appreciate that, John," Angelus said. "You're a fair kind of guy. If anybody can find out what's really going on, it's you."

Angelus looked up as Beka came over (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/221998.html?thread=8533550#t8533550).

On a short break from Bake Sale duty, with nothing much to do, Beka wandered back to Dr. Carter's classroom. When she saw Angelus, she had to force herself not to walk over to him. Instead she grabbed a plate and started perusing the food.

"Hey Beks."

Beka looked up, surprised at the attention, and smiled. "Hey. Just taking a break from the Bake Sale. Figured I should eat something that wasn't a snickerdoodle."

"Salt and protien," Angelus advised. "How's it going?"

~~And iron, and hemoglobin.~~ "Good. Sale's going well. With a few minor exceptions. How's things here?"

"No complaints so far," Angelus frowned. "Minor exceptions?"

"Yeah. Some weird thing with Marty shouting and Anya getting crazier than usual. Tables got bumped, but Anakin used Jedi tricks to keep it all together until I could get it tidied up." She shrugged, as if unconcerned, but she's clearly downplaying something. "Nothing serious. All PR is good PR."

"Shouting?" Angelus's frown grew less pleased. "Shouting at who?"

[ooc: I have to do the same, then possibly break for more hardcore deadline writing. How about we pick this up later tonight? Or just assume that Beka filled Angelus in on the details?]

Beka winced inwardly. Angelus frowning her direction did not make her happy.

"Really, not a big deal. Just shouting crazy stuff about the snickerdoodles being made of people, and something about bunnies - which is what set Anya off. He got bitten by a gremlin, Anakin said." Don't think about neck-nuzzling. Don't think about it. Just don't.

"Wait. Marty was doing this?" John looked over at Angel.

Beka looked from Angelus to John, then shrugged. "Yeah. He got bitten by a gremlin. ~~After the Abba incident,~~ I think he's easily affected by the weirdness around here. Or could be the stress of his past and all."

John snorted. Or coughed. Definitely coughed. Must be something going around.

"His past? Something in it we should be duly concerned about?"

Beka eyed him with mock-concern and asked solicitously, "Are you all right?"

When he'd recovered from his ~~snorting~~ coughing, she gave a wry shrug. "Marty's a good guy, but being an assassin's a tough job, I bet. All that pressure. Eventually it's got to squeeze you a pint shy of sane."

"~~Meh. Try being a messaiah. Now THAT'll take a quart. Or two. Or, really, complete fluid flush.~~ I can see your point. Things just keep getting more and more interesting around here."

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