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First Floor Lobby - Evening

Rita strolled into the lobby.

She was bored.

Bad things happen when a witch like Rita is left with idle hands.

She sat down, and glared at her still quill, wishing someone would walk past.

[ooc: Open to all, but specifically for ye-who-will-be-the-TA's. You know who you are.]

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Grumbling under her breath about stupid vampires, Callisto stomped through the lobby on her way to Caritas.

Krycek waved to Callisto as he was headed outside, though he didn't want to intrude when she looked that cranky.

Callisto momentarily brightened when she saw Krycek, remembering his phone message, and waved back.

Rita smiled sweetly.

"Hello again, dearie. How are you?"

Callisto stopped dead and glared at Rita. "Hello again, ~~bitch~~ teach."

Rita made an exaggerated sad face. "Oh no. Not feeling up to snuff, sweetheart? Tell Auntie Rita all about it."

"Do you have that quill?" Callisto was pissed off, not stupid.

Rita simply looked at Callisto, then looked at the quill sitting still beside her.

"Yes," she said slowly.

"Then, no, I won't tell you about my relationship troubles." Okay maybe stratch that 'not stupid' part.

"Oh no. Friendship woes?" Rita asked. The quill hopped up expectantly.

"Friendship woes, yes." Callisto leapt at the opening. "Yes, I'm afraid that I'll be doing less classes with my friends this semster."

The frail young waif, woeful in the agony of being separated from those she loved most, struggled to hold back tears as she confessed....

"That's very sad indeed, darling," Rita replied "sympathetically."

Callisto eyed the quill balefully. "Yeah, but it was friendship or Journalistic Integrity, and the call of the noble profession was just too strong." So she might have been laying it on a bit think.

"Clever girl." Rita smiled and pointed a finger at Callisto. "You know, I have need of a teacher's assistant."

"You do?" Callisto asked as if the thought had never crossed her mind.

"I do. Are you inderested, duckie?" Rita asked saccharinely.

"It would look good on my college transcript," Callisto said trying to sound interested but not too interested. "And it could be quite the educational experience."

Krycek obliged, coming down the stairs from the second floor. On his way outside for a cigarette, he was also ignoring the party for the moment, bemused at the commotion that he'd apparently started? Or maybe Lee really had had a party planned... He nodded to the blonde woman, slowing a little as he passed.

The quill perked up and began to scribble, and Rita herself looked up from the copy of Witch Weekly she was perusing.

"Hello, duckie. How are you tonight?"

"Alex Krycek," he said, not quite correcting the woman; he was just supplying correct information. He stopped near her, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. "Not bad. Are you one of the new teachers?"

"I am indeed. Journalism. Rita Skeeter." She smiled sweetly, and the quill scratched away. "Pleasure to meet you, Alex."

Krycek eyed the quill as he replied, "Pleasure to meet you too, Ms Skeeter." Distracted by the movement of the acid green feather, it took him a moment to really begin wondering what it was writing about. "I was actually a TA last semester, to Professor Jerusalem."

Rita cocked her head. "Really, now. I haven't hired any assistants yet. Were you any good at it?"

If Krycek could see what the quill was writing, he would read:

The strapping, handsome young man approached the attractive blonde with both respect and fear, for he at once recognized her as a superior. Light reflected softly in his eyes as he gazed down at her, mesmerized by her very presence.

"Yes," he said simply, pretty confident in the fact that he'd done a damn good job of it while it lasted. Frowning slightly, he cocked his head to read the parchment, though it was a slightly awkward angle. "Unfortunately, Professor Jerusalem left before I could get any written recommendation from him." His jaw tightened as he read along with the quill's scratchings, but he didn't comment, at least not yet.

Rita nodded. "I don't think I'd need a recommendation. I'm sure there are students who could attest to how competent you are."

The young man's posture slumped, defeated in awe of her grace and wisdom....

"I'm sure there are," he said, frowning at the pen. "I've already signed up for your Journalistic Integrity class. I'm looking forward to seeing how your curriculum differs from my former boss's." Looking forward to it in the way that one looked forward to possibly having their hand slammed in a door, maybe. "What is it writing for, if I may ask?" Krycek gestured at the quill, feigning mild curiosity.

"At the moment? My memoirs," Rita said dramatically. "And after that? Anything. The quill's bewitched to take notes, after all. It transcribes what it sees."

"...Interesting. I can see how that sort of thing would be useful in your profession - what I hope will be my profession, someday." He pulled his gaze away from the pen, though he could still see it scratching away out of the corner of his eye and it was almost a physical itch, wanting to know what it was writing about him. Krycek took a slow breath, giving her his very best Eager Rookie Agent look. "If you need an assistant, I'd really appreciate the opportunity to continue my employment."

"Consider yourself hired, Alex," Rita said with a wide grin. "Or, rather, not fired."

Jessica wandered into the lobby. She eyes Rita, instantly categorizing her as Not Reliable.

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