Student newspaper, election edition

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The day after homecoming (*cough* and any post-Homecoming or during Homecoming things that are still being slow played *cough*) found Angelus in the journalism classroom. He'd taken over a few desks and chairs, moving them so that he could sit in one chair with a mug of warm blood on a desk beside him, his feet raised and propped up on a desk in front of him, and a laptop cradled in his lap.

He typed away at his article.

Anyone watching him would notice two things:

1) He was still disturbingly cheerful, albeit focused on his work

2) He was dressed in black jeans, a black long-sleeved, form-fitting T-shirt, black shoes, and a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses.

It was possible for people to interrupt him if they cared to.

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"That a usual thing?" Angelus looked at her over the rims of his glasses. "The switching?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"From the hysterics Jake had over it? Unlikely. Still no clue what did it or how to turn him back into a card-carrying testicle member of the human race, though." Her teeth flash in another grin, "Although Jake's protesting it ever so much less now.. and when he hears we said that, he's going to kill us, in our sleep."

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"He's pretty enough," Angelus said with a shrug. "I'd hit it."

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"Would that be before or after he's returned to male body? Inquiring minds want to know. Apparently badly enough to ask Cole on stage." She shakes her head, "Man, you and that rumour mill. What the fuck?"

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"I am a man who appreciates the finer things in life no matter what their form," Angelus said, putting a deliberately melodramatic hand to his chest. "I try not to be limited by labels."

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"And we all know how much you love your lables. Brooks, Gucci, Armani, and possibly Ambercrombie. Man of taste, you are." Changing the subject to something more on topic, she asks, "Any word on how the debate thing was received? We've been out of the loop."

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"Pretty good, actually," Angelus said. "Haven't done a man on the street poll or anything, but the buzz has been music to my ears."

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"Oh? Do tell. At least people weren't walking out yawning like they were for the school-sponsored one. That was.. obliging."

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"Scuttlebutt I'm getting is that people liked the rawness of it," Angelus took another drink from his mug, again grimacing at the temperature. "And they definitely weren't walking out."

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Glancing at his mug, she gestures at Jerusalem's coffee machine, "You do know the hot plate will warm the mug up, right? It's going to coagulate, you leave it get cold like that."

"Good to hear. We found it a rather educational experience. Sadly, noone got a bingo." She sighs dramatically, "Concentrating more on what was going on than a game mocking what was going on.. what were they thinking?"

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"I think it's already gone off," Angelus said, sadly. "That's what I get for burying myself in my work. Nobody got the bingo? Shame. We should donate the door prizes to charity then."

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Duce wrinkles her nose at that, "Right, then." Kicking off the door, she heads over, "Hand it over. In the interest of not watching you suck down clots, we're revoking that mug. Or getting you a refill. Or something."

Continuing to gesture for the mug, she nods, "We thought you'd want to do something like that. Red suggested selling the tat coupon off and donating the money instead. For some reason, he didn't think orphans would need tattoos. Brand the little buggers, we say."

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"Just makes their bodies easier to identify," Angelus pointed out. He handed the mug over with a look of gratitude. "By the by, I tried to get some mice for you but couldn't find a place I trusted enough to give you good quality."

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"You have a stash nearby, or you want caffeine this time?" Duce tilts her head at him curiously, "Mice? Thanks for the thought, but the fur does bad things to our digestion. Human-size hairballs are not anyone's idea of a good time. Chalk it up to someday we'll ask you to do something nice for us and call it even."

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"Unless you're offering to pop a vein coffee's fine," Angelus said. "Don't suppose you like alcohol? I can always get my hands on that."

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Duce gives Angelus a long, impassive look before commenting slowly, "You really wouldn't want us to offer you that. However, if you're looking for a new tap, we have a friend who has a vampire fetish." Taking the cup, she heads for a sink and rinses it while looking over the arcane buttons on the coffee machine.

While she fiddles with setting up some coffee, Duce answers, "Alcohol's always good. If we can't drink it, we can make tinctures out of it. Everclear 190, if you can get it."

The coffee begins dripping, filling the room with the scent. "So, you knew Oz back in Sunnydale?"

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"I knew an Oz back in Sunnydale," Angelus said. "No guarantee the one here is the same."

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"Ah. Yeah, forgot about that wierd dimensional warp that seems to surround your former place of residence. Damn, then we can't dig up any past sins with which to haunt or embarass him. Some days, we have no luck." Filling the mug with coffee, she returns it to Angelus. "Caffeinate thyself."

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"Thanks," Angelus said. He took a few grateful swallows then put the cup down onto the desk. "Depends on what you're looking for. The dimensions we have can have a lot in common or nothing at all. Sometimes it's just a world without shrimp. Actually haven't run into Oz since I got here, so I don't know how much is the same. I assume he still has that time of the month problem?"

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Duce nods, "He mentioned he hadn't seen you, or any of the rest of the kids. We had to force him to go talk to Willow."

Tired of standing, she grabs a chair and flips it around so she can cross her arms over the back, and sits. "Yeah, he's still got that time of the month.." searching for a word, she fills in, "fetish." She smiles lazily, "Which is fun for us, but still has him all off-center."

A shoulder lifts in a shrug, "Not looking for anything in particular. Curiousity, mostly. He doesn't talk about Sunnydale, and he avoids the people from there. We hate an unknown story."

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"Not much to tell," Angelus admitted. "He's a bit on the terse side. Will liked him fine enough, and vice versa as far as I could tell. Of course whether that was a sign of him being persceptive enough to be into kink is up to the judges to decide."

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"Not much to tell," Angelus admitted. "He's a bit on the terse side. Will liked him fine enough, and vice versa as far as I could see. Of course whether that was a sign of him being persceptive enough to be into kink is up to the judges to decide."

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Duce confirms, "He seems to like you just fine, or at least jumped to your defense when the bad-mouthing started. He did say some.. rather odd things about you, though." Giving Angelus a slightly disturbed look, "People used to call you 'Angel'? The nice guy part, we'll grant you. You play that part very well. But.. 'Angel'? How the hells did you get stuck with that?"

She ignores the topic of Oz's kink, or lack thereof. Since she isn't reeking of wolfboy pheremones, Angelus would probably know the score on that area as well. Not that Duce would have a clue about that.

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Angelus grimaced. "Long story. Involves gypsies."

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Beka listened attentively for Angelus's reply. More grist for the column, she smiled mischievously to herself.