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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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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.

"I remember," she says with a cat-in-cream smile.

"Yeah, but I can see you forgetting...Parkie." John snickers. "Does Mr. Levert know about that adventure?"

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*Sydney just watches the by-play with an amused look*

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

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

"Astronaut. I go into space. Missions to the moon and the like. Psychiatry, huh? Bet you hear a lot of jokes about that profession."

"An astronaut! How impressive. Quite a lot for John to live up to there, I'd imagine."

*laughs*" And yes, I assure you, I've heard every one of the jokes."

Jack laughs. "Yes, John says similar things to me about living up to me. I constantly tell him that my name will be dust once he gets going. For some reason, he just doesn't believe me."