Thursday Office Hour

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She sits at her desk, headphones in. Reading her textbook, from time to time she closes her eyes and sings along...

just might stop to check you out
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know you're the one

[later]

Why can't I get just one kiss?
Why can't I get just one kiss?
Believe me,
Somethings I wouldn't miss
But I look at you pants and I need...


If any students come in, she'd be pleased to chat.

((ooc: free for the afternoon! Whee!))

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((OOC: A guy I went to school with and have known since FOREVAH--not the same guy I told you about the other night--his uncle is the Femmes' drummer. He would get (and still does when they reunite) backstage passes whenever they play/ed.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Is sooo jealous))

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth is passing by, and hears singing from inside.

She looks worried, remembering Kawalsky earlier.

Oh, God, it's contagious

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's singing, dancing around in her seat. Her arms loose, suddenly she stands up and begins to dance for real. Turning around, her eyes are finally open, she sees Elizabeth and stops abruptly. She jerks the buds out of her ears]

Hey, E.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *hearts you so much*]

*Elizabeth is standing, frozen in the door, her eyes wide and a "Holy crap, WTF?" look on her face*

Uh, hi, Professor

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Gestures to the iPod] They're right, you know...the rhythm is going to get you.

[She blushes, and smiles faintly] Did you, um, need something?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Ah, no, I was just passing on my way to, ah... *she's forgotten where she was going*

I was just worried, because Charlie's been singing since some stupid hour of this morning, and well, with this school, you never know

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, yeah. I was just...I downloaded the Violent Femmes and was reliving my youth...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*smiles* I can't say I ever really listened to them that much. My youngest brother, Nick, however, was a big fan. Dad bought him headphones the day after he brought home their first album

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Looks at her curiously] Your youngest brother liked the Femmes?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*she winces slightly*

Yeah... I'm the baby of the family by a long shot.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I see. [clears her throat]

Are you enjoying your assistantship?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Did you get my e-mail about the THING? If not, how can I send it to you?]]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

(([is a liar] it was filtered to my junkmail. Will reply shortly))

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[OOC: in case it gets filtered again: Yup, nothing original.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((it's most excellent...now, how to get it on the air?))

[brambless.livejournal.com]

((Doesn't seem to be a teacher's lounge, today. Okay to play here?))

Tara knocks on CJ's door.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Sitting at her desk with her earphones back in, she's jamming out. Singing random words or phrases, she does not hear the knock]




((but come in...get her attention!))

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara recognises the song and slips into the room quietly, closing the door firmly behind her. She pads up softly behind CJ, timing her action for the brief break between lines, when she reaches forward and lifts the earphones away from CJ's head, singing the next line in a clear, pure soprano.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[CJ jumps out of her skin. Ok, not literally, which it's sad that has to be clarified here at Fandom High She shrieks]

What the...

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Sorry!" Tara laughs, not sounding at all apologetic. "I couldn't resist. Besides, I love that song. Um, I'm Tara Maclay, by the way... we met at the church on Sunday, but I don't think I actually introduced myself."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Putting a hand to her chest, she's still a little shaken, but recovering fast]

Tara...I'm CJ...CJ Cregg.I didn't realize at the church you were our new teacher. I covered you up in the lounge, but you looked so peaceful...did you sleep well? I love sleeping in there.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"That was you?" Tara beams at CJ. "Thank you, that was the sweetest thing..." She ducks her head, a little embarrassed. "It seems like I end up staying up half the night these days. I may not need to find a place to stay - I can just sleep in the teacher's lounge!"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Do you not have a place yet? I'm sure you could get a room in the dorms...

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"No, not yet. I've been staying with Paige Matthews, but I can't do that once classes start - it would be totally inappropriate." She blushes, and says quickly "not that I would ever judge anyone who did. Live with a student. Or whatever."

She coughs. "I heard about the dorms, but Principal Connor terrifies me, and Dean Bristow... let's just not go there. I don't really know who organises those things."