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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[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."