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Investigator's Club, the Library -- NFB

After kicking out everyone who wasn't a library aide, a Librarian, or incipient club member, Parker hung a sign on the outside door:

INVESTIGATOR'S CLUB MEETING
PRIVATE

Then adjourned to the counter, where the brownies, drinks, cookies, and fudge were.

Hopefully, more than just Marty, Zero, Janet and the Souled Wonder were going to show.

[OOC: Now with OCD check-in, explanation, faculty, and Officer threads!]

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Angel nodded at Parker's words.

"Something else to consider about being vigilantes: Sometimes the authorities can't help with things like this. Back home they called death by vampire an accidental stabbing with a barbeque fork. If those of us who know the truth, especially those of us with power and ability to stop it, don't do anything?" Angel shook his head. "I don't even wanna think about it."

Xander stopped a cookie in mid-trip to his mouth, and nodded. "Believe me when I say there's no way to describe the soul-deep pain it causes me to agree with him, but yeah. We used to have a principal who made 'Have a safe, PCP-free day' too -- which tended to translate to 'If you get your throat ripped out, don't come gargling to me about it."

{*Cough* 'who made 'Have a safe, PCP-free day' announcements too' }

"He did throw a good pep rally though," Angel said. "You gotta admit. Hey, did you bring donuts?"

"No, I didn't get the chance to get into to--" Xander stopped, and glared. "Shut up. If I had, you wouldn't get any."

"Well okay," Angel said. He the softly muttered, "Slacker."

Xander's eyes narrowed. "Since when do you even eat?"

Angel looked down at the cookie he'd half consumed. "Since my math final got postponed?"

Xander rolled his eyes. "I meant, Angelus chowed down on whatever, but I can't remember ever seeing you eat anything but red cells."

"That was before I took math."

"Ahhh. True. That would drive anybody to cookies." Xander scowled at himself as soon as the words were out. "That came out much more like I care about your problems than it sounded in my head."

"S'okay," Angel assured him, "I wasn't listening anyway."

Xander opened his mouth to answer that -- and for once in his brief life caught a clue that whatever came out of his mouth next was not going to win the... whatever the hell he was competing for. He snapped his mouth shut again, and settled for a glare.

"Math isn't that bad," said Janet. "What level are you in?"

"Intermediate," Angel said. "It's a little intimidating."

"You need some help with studying?" asked Janet. "Don't be intimidated. They're only numbers."

"Says you."

"I like math," said Janet. "Yes, I'm aware this makes me a freak of nature."

"If you've got study tips I'd love to hear them," Angel said. "So far the best I've been able to do is figure out how few questions I'd have to get wrong in order to fail."

"Sure. I can drop by later and take a look at your notes, maybe give you some hints." She grinned. "How many questions do you have to get wrong?"

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Re: Parker explains why you were invited, if you didn't know.

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"Yes, it is," Elizabeth said, reaching to grab a brownie. She smiled sweetly.

"Math wimp," said Janet, sticking her tongue out at Liz.

"Am not. I just have sense. And sanity," Elizabeth replied, sticking her tongue back out at Janet.

"Please," said Janet. "I know you."

"Okay, fine. I have taste."

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