Staff Meeting [Friday Afternoon]

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe had met with the teenagers, now it was time to meet with the grownups after handwavily messaging them all about the meeting. There were more sweets among the sandwiches and salad for the staff - donuts, cookies, etc. - but no alcohol among the drinks unless someone brought their own. With this group, she pretty much expected it.

"Hello folks, thank you all for coming. I know some of you are very busy," she said. "I wanted everyone to have a chance to get together in case any problems have come up in your classes, or with any of your students. Also, we're going to be getting ready for the summer sessions soon, so be thinking about what you might want to teach and who you might want to teach it with. That's all I've got in the way of speechifying, so if you need anything, just flag me down."

[Going OCD-free today!]

Comments

[vdistinctive]

"You seriously bought something," Eliot marveled, a hint of an actual smile on his face. "You."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

That tiny bit of a smile was more than Parker had gotten out of him in three weeks. It was kind of awesome. Except for the part where she still thought he was a robot, maybe.

"Well. I wouldn't get caught lifting anything here, but." She shrugged one shoulder. "It was just a little shop. And it's not like it was a mark. Mr. Gaunt probably can't afford it." And he'd thought the monkey was kind of weird too, she could tell.

[vdistinctive]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand Eliot nearly dropped the monkey again.

"Ah. You went there." He turned the monkey over in his hands again. "How much did he charge you, again?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"A microbrew," Parker repeated, eyebrows drawing together at his reaction. "Why? Have you been in there? It's mostly just junk."

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, I uh. Took a look right after it opened. He's got a weird pricing structure."

Interpol intel for a bone necklace, and a microbrew for an ugly monkey statue. Weird was one word for it.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Maybe he's a fence." All the bartering would kind of give him some deniability if asked, wouldn't it? "Or maybe he's just weird. Island weird. Did you get anything?"

[vdistinctive]

Dammit, she would have to ask him that flat out, wouldn't she.

"Nah," he said. "Considered getting something for Nate or Sophie, but nothing caught my eye."