Faculty Meeting (Friday after classes)

[bigdamnprincipal]

With the semester in full swing, Zoe thought there might be a need for the teachers and administration to talk to each other. Or maybe it was just Friday and Fridays deserved to be celebrated. Either way, a handwavy message had gone out to the staff to meet in the student council room for an informal faculty meeting. Zoe had set up coffee, cold drinks, donuts, and pastries; there was nothing alcoholic yet, but it was still early in the semester.

"Good afternoon," she said once it looked like everyone was there. "I wanted to give everyone a chance to get together now that we're past the introduction phase with the students. Feel free to take some food and talk to each other about whatever you need to." Whether they talked about students or things that actually interested them was up to them.

[Hey, look what RTM reminded me to do this week! Open to all staff and OCD free.]

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[talentforlying]

Yeah yeah, Constantine had unearthed himself from the library long enough to drag his butt to the faculty meeting.

"This where I ask for a line in my budget for sacrifices to Special Collections?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette. "Pretty sure at least one of the new aides is gonna get eaten by the end of the year if I don't take preventative measures."

[sith_happened]

"Is one of the aides more annoying than the other? It might make the decision easier."

Helpful, Anakin.

[talentforlying]

"Not yet." Yes, he'd said yet. Deal with it, kids. "But they're all bloody fresh meat. Not one of 'em has had to deal with the library before, so something's bound to try and eat one of them before the rest wise up."

[sith_happened]

"That's what happened to one of the teachers my first year," Anakin said, nodding. "No one like him much anyway."

[never-dull.livejournal.com]

"Sacrifices?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow at him. "What did you have in mind?"

And yeah, despite that polite WTF tone in his voice, Hannibal had some suggestions...

He held out the pastry box to John. He didn't particularly look like the pastry type, but if it would keep him from lighting up for a few minutes...