Parent Check-in

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Widow Twank sees the distingushed older gentleman standing by the foodtable. "Why, hello there."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama looks at the sound of the voice. Not his son. Not Kara either. Disappointing. "Good evening," he says gruffly. Trying to be more polite, he offers, "How are you this evening?"

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Widow Twanky discreetly starts checking out the gentleman, he looked like he had a military bearing. "Simply delightful, and yourself?"

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

"Feeling like I've been stood up by my son." Adama takes a refreshment and eats it without thinking. "Who're you waiting for?" Wouldn't kill him to make conversation.

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"A delightful young lass by the name of Callisto, I'm her sponsor from the Thracian Women's Guild's War Orphan Resettlement and Education Program. And how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself." Widow Twanky holds out her hand for the handsome man to take. "Widow Twanky, known in all corners of the Dead Sea as Jumping Julie."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama has no idea what she just said but he smiles and takes her hand, shaking it firmly. "Commander William Adama, here for Lee Adama. You have multiple names? That is something I've not heard of."

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"My what a firm, manly grip you have." Widow Twanky is not disappointed that he shook her hand instead of kissing it. "Well after the whole incident with the Cretan Portmaster...nevermind. So, Commander Adama, what exactly is it that you command?"

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

"Well, thank you," Adama says honestly if a little surprised. "I command a battlestar. It's a ship, part of the Colonial Fleet."

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"The Colonial Fleet? I knew it, you have the look of the sailor about you. The combination of a commanding military air, mixed with the rakish charm of one who risks his life on the open seas. Oh, my, I think I feel a little light headed...Hold me!" Widow Twanky clasps her hand to her head and swoons.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama, reacting out of instinct, catches the falling woman. "Are you ill?"

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Eyelids fluttering, Widow Twanky snuggles into rests in Adama's arms. "Oh, dear me. I don't know what happened, the world just went all swirly. My, my, your arms are quite muscular."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama eyes the food as the source of Widow Twanky's fall. "Should you be taken to the clinic?" He makes sure he has a good hold on her in case she needs to be carried to the clinic.

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[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((fandom_quoted!))

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

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[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

Walking into the reception, Kara spots Commander Adama and walks over.

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama's face instantly lights up when he spots Kara. "Kara," he says, his voice warm and rich. "It's good to see you."

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"It's good to see you, too, sir," Kara responds, smiling. "How was your trip?"

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

"Very good." Adama pats Kara's arm. "You looks well. How have things been? Lee's decided that writing me is of no use to him."

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

Kara glows under the fatherly affection. "Things are good, sir. I got a letter from the CPL. They're going to send a scout down."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

"Kara," he says and smiles. "You always did excel at that sport. The Colonial Fleet will miss you if your career in the game works out."

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, sir," Kara responds, beaming under the praise. "Unfortunately, I can't be both a hotshot pilot and a superstar pyramid player."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama nods but doesn't stop smiling. "Well, we'll always have a spot for you if the career doesn't work out." He leans closer to her and lowers his voice. "I get tickets to the first game, don't I?"

Re: Refreshments/Mingling

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't let you miss it, sir!" Kara ducks her head for a moment then looks back up. "Have you talked to Lee since you got here?"

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_original_emo/]

Adama scowls at the mention of his absent son. "I've talked to his voicemail several times. Is he ill? Or is he doing something he shouldn't be doing?"