Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 14th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Wednesday's study hall, kids. You'll be happy to know that the gremlin infestation in the study hall has moved on, but unhappy to find out that they've moved onto the cafeteria.

Today's lunch special is chicken. At least, that's what the cafeteria staff told me it was.

A few announcements:

-- An open house for parents is tentatively scheduled for the last weekend in October. All parents, guardians, legal representation, police escorts, and responsible deities may attend, under another RP journal or your own.

-- A suggestion box has been placed outside my office. To the person who already left the note with a question about having as our school mascot a game cock ... no, I don't think Lee has the time for that. Please quit teasing him before I find a fabulous gay teenage-boy orgy in the utility closet a crying Adama in my office. (OOC: For the record, I was kind of thinking the suggestion box could be there for any high-school type stuff we could do. :))

Comments

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Ooo. Touchy. Someone not get their early morning blood?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Angelus asked. "You offering to pop a vein?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles a friendly smile.

"Not today."

He pours out the contents of one of the thermal mugs. It's neither blood nor coffee.

Four tapes fall from the mug onto Angelus's table.

They are labeled Draco (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notsouledyet/1313.html?thread=10273#t10273), Faith (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notsouledyet/2061.html?thread=15629#t15629), Cole & Lindsay (http://www.livejournal.com/users/demonbelthazor/1827.html).

He pulls out a small tape player and headphones and hands them to Angelus. He holds his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

"Now I offer these strictly as a professional courtesy. I assure this is just a standard screening I do for all my potential 'clients'. Actually... this is more of an insurance policy."

"If anything should happen to me or the people I care about? If I don't report back to my 'friends' at a specified time period with the proper code? Well let's just say copies of these tapes will find their way to madeyemom, qtraverswatcher and of course principalconnor."

"My only interest in your little club... is strictly as a potential source of income."

"And to show you there's now hard feelings..."

Marty hands over a tape that is labelled CSI (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/36894.html?thread=666654#t666654) and another tape that is labelled Faith XXX (http://www.livejournal.com/users/_gottahavefaith/1822.html?thread=3870#t3870)

Marty points at the Faith XXX tape.

"I kept a copy for myself because..."

*smiles*

"Well? Wouldn't you? I'd also supply a tape of your roommate's business but so far it just appears to be him in the room alone breathing heavy and talking about someone name 'Cord'."

Marty sits the other mug on the table.

"B Positive today. Sorry."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Well, well, well," Angelus sat forward. He scooped the tapes towards himself like a man raking in his poker chips. "Aren't you all kinds of industrial? Not trusting me, spying on me, threatening to stab me in the back - you sure you're not a vampire?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles.

"Me? Vampire? Nah. I just wear a lot of black. It's very slimming."

Marty leans in closer.

"Seriously. This is not a threat. I'm just looking out for my own self-interest. You're not the only guy I'm keeping tabs on. Just the most interesting."

"In fact... I'm sure you'd probably be interested in information I might dig up on those... what are they called? 'Scoobie Snacks'?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Marty, if you want me to promise not to kill you all you have to do is not bore me," Angelus told him. He leaned in as well. "But you know me so well, you tell me what I'm interested in."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"That's quite a list... Let's see..."

Marty starts ticking off a list of things on his fingers...

"Torturing Teddy Bears.
Banging/Torturing any slayer on campus.
Killing your roommate.
Messing with the heads of the people in 217.
Watching small puppies die.
World/school domination..."

Marty shrugs.

"Well, the list goes on forever and I don't want to *bore* you."

I'm just interested in one thing: Getting paid. And no interferance on any contracts that I may get. And no interferance in my social life."

Marty laughs.

"Okay... That was three things."

"And to return the favor: Any member or potential member of the JA club is off limits for me contract-wise."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm noticing this - whaddyacallit - " Angelus made a swirling motion by his ear, as though wafting some words towards him from the air " - leitmotif. Gosh, Marty, is payment something that's important for you?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. Do vampires even have money? Right now I'd just be happy with a gentleman's agreement outlined before."

"And if I happen to come across some information..."

[OOC: Can I just tell you how *good* you are with Angelus?]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm not without some means," Angelus shrugged. "Assuming that's what you want. But I am nothing if not a gentleman, Marty." Angelus put his hand over his heart, as though taking a pledge. "On my honor as a bloodthirsty murderer. Promise."

[OOC: Thanks! I love your Marty! I squee whenever you do posts with him and his phone calls.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles.

"I'm glad we can come to an understanding. You know from one professional killer to a... leave-the-entrails-hanging-on-the-next-of-kin's-doorknob kind of killer."

[OOC: So on parents weekend, are we going to see Darla and/or the Master come for a visit?]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Wanna spit on our hands and shake?" Angelus asked, "or are you squicked by the body fluids?"

[OOC: BWA!!! You know, I never even thought of that. If somebody else plays them, I'm game.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Body fluids don't bother me, but I'll take a pass. I'll just take the pledge you made over your undying heart."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Consider it pledged," Angelus leaned back in his chair, pushing it off the ground so that he was tilted back on two legs. "Say, you like having all the info in this town. What can you tell me about Grissom?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Asshole told me not to bring my gun to class. Can you believe that?"

[OOC: Uh... hold on. I just got arrested by the Law and Order Guys on a separate thread.]

Marty gets dragged away in cuffs by det_mlogan, in a stupor Mary looks at Angelus.

"You know any good lawyers?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'll call one for you," Angelus said. "See what he can do."