http://jerusalem-s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-09-10 09:00 pm

Breakfast in the Spider's Parlour

Continued from this entry for legibility reasons.

Phoebe, Pyro and Krycek have breakfast with their employer.

[identity profile] make-it-ashes.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Beats geometry and pep rallies," Pyro said, and grinned before turning back to Spider. "So, what's the gameplan for tomorrow morning?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-09-11 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Sir," Phoebe asked with a grin as she came back to the table. "Is some of that stuff for bribes?"

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Anything we should bring of our own, sir?" Krycek eyed the cat again and shifted in his seat, feeling a little like the weird of this school would only increase as he went along.

[identity profile] make-it-ashes.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The cigarette that Spider took out got another quick glance from Pyro; it took a second or two for him to focus back on the main conversation. "... and what kind of distraction did you have in mind, anyway?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-09-11 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe pulls a pack out of her jacket and tosses it to Pyro.

"Mostly to upset Grams."

She then looks to Spider to hear the answer.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Goes without saying," Krycek said, watching the arc of the pack through the air. "Were you going to answer my question, sir?"

[identity profile] make-it-ashes.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
And Pyro caught the pack easily, grinning at Phoebe. "Hey, thanks!"

... not that he smoked, because living in headquarters with Sabretooth had pretty much made it impossible to do anything without being snarled at angrily, and the Prof had been obsessed with preventing lung carciloma or carcinoma or whatever the hell that stuff was called, but still. It was the principle, and he'd just been given stuff that burned really, really, really well. Cigarette smoke didn't have the same bouquet to it that wood smoke did, but it was still pretty good, with just a hint of paper smoke to it.

"Anything we want?" And hell, that just opened up a huge realm of possibilities.
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2005-09-11 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe was grinning and her eyes were a little darker, which anyone who knew her would know well enough that it wasn't a good grin as it was before. That type of grin meant trouble.

She echoed Pyro's sentiments.

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2005-09-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a plan." Grinning as well, Krycek sat up slightly, actually looking forward to this.

From Spider's warning, Phoebe's slight change in expression, and Pyro's unadulterated glee, Krycek thought that any hazard pay would be well earned, but most certainly entertaining.