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Belthazor saw the flyer as he returned to the dorms from some place that was most certainly not the graveyard. Huh. He wasn't entirely certain if it was one of his victims or Jonathan himself who put up the flyer. He was just batshit crazy enough to advertise it openly.
Xander, toting a bag of clean laundry over his shoulder, reads the posting on the 4th floor landing, and blinks hard when he sees his own name on the list. It doesn't take long, even for somebody with his lack of Sherlock Holmesiness, for him to match up the list of names -- minus Kitty and Marty -- with the people who'd been in the pub with him the night everybody went nutser than usual.
Rory spotted a flyer as she and Logan were making their way up to her room from the second floor common room. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/285004.html?thread=10489932#t10489932)
She stopped to look, arching a brow. "Does this have anything to do with your secret project?" she murmured, glancing from Logan to the flyer.
"Yeah, it's by Gavin De Becker," Rory supplied in hushed tones. "But...you do too have a secret project. Unless of course I'm thinking of your secret journalism project, which you'll happily tell me all about when we're in my room and no one can hear us."
"Okay," Rory agreed. She picked up one of the flyers, folded it, and stuck it in her pocket. "Just so I have a copy to show people, in case not everyone sees it," she explained. "This strikes me as being a very important thing for people to see."
"Uh huh," Rory said amicably. She squeezed his hand and started walking toward her room. "Did I tell you I played a game called lightball yesterday?" she asked, raising her voice to just above her normal register.
"Um, it was me, Anders, Bridge, John and Hamlet, and lightball is easy. You throw a ball of light around and try to catch it and not to get hit by it," Rory explained. "Vladdie got overly excited and hit a wall, and I...um...hit Bridge, accidentally."
She blushed faintly at the memory, and darkened further when she remembered once again exactly where she had hit him.
Duce spots the flier on Monday and snorts, shaking her head. Marty had said he had no proof, and frankly, she thought he was smarter than to go pointing fingers without it. Pulling a pen from her pocket, she scrawls on one of the posters,
"Just remember, kids. Believe everything you read, especially when it's posted in the hall of the dorms! Just Say Yes to Vampires!"
Jaye wanders past, sees the poster, and stops to look at it. Considering from what she remembers of the Say Yes assignment, that was all satirical and not to be taken seriously, while this looked... pretty damn serious.
She takes the Sharpie out of her purse, scrawls
OK, IF YOU SAY SO
under the words written in pen, and walks off with an eyeroll.
Chloe does a bit of a double-take at the sight of her name, and then reads the whole sign, wondering if Marty is behind this, or if he got someone else to do it. She isn't sure if she likes the idea of someone else knowing about what happened that night.
Angel ignored the posters until he spotted one out of the corner of his eye that said "vampires." Only then did he stop to read what the rest of the poster had to say.
His expression, much as he ever betrayed having one, was less than pleased.
He found one of the unmarked posters, tore it down, and kept it for himself.
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Someone with a lotta nerve is *very* pissed off.
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from some place that was most certainly not the graveyard. Huh. He wasn't entirely certain if it was one of his victims or Jonathan himself who put up the flyer. He was just batshit crazy enough to advertise it openly.no subject
er than usual."Huh," is all he says, with narrowed eyes.
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His face, already scowling in anticipation of going home, goes dark and thunderous. One hand hovers over the empty holster and clenches into a fist.
Pretty little Jonathan Crane. Oh yes, that one had best not be caught out in town...
Not after George and Chloe and Evie and him.
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She stopped to look, arching a brow. "Does this have anything to do with your secret project?" she murmured, glancing from Logan to the flyer.
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She blushed faintly at the memory, and darkened further when she remembered once again exactly where she had hit him.
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She had a sneaking suspicion she knew who was behind it.
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Yeah, she's worried for Marty. Again.
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"Just remember, kids. Believe everything you read, especially when it's posted in the hall of the dorms! Just Say Yes to Vampires!"
Shaking her head, she walked off to class.
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She takes the Sharpie out of her purse, scrawls
under the words written in pen, and walks off with an eyeroll.
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His expression, much as he ever betrayed having one, was less than pleased.
He found one of the unmarked posters, tore it down, and kept it for himself.