Sign posted near 238, 2nd floor hallway

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Worried about the radio broadcast's implication that he could be punished if he didn't personally meet all of the new students, Angel decided to post the following sign outside of his dorm room door:

MAGIC SHOW TONIGHT!
All are invited! (Especially new students!)
Show starts at 7pm at Caritas!
No, I am not singing. - Angel.

Angel stood back and observed the nice, neatly-written some might even call the handwriting girly poster. There, that had to count for something. He thought about doing more but he'd already invited Blair and Lily Evans personally and he'd left voice mails for Logan and Cordy (and if they were more staticy than usual which they were he didn't notice since he was always of the opinion that cellphones were the tool of the devil). Sure he could make more signs, but most folks on the second floor passed by his door, anybody he cared about on the third floor certainly hung out on the second often enough, and you couldn't pay him to go up to the fourth floor even if you put a convent up there also because he didn't know Blair was living on 4.

He did, however, belatedly think of something. He took out his marker and hastily added:

This is not a part of a bid for Student Council! PLEASE do not vote for me!

There. He recapped his marker then went to play with Sean by tossing a tennis ball down the hallway for the puppy to chase.

[ooc: open to interaction if anyone wishes]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Yawning, John steps out of the room.

"No singing? I think I'll have to go into mourning now."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel smiled up at John. "Hey! Wanna come? There's a magician!"

It was possible that a dark, broody, hunky vampire was a tiny bit too excited about a magic show. But that'd be like saying he listened to Manilow for fun.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Magician huh?" John shrugs. "Could be fun. You're not the magician, right?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What? Oh no." Angel gave Sean an approving pet when he brought the tennis ball back, then tossed it down the hall again. "Fetch! No, I don't have the skills. I'm just a vamp. No way I could be a magician."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You're such a good vamp," John says, fluttering his eyelashes. He laughs and shakes his head. "Is Callisto gonna come, you think?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Dunno," Angel admitted. He in no way looked shy. "Haven't asked her yet."

Sean dutifully fetched the ball, but brought it back to put it by John's feet instead.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Sean," John kneels down and does a quick scratch behind the ears before throwing the ball down the hall.

"I saw her yesterday," John says. "I went rafting in the pool and she came down there."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet was wandering back to her room on the cool floor, coffee in hand, when she saw Angel's poster. "Magic show, huh?" she asked. "Nice. I'll have to find my Little Sis and drag her along. It's probably good you're not singing. We don't want to scare away the new students." She paused. "Wait, what kind of magic show? Real magic or stage magic?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Illusions," Angel said, looking far too pleased about this than was probably healthy. "I'm hoping he does the trick with the linking rings. How's it going? Your Little Sis okay?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Oh, good," said Janet. "If it had been a show involving real magic, I don't think I'd have gone. Things are good, but I'm tired now. I signed up for classes at far too early an hour. I think I'm guaranteed for History of Western Civ, Advanced Criminal Justice, and Classics II, but I hope I get my other choices."

At the mention of her Little Sis, Janet grinned wryly. "I hope she is. She got in late last night, so I haven't had a chance to meet her yet. I'll probably roam the dorm today looking for her."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"My little brother's pretty good," Angel said. "Name's Blair. He... actually I don't know where he's living." Angel looked worried, like maybe this meant Blair had been homeless all this while. "I hope he's got a place."

[janet_fraiser]

"Didn't I hear somewhere that all new students have to room in the dorms?" asked Janet, who couldn't actually remember if she'd heard that or not, but it sounded reasonable. "You'll have to introduce me to him tonight. What's he like?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Nice," Angel said. "Young. Which sadly means I can't get him to take my place for Student Council. Didn't freak out when I told him I was a vamp though, so that's good."

[janet_fraiser]

"There have to be seniors transferring in. What about that Cordelia girl?" asked Janet. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to redo high school voluntarily, but she supposed it was possible. "Another unflappable type? That's good news."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair stumbled out of stairwell or elevator..whatever and looked around.

"Uh-this isn't the fourth floor, is it?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Blair," Angel waved at him. Sean ran over to greet Blair, wagging his tail so hard he was practically bent in two. "Nah. Two." Angel made a face. "What would you want with four?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair plopped down on the floor so Sean could climb in his lap and scratched him behind his ears.

"Two, huh? It's very easy to get lost here. What does 'frell' mean? I live on four. With Broots on a bed that doesn't have speakers on it anymore." Blair looked up at Angel. "Where do you shop for clothes?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Sean flopped bonelessly into Blair's lap, a puppy in rapture.

Angel had a frown of concentration as he tried to follow all that, then hoped he was answering in the right order. "Don't know about literally but figuratively it's like any other four letter word starting with F. You're with Broots? He's okay. Friend of Parker's who's kind of a friend of mine. But be careful up there. Four's got some... less than nice people. As for clothes, you mean me or you? For your style you might wanna try the Emporium. Or there's some NPC stores I could take you to. Just, you know, not in the daylight."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair nodded, he was pretty sure that was what frell meant.

"I'm not sure about Parker, but Broots has been cool so far." Blair looked overhead, as if he could see up onto the fourth floor. "Less than nice? Like evil? Or just Parker rude?"

Blair looked down at his clothes, not sure if that was an insult or not. "For me, man. These are the only clothes I have right now. The only thing that made it here with my was my backpack and I packed pens instead of clean undies."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Like a lot of people who were friends with me when I was evil live up on four," Angel grimaced. "I try to avoid it. But - you don't have anything to wear? Jeez, why didn't you tell me? We gotta get you something. Uh... could try borrowing stuff of mine for right now if you want. Might be a little big but..."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Wow, thanks man. I've got a little bit of cash right now, but until I can get a job...I'm strapped." Blair grinned ruefully. "Yeah, they'll be a bit big...but they'll be clean! I got the evil floor? That sounds...like fun. Well, I'm not evil; maybe I'll be a positive influence." Blair gently lifted Sean out of his lap and put him on the floor, standing up.

"Oh my god! I must smell horrible to you!" Blair took a couple of quick steps backwards. "Is your nose okay? Do you need to me leave? How do you deal with your senses when it's too much?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Every time Parker sees this, she scribbes over the last line with a black magic marker, until it's illegible.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hee! BTW: Angel explains Parker and SC to a newbie (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/513327.html?thread=20106799#t20106799).]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: *dies* A brick wall wearing Prada that can kill you with her shoes! *loves you*]}

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *smooch*]