Second floor common room: Sunday evening (after the Juniors have their meeting)

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Barbossa feels that it's time to enlighten the new students (and faculty, should they feel like attending).

So he's gone through his archival footage of the last semester and tried to pull up video, audio, and photos of what makes Fandom High such a...unique...place to be.

He has put his copy of the holiday pageant into the common room's VCR first, but he also has tape of Annie the Vampire Slayer, the Strip Triad tournament, footage from Zombie Weekend, and Talky Toaster hitting on absolutely everything that walked past him.

In addition there's a copy of Jake's radio apology to Logan (and the song requests), the broadcast of the night Angel got souled, and photographs of Logan as a bunny, Cam as a puppy, John Crichton as Johnina, Marty as Connor, Anders wearing makeup after his first encounter with a gremlin, and the JA leather show.

If you ask him nicely, he'll even sell you a copy of Anakin's version of Little Bunny Foo Foo. He'll definitely let you watch the entire night's work of one Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants.

Come in, newbies, and be enlightened! Come in, old timers, and be humiliated! Come in, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants! Barbossa has pie.

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Parker glanced at the TV, a smile slowly forming, though she had crossed her hands infront of her chest. "You know, I think the singing is better on the recording, doesn't make your ears hurt as much." Parker winced as Rory hit a new low. "Never mind."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek shook his head, relieved that the two of them weren't raving or completely batshit or similar. Watching TV and giving commentary was actually pretty tame for bite victims, from all he'd heard. "I'm almost sad I missed the pageant... But not Rory's performance." He winced as well, very pained. "Remind me never to go to Caritas if she's got an itch to perform."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's painful, not quite as bad as it was in person." Miss Parker nodded and yawned. "Excuse me. I'm going to just, take a nap. Wake me up please." With that, she nodded off on the couch.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Broots warily moved over, then relaxed again. "Don't wake her up," he whispered. "She probably wakes up biting or something." He turned back to watching the TV screen, and giggled. "Hey, Bridge, that looks like fun, kinda."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It was!" Bridge grins, "well, except for the parts where Anders and Rory were mad at me," he adds with a pout.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair really tried to be interested in the video but it was too weird to watch Parker talk like Broots and act nervous and hold onto J.C. like that. He glanced over at Broots and was glad that he had decided to sleep. It was...creepy to see him being all...Parkerfied. Sleeping sounded good.

Blair yawned loudly. Very loudly. "Boy, it's late!" Bounce. "Llllaaaateee"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I guess," Broots said without enthusiasm. "Hey, I'm gonna stay and watch for a while longer. Could you leave the door unlocked? I can't find my keys."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, funny, must have left them in your other skirt," Krycek muttered, eyeing "Broots" still.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair's evil plan to get Parker to go to bed had failed.

"Oh-okay." Blair stood and stretched. "But I don't know where you're roo-"

Blair jerked back a little and stared at Parker wildly. "Door? Keys? Wah?" He waved his arms rapidly. "You're going to sleep in my room? Like you know, not here?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Broots shook his head vehemently. "No way. I did that my first week here, right after I got threatened? And the gremlins giggled at me all night." He gave Blair a dubious look. "Why would I sleep out here, anyway? Miss Parker might catch me!" he hissed. "I'm not stupid!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair blinked hard.

"Okay. I am - we're going - ibbily" Blair paused and did some sort of half bounce, half shudder. "I'm going to go to the room. Our room. On the fourth floor. Where we live. Together. And Sleep."

Blair gulped and wondered how soon this bite thing was going to wear off. He did not really want to wake up with Parker as Parker. "I'll leave the door unlocked. And I'm going to meditate to the ends of time for a little while."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek smirked at Blair, glad to see someone else suffering as well. "Good luck with that. Oh- I'm Krycek, since I forgot to introduce myself before."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair stuck his hand out to shake, missed Krycek by about a foot and tried again.

"Uh-uh. Blair. I didn't-you-intro" Blair tried to rope his language centers back into line. "No problem, man. It's like, totally understandble in this case." Blair glanced at Parker who was not Parker. "Totally"

Blair sort of wandered off, zigzaging his way out of the room and back up to the 4th floor.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek watched him go, frowning slightly. "Weird guy." He looked back at "Broots". "So you're Parker's minion?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No! Well, kind of." Broots hugged J.C. for comfort. "I worked for her dad's company for a couple summers, and she didn't let the Clean-- I mean, some of the people there, push me around." He scowled. "But I'm not a minion. I'm-- I'm--" From the depths of his mind, Broots pulled the perfect word. "I'm staff."