First Floor Lobby [Saturday Afternoon]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser's surprised the lobby is so quiet on a Saturday afternoon. Usually students are coming and going and, with the end of term so near, he'd thought the noise would be even moreso.

Everything is quiet.

This is either really good...or really bad.

[One adult here for all your weetiny fun needs.]

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

It's afternoon and Cameron was hungry as he forgot about lunch and someone had promised him more ice cream and cake and cupcakes and he hadn't gotten those. So he wandered back into the dorms and ran into the mountie.

Cameron stopped right in front of him and looked up at him. "Yo!"

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser looks down at the young child in front of him.

"Hello, young man. Did you wander away from your mother and/or father?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

No," he said, still gaping up at Fraser. "You're tall and red."

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"Thank you kindly," Fraser says because it seems like the thing to do. "What's your name, young one?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Cam Mitchell, but you can call me Camboy if you want just as long as you don't call me Cammie. My mom calls me that, but it's silly because I'm not young, I'm seven," he told Fraser seriously.

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"Cam Mitchell?" Fraser frowns and kneels so he's face to face with Cam. "Do you have an older brother that attends class here?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

That gets a giggle out of Cameron. "No! Don't be silly, consta- constip- Mountie. I go to class here. Your hat is cool."

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. And you shouldn't lie to your elders, Mr. Mitchell. You're far too young to attend class here," Fraser points out.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron huffs and puffs up his chest. "I don't lie! You can't me a liar! I bet it was you who gave me detention for not doing anything!" He's really not looking happy.

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser quirks an eyebrow and frowns.

"I did no such thing. I gave no detention this week, Mr. Mitchell. There's no need to become angry. I'll help you find your parents."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"My parents are in Memphis and prof Tick gave me time out and I didn't do anything and now you're calling me a liar and the administation are all big meanies," he sniffed just a little.

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, please don't cry." Fraser flails a bit. "I'm sorry about calling you a liar, Mr. Mitchell. Can you forgive me?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

A wee little girl comes skipping into the lobby with a wee little monkey on her shoulder.

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Another little person. Fraser's beginning to wonder if there's a day camp that he doesn't know about.

"Hello. Are you lost?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

The little girl with the hair the color of a carrot stops and stands on one leg.

She gives Fraser an unnaturally large toothy grin.

"Nope! I know exactly where I am!" Her grin falters and she looks at the Mountie with solemn eyes. "Are you lost?"

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not." Fraser kneels down to look at her. "You're awfully young to be in a high school."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"You're awfully old to be in high school."

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"I'm merely a staff member," Fraser says. "Not a student. But yes, I would be too old to be in high school if I was in high school."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi does not say anything for a while.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"I don't, no." Fraser tilts his head. "Why might you be asking?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi's only answer is a shrug.

"What's your middle name?"

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

"Middle name?" Fraser smiles at her. "My first name is Benton."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hi Benton!" Pippi waved, "I'm Pippi, and this is Sir Neilson." The monkey on her shoulder waves as well.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair bounced in, carrying a Rubik's cube. "Hi, hi, hi!"

[psi16.livejournal.com]

A strangely dressed red head, about three feet tall, scoots across the first floor lobby on her way out the door. She is wearing a pair of high heels that are too long for her; a baggy, definitely-not-her-size dress that looks like something out of a 1940s movie magazine; a silk scarf around her eyes with eyeholes cut out; and a big, felt hat. She looks furtively around her as she walks, as though on the look out for someone or something.