Sign posted near 238, 2nd floor hallway

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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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"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."

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Sean scampered after the ball, catching it after it bounced a few times.

Angel looked interested, but tried to pretend he wasn't. "Was she naked?"

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"Pretty close," John says. "She got in the pool and we wrestled around for awhile. I think she won after she kicked me in the family jewels."

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"HA!"

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"Shut. Up." John glares as best he can. "She's got strong thighs, dude. It hurt!"

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"Hee hee hee hee!"

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And John steps on his foot.

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"Ha ha ha - OW! Hey!"

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"I think your not girlfriend has a crush on me," John teases. "Couldn't take her hands off me..."

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"Hey, wanna do a repeat of that knee thing? Wonder what that'd feel like with vamp strength behind it?"

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"I love you too, honey," John jokes. "We'll save the kinky stuff for later, if that's all right with you."

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Angel snickered, then grew more serious. "Are you crazy? Aeryn would kill me if I tried anything."

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"Kinky again." John smirks. "You woke up on the naughty side of the bed."

"Dude, I have no idea why I'm talking like this," John says and bangs his head against the wall.

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"Maybe that kick to the crotch ruined what few brain cells you've got?"

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If John was a girl, he'd tug Angel hair.

Instead, he just glares some more.

"If she kicks me, I fear to see what she does to someone she's actually trying to wrestle with."

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Angel briefly had a look that suggested he was mentally picturing this and enjoying it.

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"Oh hey! One frat faculty advisor has been obtained!"

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That got Angel's attention again. "Hey, great! Who'd you get?"

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"The new vice principal!" John says cheerfully.

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Angel blinked. "The guy who left me a porny voice mail? Oh, no, wait, that was the principal."

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"The principal left you a porny voicemail?" John frowns.

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"There were... nicknames."

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"Really?" John considers this. "I had no idea that the principal that I met a few days ago was even capable of making up nicknames."

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"Let's just say the mental images..." Angel shook his head. "Here's hoping that wasn't one of Bristow's suggestions on how I can atone for what I've done."