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First floor lobby - Saturday night

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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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.

"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?"

"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."

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

Parker grinned. "I almost believe that." She tilted her head. "Do you really want us to call you Hawkeye?"

"If you want to. Everyone else does. You can call me anything you want, so long as you don't call me late for happy hour."

Blinking, Parker said, "Are you sure you're the Vice Principal? You didn't get bitten by anything green lately, did you?"

Janet came into the dorms, having taken a very late night ~~insomnia-fueled~~ run, and saw Parker talking to someone in the lobby with a yo-yo. "Hey, Parker," she said as she got close enough to hear what Parker was saying.

"Vice Principal?" asked Janet. He certainly seemed less creepy than the Principal. "Nice to meet you. Janet Fraiser." She held out her hand.

Hawkeye shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Janet. Hawkeye Pierce."

She nodded at the yo-you. "You must be incredibly bored tonight," she said.

"No more than other nights. I tried the television, but even though the picture quality is far better than where I come from, there's *still* nothing on."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll run another Bitterwoman marathon," said Janet. "So where do you come from? If you don't mind my asking."

"Maine. A lovely little place called Crabapple Cove, but from what I understand it's had about 50 years to change since I lived there."

"And we add another time traveller to the mix," said Janet, grinning. "You're from fifty years in the past, and one of the new students is from three years in the future. I don't want to know what a combined timeline of Fandom High student and faculty lives would look like."

"Probably a lot like.. something involving a witty metaphor. I can tell it's getting late. I'm losing my touch."

"I can assure you, nothing green nor reptilian nor anything other than a redhead has bitten me in recent times, and the redhead only because I asked nicely."

Definitely nothing like the Principal. Parker grinned. "Good to know. Say, if, hypothetically, someone painted an alien landing pad on the roof while under the influence of gremlin-spit, you wouldn't volunteer them for medical experimentation, would you?"

"Absolutely not," Hawkeye protested in his most serious voice. Then he broke out into a grin. "Especially since I'd be the one doing the painting, although I'm not so sure there'd be any gremlin influence."

Parker beamed at him. "Good to know, sir. Hawkeye. You know, so far, this is going *much* better than my other first meetins of the administration around here."

"I aim to please, and I'd be flattered, but when you take into account that the other administrators that I know are the uptight guy with sunglasses that reminds me of Colonel Flagg on valium, and a giant head in a tube, it's not that hard. I've yet to meet Dean Washburn, but I'm waiting until I get a good bottle of wine before I do that." He smirked. "Tell me Parker, what is it people do around here for fun? Aside from playing with yo-yos."

"A head in a tube?" Parker's wondering how she missed that one. Then she wonders why she doesn't even question if it's real. "I haven't met Dean Washburn either, and I'm not sure what the adults do for fun. Aside from drink. I think a couple of them are into swords or martial arts. And there's a movie theatre in town?" she offers. "A lot of them are dating each other, but I wouldn't know any details about that. None that I could share, anyway."

"I'm sure I'll find in due time," Hawkeye replied. He was only interested in who was dating who so he didn't inadvertantly hit on the girlfriend of the large man in blue he'd met the other night. "So I'm guessing you're a senior?" She looked old enough to be a senior.

"Junior. The best and largest class. Running for class representative, actually." She grinned. "I look older, don't I? Yay."

"You do. Running for student rep? A noble cause. You have my vote, or you would if I was eligible to vote."

"Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more scabrous comments to make on the Women's Room wall, in order to start my payback of certain people." She tips him a snarky salute. "See you later, Hawkeye."

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