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2nd Floor Common Room (Tuesday)

Elizabeth had added her poster next to Parker's.

It was her only poster at the moment. There was no point in plastering the school with them if she decided not to run in the end.

Vote Elizabeth Weir as Junior Student Council Representative

She headed back to the corner table where she had started her jigsaw puzzle last week.

She looked distracted, and occassionally glanced across at the poster. Why was she running? Was it because she felt that she should?

[[Come and help with the puzzle, or, if anyone wouldn't mind trying to talk her out of this emo funk she's got herself into, that would be very much appreciated!]]

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Angel passed by the common room after taking Sean for a walk outside. He still had on his leather jacket - wet from the rain - and Sean proudly wore his yellow rainjacket and hat.

Angel nearly didn't see the posters with his name on them yet again, but this time something made them catch his eye.

He stopped.

He stared.

He then shouted "Maureen!"

Parker didn't even look, she just threw a marker in the direction of the person using that name. Whizzzzzz!

Then she turned around to glower. And ended up grinning guiltily. "Wings. Hey. How was your vacation?"

Angel caught the marker without even having to look. Sometimes vampire powers were just that cool.

"When did this happen?" he asked, pointing the marker at the poster accusingly. "I know there was a whole time difference thing with here and Sunnydale but - " A look of horror crossed his face. "Oh my god. Is it fall?"

Parker blinked, then rolled her eyes. "Chill! No, it's still January. The third. Our new principal, our pal, Mr. Smith, is just restructuring the Student Council. And, uh." She smirked. "I was bored, you weren't here to stop me, hey, you'd be really good at it--"

"Well not that the SC didn't need it," Angel started to agree, then realized what he was saying. "No, no, no. Not me. Never me. Wrong vampire. I don't do politics."

Sean totally undercut his dad's attempt at being stern by wandering over to Parker and wagging his tail to say hi.

"Hi sweetie," Parker crooned, reaching out to scratched behind Sean's ears. "Di you have fun in Sunnydale with your dad? Did you eat demons for dinner, lunch and breakfast?" Petting him, she turned back to Angel. "C'mon. It's a *little* campaign, compared to the last one! Only a week and a half now. There have to be three reps from each class. You and Callisto are the only seniors I know well enough to nominate. It's not like I can vote for either of you. If I'm going to be on the Council, I'll need back-up."

Sean licked Parker's hand in greeting.

"This is sadism," Angel said. "This whole redoing of the SC is complete and utter sadism. And I'd know."

Secretly, Parker agrees, but that wouldn't help her case here. "With more people, we'll get more done, and maybe we'll talk them into a class trip to Paris or Rio or something." She scratched under Sean's chin. "It'll look good on your college application!"

Okay. Angel's not going to college. Still.

"I'm not going to college," Angel pointed out, since he couldn't read Parker's ~~narrative~~ thoughts.

"You're completely missing the point," Parker said, side-stepping anything valid and oh god, just like the inside of her brain, that Angel might say. "The point is, you can do some good for the school, and spend time with Callisto. Who's definitely running." Parker grinned evilly.

"There is nothing that could possibly get me to agree to go along with... You said more time with Callisto?"

"You know, she got interested right after I showed her these posters." Parker gestured to them, trying to look angelic, and probably only hitting 'imp' on the Innocent Meter. "And she seemed convinced that she could get a senior class seat." Of one kind of another.

Angel squatted down to absently pet Sean. "Well that does sound... " he blinked as though snapping out of a trace. "No. No way. Do I look like Angelus?"

"Yes. Duh." Parker poked him in the shoulder with one lacquered fingernail. "Somewhere in there are leadership skills! You should polish them off, use them! He was good at that crap, don't you want to beat him at something?"

"I was really setting my hopes on doing that in a record setting number of days since I've killed somebody," Angel said. "Barring that I'm real good at not wearing leather pants."

"Those are negative accomplishments. Try to be pro-active, would you? I'm doing this for your own good!" And the possibility that he'd have to give a speech.

She sighed. "So. How did you like your Christmas present?"

Totally falling for this bait like the schmuck that he was, Angel gave a small smile. "Nice. In an ambiguous, might not be me, totally didn't tell Buffy about it kind of way."

"I'm glad you liked it. Really. It's not like anyone else would have wanted it." Parker grinned triumphantly.

"And why didn't you tell Summers?" Parker frowned. "Wait. Buffy here, or Buffy there?"

"Buffy there," Angel motioned as though he could point the way back to Sunnydale from there in the common room. "And I couldn't. Like she needed more reason to put her life on hold for me?"

Parker stared at him a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Riiight. Because that's not her choice. So. Are you going to tell Callisto?"

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