Second floor common room, Sunday evening

[fates_jaye]

After work, Jaye turns the common room into Campaign and Anti-Campaign Headquarters.

There are several posters hanging on the walls. All over the walls.

On the table are two stacks of flyers. Lots of them. Many trees died for this cause. It's a theme with her this week. And really, it shouldn't be this hard to slander Marty. It just shouldn't.

Also, thanks to Jeff The God of Biscuits, there are cookies to buy your votes.


[Will be AFK for a few hours, but will be playing, and feel free to stop in, chat, and blah blah blah. It's a common room post, people. Go kill my inbox.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What're you doing?" John says, stopping by the common room on his way back to his own room. "This place is a mess."

[fates_jaye]

"It's partisan," Jaye corrects. "We're getting your roomie elected and Marty not elected."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Are you?" John picks up one of the flyers. "Dude, you spelled Aeryn's name wrong."

[fates_jaye]

"What, is it S-O-O-N or something? It's kind of a weird pronunciation there. i had to guess."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Not her last name," John says. "First name. A-E-R-Y-N. Like the air and the sun."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye makes a face. "That's the corniest thing ever." She shrugs. "Sorry. Wouldn't have thought to spell it all special. Since when should 'Erin' have an A and a Y in it?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

On her way to Jake's art show Callisto does not stop by the common room for the sole purpose of stealing posters of Angel.

Because that would be wrong.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John might smile a little evily at the sight of Callisto.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks from his spot on the sofa.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto spun around to face Crichton, hiding the poster behind her back. "Nothing."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What's behind your back?" Because she's so obvious he needs sunglasses.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Behind my back?" Callisto carefully started rolling the poster up behind her. "Oh, nothing all that important."

[chasingangela]

After dumping her bag on her bed, Angela roams down to the second-floor common room.

She's in a weird mood, and it's made woprse when she sees the Maerty flier quoting her.

"Ohmygodyou didn'ttellmeyouwereusing this stuff!" she screeches, reaching pitches usually used only by bats and Quinn Morgendorffer, before collapsing on the couch with her face in her hands. "I'm dead. Seriously. So. Very. Dead."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Angela?" John looks over in concern. "Do you need some water?"

[chasingangela]

"Water?" she asks helplessly. "Um, yes. And -- has Marty seen the fliers that are quoting me yet?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hands Angela a glass of water retrieved some the sink. "Don't think he has. I was the only one in here with Jaye befor you and Callisto got here. So, no Marty yet."

[chasingangela]

Angela gulps from the water.

"Great. Think Jaye would let us turn them all into some nice, colorful confetti? Maybe paper-mache?" She groans, but her face iss starting to return to its normal color. "As if he wasn't already going to kill me..."

[OOC: Just to be insanely obvious about this, Angela is freaked, I'm not.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel came in after taking Sean for a walk. "Hey, uh, everybody. Nice posters, Jaye."

[chasingangela]

Angela waves. "Hey, Angel. Yours are nice. Marty's? At least he doesn't want to win."

She holds out a hand, beckopning Sean to come and be patted.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey Angela," Angel said. He undid Sean's leash so the puppy could scamper over and try to get as close to Angela as puppily possible. "You know, sometimes I'm still not sure if I want to win either. But I guess that's going to be a moot point soon enough."

[chasingangela]

Angela happily scratched the puppy behind the ears, then stroked the full length of his wiggly body. Mmmm. Puppytherapy.

"True," she says. "I'm just glad it's not like last election. Everybody wanted to drop out before the end on that one."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully this time we can get a Student Council that wants to do something," Angel said. "Rory, Parker, and Alanna are great, but no way can three people be expected to do that much work."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John might glare a bit and blush.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel might try to give a look and complicated series of hand gestures that indicated My heart was in the right place, honest except he was stoic and not so good with talking when there were actual words, let alone elaborate mime, so god knows what he actually conveyed. Possibly an order for a pressed Cuban sandwich.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John glares some more. And also makes a series of hand gestures that is meant to say 'you're hairgel is in the toilet' but actually looks more like the order to send troops into Cambodia or something."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel makes some gestures back that say sending troops into Cambodia is no way to handle the conflict in that region, especially when it's possible to give sanctions more time, and as long as they're talking about conflict he's really sorry he made things weird with John and Aeryn.