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!event: parents weekend

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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"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."

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."

"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?"

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

"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.

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

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."

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.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to make it by myself..." She is still fluttering her eyelashes and leaning into Adama.

Adama starts looking around for a medic. Frak. Medics were always around on the battlestars. He lowers them both to the ground slowly. "Maybe you just need rest?" Adama hopes that's the reason she's feeling faint.

~~Widow Twanky does not take avantage of the opportunity to try and sit across Adama's lap.~~ "Maybe, I guess it's just the excitement of being in a new place, meeting such interesting new people." Leaning still further into Adama, she adds. "Stay with me Commander Adama, won't you?"

Adama has absolutely no idea what to do. So, he pats her awkwardly on the back. "I can stay until a medica gets here." He tries not to look fearful at the prospect. "Would you like some water?"

"If you could, that would be simply smashing." Widow Twanky looks up at Adama. "You are such a gentleman, Commander Adama."

Adama makes sure she's safely on the ground before retrieving a glass of water. It takes him longer then he'd hoped as most of the glasses are spotted or dirty. He finally finds one to his liking and comes back.

"Here you are." He gives Widow Twanky the glass of water.

After talking to the Tick, Callisto heads down to the reception area. Taking in the scene with Widow Twanky and Commander Adama, she decides there's only one thing she can do.

Run and hide.

Adama catches sight of someone near them. "Excuse me. Are you a medic?"

Frak! Realising it's too late to run, and praying Widow Twanky doesn't recognise her Callisto replies "Um, I'm afraid not, I could go and find one for you though."

"Callisto! How are you!" Marty yells across the room and waves.

Glares at Marty.

"Isn't that your sponsor passed out in Mr. Adama's ~~manly~~ biceps?!" Marty yells across the room.

"This woman has fallen ill suddenly. I have no medical training." Adama moves around, giving Twanky a full view of Callisto. "It might be stress," Adama mumbles to himself.

Oh, Callisto, my darling, how are you? Have you meet Commander Adama yet?"

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