Study Hall - Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.

No, really.

And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.

Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

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[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack can't help it, halfway across the room he laughs so hard he almost falls out of his chair.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Just when you think High School isn't humiliating enough...."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I know, isn't it great?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shakes her head, just glad it's not her. THen she grins. "Oh, Raindrop says 'hi.' Also? The MegaAir thing? Heh. May get a workout this evening, depending on what kind of mood I'm in. But what is *up* with the presents? They can't all be because I'm trying to quit smoking."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"You be sure to tell Raindrop that Uncle Jack says 'hi' right back. Well, the first package was the not-smoking thing and then I realized something.

I have Jack Sr.'s limitless credit card and a strong dislike for the man. Lots of people got ranom pressents last night and lots more will soon."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortles helplessly. "Ohhhh. And when he catches up with you? What then?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Not sure. I know Murray'll have my back though."

The gleam in Jack's eyes takes a turn for the evil.

"Hey Parker, you're good at sepnding money right? Wanna help?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"O'Neill, I consider spending money to be one of my best things. If you've got the dime, I've got the time." She takes a sip of her half-caff latte. "Although I would've thought Anya would be glad to help with that?" she asks archly.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Well I certainly have the dime that's for sure." Jack reaches into his pocket and takes out a piece of tin-foil holding what looks like cinfetti stuck in glue. He procedes to eat it. "I accidently stood Anya up on Friday and now she wants a diamond ring. Not gonna happen."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What. On Earth. Is that?" Parker asks, fascinated and repulsed. "And how can you *accidentally* stand someone up? Car trouble? Alien abduction? Locker 327 ate you?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"It's chocolate. It's got cookies in it. And I didn't mean to do it, Murray was bored and needed to go to Mardi Gras. If she asks though I was in the clinic."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Of course you were." Parker rolls her eyes, then looks thoughtful. "Wait. Mardi Gras's not until February."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Slipstream."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Suuuure it was." Parker rolls her eyes. "I'd be asking you for diamonds too. But I assume you're not buying them for Anya because she'll read something into it? She's amusing, but I don't think subtle even makes it onto her mental map."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"See it's not that I have a problem buying diamonds, it's that she wanted a diamond ring. That's a bug no."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And again I say, lacking in subtle."

Parker grins and leans forward. "Let me tell you some of my ideas...."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"And coming from you that says something."

Jack leans forward to meet her halfway. "Do tell..."