First Floor Lobby - Thursday night

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye had settled in well over the past few days. He had his affairs in order (both in the business and physical sense) and was now a full-time resident of Fandom. The boredom was beginning to set in though. He had ideas, but they would have to wait until he found someone to rope into being his lackey. For now, he was content to sit in the first floor lobby with a copy of the Crabapple Cove Courier on his lap and a notepad and pen ready to write a letter to his Dad.

Unfortunately though, he had nothing interesting to say yet.


[OOC: Open for interaction. Feel free to come and meet your new Vice Principal.]

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[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick wandered into the lobby with Lockheed on his shoulder. Lockheed was still carrying his EVIL DUCK plaque. It was starting to smell. Tick was thinking about how to get rid of it without Lockheed finding out immediately when he noticed the new guy in the lobby. "Hello there, stranger!" he said.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye looked up from his notepad and promptly burst out laughing. It was a good thirty seconds before he stopped laughing. "Aha..eheh.. ahem." Hawkeye cleared his throat and stood up, offering a hand. "Hawkeye Pierce. The new Vice Principal it seems. Don't mind me, with the laughing, it's a perfectly natural reaction to something I've never seen before. Nice suit. Very blue."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Not a problem, sir!" Tick said, taking Hawkeye's hand. "It's good to see that our administrators are so jovial! I am The Tick, Professor of Criminal Justice! And this," Tick said, nodding towards the dragon on his shoulder, "is Lockheed. He's a dragon."

Lockheed nodded and proudly displayed his plaque.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"A dragon?" Hawkeye had entertained the notion that all of this was one giant hallucination brought on by severe head trauma. Or it was real. Either way, he figured he was crazy and this was his punishment - being crazy in a crazy place. "It's good to meet you, Lockheed. I'd shake your hand or claw or whatever it is you use to shake, if you shake at all, but they didn't exactly cover dragon-human relations in medical school. And nice plaque. Ducks around here are evil? What about the geese? Swans?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Since he's already late for the party, John takes his time heading out of the dorms. On the first floor, he sees a new face.

Well, hey. Friendly, right?

"Evening!"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Greetings from a lobby-dweller," Hawkeye replied with a grin. He offered a hand. "Hawkeye Pierce."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John shakes his hand. "Hello! I'm a second floor dweller. John Crichton. Nice to meet you. Are you a new professor?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, John. I'm the new Vice Principal actually, but don't worry. I don't bite."

[psi16.livejournal.com]

Lyta joins the albeit short parade of individuals heading out for the night, and spots the illustrious doctor as she weaves her way through the lobby. She offers a nod and a smile, thinking he's really too old to be a student...but what professor would be wandering around in a burgundy bathrobe?

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to my humble abode. Well, not abode, but it's where my tush is for now, so welcome to the place where I'm sitting right now."

[psi16.livejournal.com]

She arches her brow, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "And is your...tush... comfortable?"

[How scary is it that I can hear Hawk saying what you're writing... ::grins:: ]

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Quite comfortable. I've never had a lobby chair so comfortable in all my life, except perhaps that one time in Boston, but that was in a very expensive hotel that I wasn't paying for. I'm Hawkeye, by the way."

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth wanders into the first floor of the dorms, a bit tentatively as she doesn't really belong there, but with little else to do before classes start, she feels adventurous.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye was out of his chair rather quickly. "Well hello there," he greeted with a grin. "I'm Hawkeye. The new Vice Principal. And you are?"

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth gives the extremely attractive man him a shy smile. "Good to meet you, sir. I'm Dr. Carter, one of the professors."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, a fellow doctor." He extended his hand. "Tell me, Doctor Carter, are you a doctor of medicine? Maybe a doctor of science? Arts perhaps? A doctor of literature! I'm a medical doctor myself."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han, having patched up with Lana and feeling restless is roaming aimlessly.

The smiling man in the burgundy robe looks reasonably harmless but far too old to be a student. Han flashes him the Number 2: I'm just passing through and NOT up to mischief, figuring it never hurts to get in good with any authority.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Hello young man," Hawkeye put on his best 'I'm pretending to be an authority figure' voice. "And how are you this fine Fandom evening?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han undoes his flight jacket by running a finger down the pressure seal. "It's a little colder than 'fine' out there. You new to Fandom, sir?"

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Jessica wanders into the first floor lobby looking utterly lost. Looking up she notices someone and decides to say hello.

"Oh, hi there" says Jessica with a big smile and a short wave.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Greetings and welcome to the lobby. Enjoy your stay. I'm afraid the catering service is lax tonight, but I think there may be a bowl of pretzals over on one of the tables."

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, thats fine thank you...I'm really not that hungry. To be truthful I think I'd throw up if a ate a single thing. My stomache has been filled with butterflies since I got here last night..."

Jessica stops, realizing she hasn't even introduced herself.

"How rude of me, where are my manners?! My name is Jessica Tate and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am new here, by the way, if you couldn't already tell."

Jessica gives a little laugh.

[fh_jackass]

"First floor, safe and sound," Logan said. "Just gotta worry about the gremlins, Locker 327, cafeteria food and our resident currently-souled vampire, who may or may not be dangerous."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Logan," Cordy said, turning towards him. "I'm mildly nervous about all of those except Angel. I've handled him enough times, both with soul and without." She paused for a moment.

"No, I'm terrified of him if he's desouled. I lie."

[fh_jackass]

Logan nodded, and unconsciously touched a recently-healed scar on his neck. "I get that," he said seriously, then forced a smile back to his face.. "We're trying to keep his soul attached this time, though. If you've got experience in that area, you are more than welcome to share."