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!]

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[saddeserthermit]

As with many things, it was curiosity that led Obi-Wan here, and a desire to know who else taught at this school that had so readily accepted Anakin as an ethics professor.

"My first week has been..." Emotionally taxing. "Fine, thank you. I take it you're the principal of this school?"

That was to Zoe, yes; after that conversation, he sat down with a civilized cup of tea and considered the other teachers.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

A gathering of other teachers! Another first for Hatter and one that amused him greatly. He snagged himself a drink and took a seat in an open chair, sighing and stretching out his legs.

This place was so quaint and cute. Such a change from Wonderland's greediness and chaotic pace. Hatter found that he liked it somewhat.

[furnaceface]

Jono was here, ignoring the food and drinks, and looking... more or less not too disgruntled. Which was an improvement on his usual, so he was going to roll with it.

He needed to talk to... somebody... about a student who wasn't going to be coming back, and probably somebody else about the one who seemed to have a hate-on for anyone with powers, but overall, he was pretty mellow.

He was occasionally making sad eyes at the coffee, though.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was so very fond of the idea of socialising, really she was, but warm food she didn't have to buy or fail at cooking herself was an acceptable trade off.

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

Jones did not partake of any of the food or drink. Instead she stood against the wall and observed the interactions between various teachers and taking mental notes.

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Sooooooo, how'd it go?" Irene asked, neatly folding herself into the chair beside him.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"How did what go?" Hatter asked innocently. "You might have to clarify, dear."

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

Irene had a cup of strong black coffee, thank you, and had found herself a chair to curl up in. There was a chip in the polish on her right ring finger's nail, and she was doing her very best not to look at it for the whole meeting, but the desire to leave her gloves on until she could get to a manicurist had been almost overwhelming.

She always looked good, of course, but given her class content this time around, the need to look perfect was a little stronger than usual.

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Your class, you ninny," she said, reaching out to shove his chair lightly. "You don't look overly traumatized, but I've been wrong before."

Not often, but still.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"I refuse to let myself be traumatized," Hatter told her, wiping some imaginary dirt off his jacket. "It won't happen. But, my class went absolutely fine. It's small which means I'll probably only forget one of their names instead of all of them. We'll make do just fine."

[nookiepowered]

Bo wasn't a teacher, but she figured she counted as faculty enough to snag a chair, a snack, and a chance to scope out the new crop of fellow staff someplace that wasn't outside. (She'd kept an eye on the welcome picnic, sure, but from the cosy warmth of the security office like a sane person, thank you.)

And possibly share the contents of her thermos, which was only mostly hot chocolate, with them. If they were hot nice.

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"You could always give them different names each week," Irene suggested. "Don't bother to learn anyone's name. Just call 'em all Sparky one week, Clyde the next, something like that."

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"That isn't a terrible idea," he said, tapping his chin. "I might have to nick that idea. I've only been able to have fun in this place once before -- "

And he hadn't even been there, just written something.

" -- so I figure I get my fill now."

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Wait, when were you up here before?" Irene asked, pouting at him. "If you guest-lectured for someone else, I'm going to be very put out. I was going to have you in to talk about hats this term but now I'm not so sure I shall."

Nothing like jumping to conclusions.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

Hatter tilted his head, looking amused. But, he tended to look amused a lot.

"No, I haven't done any guest lecturing," he assured her, shaking his head. "You really don't know, do you? Hilarious. I thought you would have figured it out, clever girl that you are."

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"...what did you hide in my office?"

No, she hadn't figured it out. But now she was eyeing him suspiciously and vaguely worried that there was something explosive or messy hidden in her office that she simply hadn't come across yet.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"I don't even know which office is yours," Hatter told her, shaking his head. "You're falling down on the job, Irene. Too bad. I suppose you'll never know."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot grabbed a cup of coffee and found himself a corner of the room where he could lean all casual-like and still be able to see who and where everyone else was.

Especially hopefully Parker. She'd made it almost a whole week on the island without stabbing or tasing anyone yet. Either she was having a good time, or someone was about to get hurt.

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Give me a hint," she tried, frowning sternly at him. "I'd like to give you credit, at least, for whatever you did. I've probably been blaming a student all this time. You're not the one who stole all the dental dams, are you?"

She hadn't tried all that hard to track them down, no. Dental dams were still sort of creepy.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie Pie bounced into the room excitedly, then kept bouncing around, waving "hi" to everypony she made eye contact with (and possibly an inanimate object or two) and "ooo"ing at the refreshment table.

Someone should probably make sure she didn't get her hooves on any coffee.

[locointhecoco]

That serious face was like a beacon to Pinkie. She sproinged cheerfully over, letting out little squeaky toy noises whenever she bounced. "Hiya!" she greeted. "You're new!" She finally landed firmly in front of Jones and offered her a hoof. "I'm Pinkie Pie, it's superduperneato to make your acquaintance!"

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"Dental dams?" He made a face at her. "You've already been given a hint in that it does have to do with you. That's a rather large hint if I do say so myself."

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

Irene went quiet for a moment, thinking back. Either it was something she hadn't discovered, or it had happened earlier in the fall, and she'd just assumed it was teenagers being teenagers, or the island being the island. This week had been quiet, but the last term hadn't.

Presumably he hadn't had a role in The Great Pornography Debate of 2014 (as she had mentally termed it), nor had he had any responsibility for the water that was dumped over her head.

She looked over sharply, suddenly. "Did you put something in my question box?" That didn't narrow it down much, all things considered, because that question box had been about forty percent actual questions, and sixty percent insanity.

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

"You had a question box?" he asked, feigning innocence this time. And he couldn't quite keep a smirk from crossing his face briefly either.

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Yes, for a frightening number of years now," she said. She'd been trying to look Obi-Wan over without staring at him, wondering about this man who was such a big part of Anakin's history. "The first week is generally the hardest, as you discover who has really signed up for your class. But, I believe you're working with an experienced teacher, so you have quite an advantage."