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Soc 201: Criminology (10/6)

Grissom sits in the front of the class - he looks exhausted, grumpy, and a little zoned out. He is wearing his ~~sexy as hell, and you know it~~ straw hat in an attempt to make himself feel better.

"Everyone please take a seat, and hand in your homework from last class. [ooc: links are fine] We will spend the rest of class discussing your results."

Assignment for Monday: Read Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes, as we will be having a discussion on Monday regarding the text, and sign up for the Body Farm trip if you'd like. We will have class after we return on Thursday.

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"We wish you to excuse Cameron Mitchell from class for the day," says Hathor, reaching up to putt a hand on Grissom's chest. "We are in dire need of his presence." She tilts her head up and breathes a cloud of perfumed air into his mouth. "Would you do this and other such things for us?"

OOC: Oh, God, Janet's going to develop a reputation for kissing teachers if I keep this up. Which is what I'll do in the next post if you let it through.

Grissom sighs, enthralled. He feels a slight tingle in his chest, and practically purrs. "What kind of things would you like me to do for you?"

Hathor kisses him, cupping the back of his neck with her hand, then releases him and glances at Cameron. "You will not fail him today," she says. "Nor will you give our beloved ~~minion~~ friend detention. And we have heard that some of our former friends--" She glared at Crichton. "Have expressed displeasure with our behavior. We wish you to ignore them."

Grissom licks his lips.

"A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion

Of course, sweet Goddess. Anything that you wish. If Cameron is your beloved, I shall protect him, and will ignore anyone who does not see your radiant beauty."

"We would prefer if you did not speak to Crichton," says Hathor. "He is unwilling to open his eyes to our true glory."

OOC: Is Sidle going to interrupt? Because that would be too cool.

*knocking on the door--sticking her head in* Grissom, I need to speak to you about...

*Takes in the situation, noting key factors. I'll bet he never knew her eyes could go so cold.*

And you had to nerve to try to chastise me about...I don't fucking believe you.

Hathor glances back at this woman. She searches through the host's memories. The host recalls meeting her once. "We do not believe your presence is either necessary or wanted," she says.

I don't believe individuals refer to themselves in a plural form. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done to Janet?

"Don't be silly - this is Hathor, the goddess. Do not be cross with her because of the things I have done to you. She has healed me, she can heal you too. It will be glorious."

Grissom, the body of this Hathor is the body of Janet Frasier, one of the students here. And forgive me, but I'm afraid I'm not trusting anything you're saying right now.

"Always so literal. You're adorable.

Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

Think of what this can mean! A wounded deer leaps highest, you know this. Love can give you trust."

*she begins to laugh. softly, slowly, and with complete despair* Have you any idea what I would have given to hear you say that even one year ago? God, we are so fucking pathetic. You had to get high to be comfortable around me. And now you're declaring your love for me because you've been brainwashed.

*backs away, to the door* I'm getting help.

*takes off Bat-Out-Of-Hell style*

[ooc: All right if I inform

principalconnor?]

Hathor's smile was vicious and gloating behind the woman's back.

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"We are Hathor," says Hathor. "We are a Goddess. Do you not acknowledge our divinity?" Her voice is low and carries a warning in it.

If I believe in any gods or goddesses, you are not one of them. *an equal warning in her voice*

OOC: And I see you stalked off before I could beat you up. Very cool. :) One less guilt complex for Janet later on.

[OOC: Hee! Thought that'd work better. As I asked above, is it all right if Sara informs

principalconnor? She'd be worried about Grissom.]

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"Do you wish me to deal with her, my Goddess?" Cameron asks, forgetting he'd most likely get his ass kicked if he tried.

*She turns. She glares. If he has any sense lurking underneath his ohmygoddess!gooiness, he will Back Off.*

"We shall leave," says Hathor, striding from the room.

OOC: Don't call me! I'll call you! But on an actual serious note, Grissom, we may need you to be one of Hathor's ~~cannon fodder~~ line of defense against the group coming to capture her later. I'll drop a post if that happens, okay?

Cameron smirks knowingly at Grissom before following after his ever gracious Goddess.

"Sara, my love, this is my Goddess. Do not be angry. Become one with us." He looks at Hathor lovingly.

My love? *snorts* You have to be under an alien influence -- you would never call me that. Not in front of other people. *coming closer--studying his eyes. cloudy, dull* What's happened, Grissom?

"The most wonderful thing! Oh Sara, you must become one with us. Without you, I could have never appreciated Hathor's beauty." He moves to touch her arm lightly, "Doesn't it make your soul ache?

You've made my soul ache for a very long time, Grissom. But I doubt it's in the sense you mean.

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