Faculty Meeting (Friday after classes)

[bigdamnprincipal]

After the student council cleared out, Zoe got the council room set up for yet another meeting, hoping all the teachers had gotten her handwavey email. Sure, classes had only been in session for a week, but she figured it was a good idea to check the new teachers for shell shock early. There were warm food and drinks set out (not the leftovers from the student council... at least, not totally) but nothing alcoholic. If people wanted to go that route, they would have to bring their own this time.

"Hello there, come on in and have a seat if you'd like," she said. "I thought it might be good for everyone to have a chance to get together without students around, and be inside where it's warm. I hope everyone's had a good first week. If you haven't, well, now you have a room full of people to vent to." It was the little things that helped make this job better.

[Open to all staff and OCD free!]

Comments

[nuclear_snide]

"Ah, yes." Bob nodded. "Well, you're on your own for that, I'm afraid. Wavelengths are a bit after my time; I've never thought of magic or myself in those terms."

[furnaceface]

//Fortunately,// Jono noted, //it's my powers that rely on that sort of thing. And technically it shouldn't be much more complicated than my speaking to you right now is. Just a little more heavy lifting, is all.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Or I could just pop inside and make it super easy," Bob suggested.

You wanted company in there, didn't you, Jono?

[furnaceface]

As much as Bob was more... hygienic... than the last ghost who had possessed him...

//Don't you even bloody dare.//

He didn't care how dead you were, Bob, Jono would kill you.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob sighed. "Fine, fine. But if you change your mind..."

[furnaceface]

//If for whatever reason I change my mind, you'll be the first one I call,// Jono replied. //In the meantime, you'd probably stand a better chance of getting consent to possess one of the deer out in the preserve.//

... Actually, that would be kind of funny and Jono would pay good money to see that happen.

//Possession and I don't get along very well.//

[nuclear_snide]

Bob grimaced. "Deer are boring." He wondered if the pink pony had anything against possession...

[furnaceface]

//And I still can't drink that coffee for you, so beggars can't really be choosers, can they?//

No sympathy from the devil.

[nuclear_snide]

"Deer can't, either," Bob pointed out. He looked around for a likely candidate. There was Hannibal, of course, but otherwise...

"Hmm. Who's the delicious and suave brunette?" He ogled Irene's legs as discreetly as possible."

[furnaceface]

//... Irene, I think her name is. Not entirely certain. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of speaking to her before.//

A beat.

//Stop salivating.//

Not that Jono was entirely certain Bob could.

[nuclear_snide]

Could start, or could stop?

"What?" Bob pouted at him. "I still have eyes. Well, so to speak. And she still has legs," he said approvingly. Very nice legs!

[furnaceface]

If he could do one, whether he could manage the other, perhaps?

//... Well... so long as you don't get caught at it.//

Honestly, Bob. Honestly.

[nuclear_snide]

"What's she going to do, hit me?" Bob asked, then rolled his eyes. "Fine, if the lady doesn't like it, I'll stop."

[furnaceface]

//One of these days, you'll run into somebody who can. And then I'll laugh at you,// Jono decided. //It's really only a matter of time around here.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Oh, wouldn't that be fabulous?" Bob closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction.

Hey, you missed sneezing, Jono; don't judge the intangible guy!

[furnaceface]

.... Really, Jono was a bit of a masochist. He couldn't judge Bob for that much anyway.

//I... yes, I suppose it would, wouldn't it?//

Hooboy. He was sympathizing again.

[nuclear_snide]

Hey, Bob was a really sympathetic guy!

"You have no idea." Bob sighed. "Well, you might have a little more than some, but eleven hundred years."

[furnaceface]

//So you keep saying,// Jono replied, shaking his head. //Tragic, really.//

It... kind of was. Ish.

//I can't even say it's probably not even as good as you remember it, because we both know that's bollocks.//

[nuclear_snide]

"So we do." Bob grinned at him. He wondered if Hannibal would consider "dying (again) of sexual frustration" an emergency worthy of possession.

Probably not, damn him.