2nd floor hallway, evening

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Angel was out in the 2nd floor hallway.

In theory he was going back to his room after taking Sean for a walk.

In reality he was standing in front of one of the many, many campaign posters that had his name on it and was trying to tear it down.

He might be heard to mutter words about really strong tape, and dire thoughts about someone whose name rhymed with Doreen.

[ooc: Open to anybody]

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't it?" She grinned. "And thank you! I saw that it was being offered, and I definitely wanted to sign up. Oh, and any help in getting Angel to suck it up? Greatly appreciated."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Look forward to seeing who's in the class," Josh replied. "We'll be doing some real-world exercises. Polling data, television ads, the whole deal."

Josh glanced over at Angel. "I don't know really know him, but you seem like a pretty together young woman. I'm sure you're more than able to convince him yourself."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Great! That's exactly what I need." Parker pouted. "No, no, no, he's resisting the blackmail. He's terrible minion material. SO frustrating."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh lowered his voice. "Staffers. Not minions. Word choice is important. Plus, if you call them minions, they tend to chuck muffins at your head when you're not looking."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's grin was even wider and more genuine. "Staffers. Right. Staff. I have staff. That works. And he's probably chuck a sofa, so thanks."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"If he can lift and throw furniture? Definitely staff."