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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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"He lost a bet. He bet I couldn't quit smoking or drinking for a week-- to help me out, I do better when people bet me things," Parker added hastily. "And I managed it, so..." She cocks her head. "Do you think he'd look good in tights?"

"Smoking and drinking?" Jack blanks his face, trying not to show concern that there is smoking and drinking in a high school. "Well, I'm glad to hear you stopped, at least for a while. As for tights..." Jack looks over at his son. "I think it would depend on the color," he answers good naturedly.

Parker looks regretful. "Actually, it appears I'm quitting for good. Health stuff. One good scare was enough for me." Then her smile widens. "I'm thinking... Blue tights. With a cape. and maybe boots."

Jack pats Parker's hand. "Quitting will only increase your lifespan. I'm glad to hear it." Jack's smile mirrors Parker's. "A superhero of some kind?"

"Exactly. We have one on-staff, I was thinking of asking him for tips. Or possibly, letting the Fashion class have at him, and dress him as they see fit." She grins. "I haven't picked out my own costume yet, but I *will* have fun with this."

Jack laughs warmly. "Well, remind me to never make a bet with you, dear. Though, this is one bet I'm glad John lost. Your health is more important then a humiliating costume."

"Can't argue there." Parker gives a girlish shrug, and shoots John an amused look, then sees Sydney is moving away from Broots' parents. "Oh, allow me to introduce my godfather, Sydney LaVert. Sydney, this is John's dad, Jack Crichton."

*extends his hand* "Mr. Crichton, a pleasure."

Jack takes Sydney's hand and shakes it firmly. "Mr. Levert, the pleasure is mine. You're goddaughter is one of the most intelligent, well spoken young ladies I've had the pleasure of meeting."

Parker doesn't blush. But she would, if she were capable of it.

*Sydney is beaming with parental pride* "Why thank you, Mr. Crichton. I quite agree." *looks around* "And I believe I heard your son mentioned...?"

At the sound of the word 'son', John steps forward. "John Crichton, sir." John offers his hand to Sydney. "It's nice to meet you."

"John's the one that bet I couldn't quit smoking," Parker says in a low voice to Sydney, then beams cheerily at John.

*Sydney shakes his hand* "Well, then I must say I'm very grateful to you, John. Ms. Parker is not always as careful with her health as I would like. It's good to know that she has such good friends to look out for her."

*Sam continues to loom unhappily in the background*

John takes the praise as best he can. "Thank you, sir. I'll gladly wear a humiliating costume if it means no more stories about Parker's ulcer."

Parker restrains herself from sticking out her tongue, and turns up the sweet in her voice. "Would I do that to you?"

John almost brings up the whole switching thing with him and Cam but decides not to. "Out of love, you would," John says with a sweet smile.

"Got that right." Parker smiles and turns back to Jack Crichton. "Trust me, John will *thank* me by the end of Halloween night."

"Will he?" Jack eyes both John and Parker. "How so?"

'Cause with what I've got in mind, he's sure to get lucky with Aeryn that night. "He'll win the costume contest. Of course. Parkers always win, and if I'm dressing John, he'll definitely take the prize."

John shifts uncomfortably. "Remember, no...showing stuff," John says in deference to the adults.

"What do you do, Mr. Levert?" Jack asks cordially.

"I'm a psychiatrist. I research mostly. And you?"

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