First Floor Lobby - Sunday Evening

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye was in his favorite place again. Well, favorite because he hadn't really bothered to look around much in town. After spending time in Korea, stuck in the same camp day after day, Hawkeye had learned that it was better to bide your time in a new place and explore it slowly, especially if you were going to be there for a while.

He was content with the lobby, his room and his office for now. Maybe he would venture out into the town next week and find a bar or the location of those delicious pastries he'd seen waft in and out of the lobby as people came and went.

But for now, the lobby was his domain. He sat with a crossword puzzle. Hopefully this time he wouldn't need to call in his friend all the way from a Naval ship just to get the answers.


[OOC: Open to all.]

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[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica arrived back on campus after her busy day at the spa and a quick stop by Weevil's to pick up an assignment she'd forgotten last night.

"Hi," she said cheerfully to the unfamiliar man in the lobby.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye looked up from his crossword. "Evening! I don't think we've met. I'm Hawkeye Pierce."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Veronica Mars," she said, holding out her hand. "You're the new Vice Principal, right?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Indeed I am. You're one of the first, if not *the* first to not mistake me for a teacher. It's nice to meet you, Veronica. You're a senior, right?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I pay attention to the announcements," she says. "And, yes, I am a senior. How are you liking Fandom High so far?"

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Eighth wanders in and is astonished to see the ridiculously handsome doctor sitting in the lobby. "Dr. Pierce!" she exclaims.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, the illusive Doctor Carter. Have you come to use your feminine wiles and disappear into the night again?"

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

She smiles softly. "I do apologize for my absense, good doctor. How have you been?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I've been a range of conditions from sleepy to drunk to mind-blowingly sober to hungry and occasionally even bored. Not to mention everything in between. I'd ask how you are, but by the look of things, you're delightful as always."

After Veronica

[chasingangela]

After helping to paint and changing out of her paint-spattered clothes, Angela decides to go for a walk in the chilly-but-not-too-chilly night air.

As she passes through the lobby, she notices someone she doesn't know sitting there doing a crossword puzzle. "Hi, are you a new teacher?"

Re: After Veronica

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Hi there," Hawkeye smiled. "No, no teaching from me. Somehow, I ended up as the Vice Principal. Don't ask me what I do, because I haven't quite figured that part out yet." He offered a hand. "Hawkeye Pierce."

Re: After Veronica

[chasingangela]

Angela takes his hand a little skeptically. He seems friendly enough...

"Angela Chase. I'm a junior."

Re: After Veronica

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, one of the many creative little devils of the junior class." He grinned. "Nice to meet you, Angela. What kind of trouble are you getting up to this fine evening?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel walked through the lobby and smiled at that unfamiliar face sitting there. "Hi!"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Well hello! Who might you be?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Isabel Evans, a new sophomore. I don't think I've seen you around before," she said. "Are you a teacher or one of the administrators?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Ah, sophomore year. I remember mine well. I won't bore you with the details, though. I'm the new Vice Principal, although I'm not sure how that works because I don't think there was an old Vice Principal." He shrugged and grinned. "But here I am. If I recall correctly from the mountains of student profiles that my desk is buried under, you're one of the new students this semester. How are you finding the school? No really, it's enormous. I've gotten lost at least twice a week since I've been here."

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

A brief trip into town, several checks of the school property, a quick meal and Fraser's back at the dorms.

There's an unfamiliar face in the lobby so Fraser goes to greet him.

"Good evening, sir. How are you tonight?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

The moment Hawkeye saw the Mountie walk in, he broke out into a big grin. Of all the things here - monsters, giant squids, a locker that liked Brie cheese and poker - he never expected to see a Mountie. "Hello!" Hawkeye stood up. "I'm doing just fine." He offered a hand. "Hawkeye Pierce."

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser takes his hand and shakes it. "Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police and new head of security. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pierce. Are you a member of the faculty?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you, Ben," Hawkeye said, shaking his hand heartily. "Can I call you Ben? I'm the Vice Principal in these parts, as opposed to other parts that I have no control over. I knew we were getting a new head of security after the big cue ball disappeared, but I wasn't expecting anyone so soon. Although I guess around here, time is relative."

Sunday Night

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Returning from Angel's Party (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/556502.html?nc=677), Pippi walks through the 1st floor lobby with a box from "Jeff, God of Biscuits" in her hands and Mr. Neilson on her shoulder.

Re: Sunday Night

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye was still working on his crossword. He had a feeling that he forgot something, but couldn't figure out what.

Re: Sunday Night

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Hearing the rustle of the paper, Pippi looked over an noticed Hawkeye looking confused... Or something.

"Good evening Vice Principal Pierce." she said, walking over to him. "I don't know what's got you so puzzled, but I bet a scone will help distract you enough that the answer will come when you're not thinking about it." she held the box out open to him.

Re: Sunday Night

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye grinned and took a scone. "Thanks Pippi. The bakery's pretty popular tonight."