First floor lobby - Saturday night

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye was in the first floor lobby again. His date with Doctor Carter had fallen through. He was positive that she was just playing hard to get. Hawkeye loved a challenge, especially when the challenge was blonde. He'd find her again.

For now, he was sitting in the lobby with a yo-yo, waiting to see who came and went tonight.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker comes charging out of the first floor Men's Room, muttering to herself and clutching a black marker like a dagger. She slows when she sees and adult-type in the lobby. Adult-type because hello, yo-yo.

"Hi. Are you one of the new teachers?"

Never hurts to suck up early and often. Or at least find out who's psycho.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Now that's what I call a first impression. Hawkeye Pierce. Doctor, Yo-Yo Fan, Vice Principal and Principal of Vices. At your service."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked, a little non-plussed. Okay, as administrative types go, this is a departure.

"Parker. Sorry. I'm currently trying to figure out the best method to kill a few people. You wouldn't have any suggestions, as Principal of Vices, would you?" she asked, starting to grin.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I would, but it would go against my Hippocratic Oath." Hawkeye let the yo-yo go and then caught it again. "There are far worse things than death, though. Humiliation is a good start. Now that I can help you with. Wait. Parker. The birthday girl?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The one and only. I got quite a nice haul out of that," she added, smiling in satisfaction. "Humiliation I can get behind completely. There's a certain coffee fiend of my acquaintance who's trying to kill all the freshman. I ask you, as a doctor-- is that benefit to mankind? Remote murder?" She paused and blinked. "How did you get *this* job, with a medical degree? If you don't mind me asking."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"The offer came as the prize at the bottom of a cereal box."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After a satisfying workout in the gym, Walter strolled in. He spotted the adult with the yo-yo and grinned. If this was faculty, he was worth meeting, if he wasn't, he was worth checking out.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and waved, not wanting to interrupt the girl who already had the man's attention.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye waved back with a smile.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

This man reminded Walter terribly of Arthur. He could probably get along with him just fine. Probably by bringing him copious amounts of alcohol and the phone numbers of attractive woman.

As such, he waited for the two pretty ladies to get their introductions in before sticking out a hand. "Walter Dornez. Just let me know if there are any errands you need run." Taking care of adult reprobates was second nature. Couldn't hurt to stay in practice.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Easy there Walter, with all that eagerness someone will think you're productive." Hawkeye shook his hand with a grin. "Hawkeye Pierce."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Someone's got to do it. Right?" He grinned back. "You might as well get someone who's good at it."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam wandered through the lobby on her way inside after a walk. She waved casually to the man but stopped when she saw the yo-yo. "Hello. Er, you're not related to Jack O'Neill, are you?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I can assure you, I'm not related to anyone by the name of Jack. John, yes. Maybe even a James. No Jack. You look familiar. Have we met?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think we have." She offered her hand. "Sam Carter."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Hawkeye Pierce," Hawkeye shook her hand. "Wait, Carter? As in the lovely Doctor Carter whose acquaintance I made the other day?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Last of the Mohicans, right?" Holy Hannah, she hated having to pretend to be related to Eighth. "She's a very distant relation. So, are you a teacher here, or one of the new administrators?"

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique wanders in, later than she probably should be getting back from town. She tries to look casual when she sees Adult in Lobby.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Welcome home," Hawkeye called. "Have a good night?"

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

She doesn't gulp. Or look guilty. Not at all. "Uh, yeah. Not to be rude, but...who are you?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Hawkeye Pierce. Who are you?"

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

"Raven Darkholme." Suspicious look. "Hawkeye isn't a reference to any prophecies or anything?"

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Back in her room after her unsociable appearance at the sophmore class meeting, Jessica decides a warm cup of tea would put her in a good mood before climbing into bed. She instinctly makes two cups but, turning around, realizes her sister isn't there. Not wanting it to go to waste she takes one of the cups and, thinking of the kind man she saw in the lobby a night or two ago, goes downstairs, enters the lobby and approaches Hawkeye with the cup of tea in her hands behind her back.

"Hello again," says Jessica with a smile. "Up late I see?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"As usual," Hawkeye replied. "But not for much longer. It's been an eventful night. I gave out my first detention."

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

"Detention? Hm. Sounds...rather serious."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Not really. The boy will have to spend half of his Saturday doing something he really doesn't want to do. It'll make him think twice before going into the girls' bathroom again, at least when there's an adult just down the hall."