2nd Floor Common Room

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Okay, so she decided that she would run.

Which meant election promises and posters.






Vote Elizabeth, Junior Council Rep

I promise to:
*Maintain a good relationship with the faculty
*Ensure a positive and welcoming environment for all students
*Be honest and always listen to what YOU want



Having plastered them all around the dorms, from the gym to the top floor common room (via the shooting range), she settled into the common room with her palm pilot, a notebook and lists. If she was going to run, she was going to do it properly. And hiding away in her room certainly wasn't the way to go about it.


[[ooc: Come and say hi. And please forgive my lack of graphics skills!]]

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[chasingangela]

After waking up in Marty's room, Angela roams into the common room to see if anyone is watching cartoons. You know, for a change.

"Hi, Elizabeth. Haven't seen you since before break. How's the campaign?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Angela," Elizabeth turned around and smiled. "Schastlivogo
rozhdestva!

The campaign is, well, as you see. I have posters. I have promises. I even have some votes. How are you?"

[chasingangela]

"Pretty good," she says. "I mean, the phone weirdness yesterday was, um, interesting and kind of makes me want to hide forever. But the new people seem cool, and, hey, classes are almost here."

"And I didn't know you spoke -- what was that, Russian?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked down to the second floor, hoping for something to distract him from that special kind of mind-numbing boredom that can be found on Saturday mornings. When he spotted Liz and Angela, he waved and said, "Hi," in a friendly tone.

[chasingangela]

"Hey," Angela says. "Are you one of the new people?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"You got odd messages too? I don't know who called me; it wasn't anyone I knew, and it sounded like an adult as well. I thought it was just that he was new, and screwed up the number!"

She grins. "Russian, yes. I was telling you Merry Christmas, because today is when Russian Orthodox celebrate Christmas. My grandmother was Russian, so I'm not being quite as random as I sound there!"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Elizabeth replied, smiling at him.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I got in yesterday. Peter Parker," he said. "And, yes, I know about gremlins, Locker 327, and the toaster." Peter had a feeling that everyone was conditioned to tell new people about those things on sight.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nodded. "That's good. Because we'd hate to lose new students in the first week through the Locker because we neglected to tell them about it. That would just be embarrassing."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'm Peter," he said. "I think I just saw you on a bunch of posters. Elizabeth, right?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Peter," Elizabeth replied, holding out her hand to shake. "And, yes. Elizabeth Weir. This is Angela."

[chasingangela]

"A couple weeird messages, yeah. Like, I got one from Lee Adama talking about underwear. And a really private one Marty left for me went to half the school somehow -- including his Little Sister, who was pretty upset until we sorted it out. " She grins. "Heck of a way to break in the new students, I guess."

"And Merry Russian Orthodox Christmas to you, too."

[chasingangela]

"Do you think that's what happened last semester?" Angela wonders aloud. "It seems like a lot of people were here the first week and just disappeared. I hope they aren't all in 327."

She turns to Peter, realizing how this must sound. "Um, we don't lose students anymore, much."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter thought about this for a moment, then asked, "I'm just wondering, what do the people with Lockers 326 and 328 do? Are they okay, or is there a certain safe radius around 327?"

"So as long as I make it to next Saturday I should be fine?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth tries not to laugh. "Well, that's going to be enough blackmail material going around the school for a while then," she grins. "The worrying thing for the new students is that mixed messages is nothing compared to what's happened during the last semester!"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabetyh tilts her head curiously. "I don't know. Do people actually use their lockers? I can't say that I ever have!"

She nods. "You should be. In theory. But the locker will strike at any time."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter shook her hand. "Those posters were for Student Council, right? Isn't that normally taken care of at the beginning of the year?"

[chasingangela]

"I know. I just hope the zombies are gone for good," Angela says with a shudder. "I never want to go through that again."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "We've had one set of elections already. But our new adminstration wants to start afresh, which means campaigning again. As you can imagine, it's the highlight of the year." There may be more than just a trace of sarcasm in her voice there.

[chasingangela]

"Everybody I knew who ran last time? Told me they were ready for it to be over well before the election," Angela says. "I just hope this time it's a little easier, but ... somehow I doubt that, knowing this school."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter's sarcasm-sense was tingling. "Sounds like a lot of fun. Really." Dropping his own sarcasm, he said, "At least the people who were already in it shouldn't have a problem, right? Assuming they did a good job, of course."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth unconciously rubbed her shoulder. "Yeah, I'd be quite happy never encountering zombies again," she agreed.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Well, we didn't really get to do that much," Elizabeth explains. "The principal did have a point when he said that we were lacking direction and faculty input. We organized parent's weekend though. That came off pretty well."

[chasingangela]

"It was fun," Angela agrees. "Most of you guys did a good job, as far as I could tell."

"But the problem is we're supposed to pick three per class, and everybody on council now is a junior."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nods. "Do we even have three in the freshman class now?" she asks. "None of the sophomores seemed to have been interested either, and Angel and Cal's posters? Sneaking suspicion that they weren't put up by them!"