2nd Floor Common Room (Tuesday)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

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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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I was hoping to follow a strict policy of never, ever talking to a girl about the state of our relationship ever again."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I actually approve of that," Parker said thoughtfully. "Except that Callisto *deserves* to know." She stared at him, then grinned. "You choose. I tell Callisto, or you run for office."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel gave her a look that clearly said Oh you bastard.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Come on. Pick one version of hell and stick with it." Parker poked him. "Since either one would be good with you, I don't care which you pick. But you don't get to be antisocial and isolated this semester too."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"But I'm really good at it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Sean, tell your daddy he has to expand his horizons," Parker said to the dog, then scowled at Angel. "Suck. It. Up. Not. Just. Blood."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack came in in the middle of Parker torturing talking to Angel, and crouched down, letting Sean sniff his fingers. "Hey, I think that the not wearing leather pants is a TRAGIC thing."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker whapped him on the arm. "Do not encourage the pants, Jack. That way lies stalking and fetishism. Eurggh."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Don't make me leave my happy place. Okay, find my center, my zen. My Angel in tight black leather pants.... om, oooooooooom, ooooooooooooom..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shoved at him, trying to unbalance him, rolling her eyes. "He's not yours, and please! Don't give me icky mental pictures, okay? One of the happiest things about the soul for me is no more leather!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll just find a new mantra. Parker in tight black leather pants... ooooooom, oooooom, ooooooom..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started laughing. "Okay, let me try: Jack in tight black leather pants.... Jack in tight *red* leather pants... Jack in lace-up pirate leather pants... Ommmmmm... oh look, happy place."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack laughed. "Told you. Of course, it works in reverse. Professor the Tick in tight black leather pants? NOT a happy place. No offense to Professor the Tick."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Aiiiieee!" Parker grimaced, flailing. "Oh, fabulous. I just automatically took that to the worst place possible, and ended up with our new principal in leather. Thanks a lot. Ack ack ack!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack lies back on the floor and puts his hands behind his head. He'd be totally helpless if an adorable puppy named Sean decided to jump on him. "You see, I'm sadly out of things, and know nothing about our new principal. But... he can't be scarier than Bristow, right?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Not scarier but definitely--" Parker mouthed the word 'creepier' at Jack. "He listens in on the common rooms," she added in explanation. "And caught us playing Truth or Dare the other night." She frowned. "Then he gave us pie."

Sean jumped on Jack and started to lick his face, taking the rolling on the back as invitation to affection.