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Parent Check-in

Rover, Martin Blank and Alanna Trebond sit at the registration table with information packets

Included in the packets are:
Your child's/ward's/whatever relationship you have with this person's Class Schedule
A Map of the School and Town
A Schedule of Events for Parents Weekend
The rules and regulations of Parents Weekend
A Coupon Book

At the desk is a sign saying:
Please sign in here for Parents Weekend

And depending who is looking at the sign it will magically say:
To ensure everyone's safety, please surrender any Firearms/Weaponry/Magical doodads that will cause harm to our students.

Your property will be returned to you before you leave.

Thank you!

ETA: Parents/Guardians are now required to check in on their own.
((OOC: In other words... If your parents are somewhat "normal" and unarmed they will not see the message. Unless they are packing some kind of weapon, and then they will be see it. Got it?))

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"Parker! Good to see you up and moving again. How's the baby?"

Parker glares at him for this, and rolls her eyes. "Just fine. How's the collar bone? Still achey?" She tilts her head in curiosity as she sees Hammond. "Is this your Uncle George?"

Offering a polite smile, he extends the hand that doesn't have a punch glass in it. "George Hammond."

She shakes his hand firmly, without a trace of smirk or irony. "Parker. An honor to meet you, sir." She cocks her head. "Would you, by chance, have worked at ... Cheyenne Mountain, at some point in the past?"

"I have business there," Hammond answers stiffly. He offers a stern expression to the young woman. "And I suggest the questions end there."

She nods calmly. "Understood, sir. I'm glad you could be here with them this weekend." The smile she offers is genuine. "They've been good friends to me."

He backs down a bit. "They're good people... even in small packages."

Parker's answering smile is amused. "Jack was defending me in the infirmary just a couple days ago. And I owe Janet for her quick thinking on Sunday, when I got sick. I'd say they're already more than big enough for Fandom High."

Feels a pride not unlike the parental variety, though concern over Janet's cover story causes a frown to flicker briefly across his features. He recovers with a neutral smile over the rim of his punch.

Janet shrugs almost apologetically. "Dr. Wilson was there to do all the hard work," she says.

*Makes mental note to query Parker about her health. In detail. Later.*

Parker checks to see if Sydney's listening, and winces.

Sam continues to be stoic, silent, and nearly invisible.

"Yeah, Parker, Uncle George, Uncle George, Parker."

Parker rolls her eyes at this.

Sam glares at Jack.

*Sydney can't disguise a sudden choking noise*

Parker shoots him a look, frowns, then rolls her eyes. "Jack's warped. Did I mention that before?"

"Uh, no. I don't believe you did, Parker."

"Jack's warped. He named my ulcer Raindrop."

Sam snorts. "You're lucky he didn't have a christening."

"If I count all the gifts to quit smoking, he almost did."

Sam grins. "Thanks for your help yesterday. I was psychotic, but I'm better now."

Parker grins back. "Any time. How did it go, by the way? Jack doesn't look injured."

"No one died. I think that's progress." She's not comfortable giving out full details about her date with Jack in the same room as her ex-commanding officer.

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mparkerceo.livejournal.com - 2005-10-29 03:22 (UTC) - Expand

"Indeed?" *Sydney was pretty unflappable, but Fandom High was already turning out quite a bit stranger than he'd anticipated*

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