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Bel finally came out of hiding to do some studying away from rambunctious kittens. Due to the mysterious disappearances of almost all his teachers (which he had nothing to do with, of course), he only had one final remaining: Celtic Studies. Even though he had an in with the TA, he decided to spend the day studying anyway.

[ooc: Here for all your TA lounge or demon-harassing needs. I have 2-1/2 hours of work left and I'm bored out of my mind.]
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Up early that morning and unable to fall back asleep, Bel wandered down to the Assistants' Lounge and opened it up for the day.
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After Sociology of Violence, Veronica headed to the TA Lounge instead of going back to her room. She may have been trying to avoid thinking about what happened in Neptune over the weekend.

She started a pot of coffee and flopped down on the couch to finish reading the copy of Cosmo she had picked up at the airport yesterday.
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Callisto stumbled into the lounge before classes started, carrying a thick stack of books and a notepad under one arm.

She had most of today free, she was going to use it to plot even more revenge against Skeeter productively.
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The roof was too bright and visible during the day, and the attic reminded Bel too much of Phoebe, so he retreated to the lounge to spend the day brooding. And quite possibly, plot the ways he was going to make Logan Echolls suffer.
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Usually after returning from Sean's oh-my-god-it's-when-in-the-morning? walk, there was nothing Angel liked better than crawling right back into bed. Sean, being a bit of a snuggle hound, usually agreed with him.

This morning was different, however. When they returned Sean began tugging at the leash. Too tired to argue and assuming Sean was trying to find a toy he'd left behind, Angel who in no way spoiled his child let the dog lead him to the assistants lounge.

"Whatever it is, find it quick," Angel told Sean. He got his key out and unlocked the door. "All I want right now is to get out of these clothes, get under the covers and - "

Angel stopped as the light from the hallway fell onto a figure sleeping on the couch.

" - Logan?"
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Done with ACJ and not feeling up to heading back to the room before Campaigning, Angel headed into the lounge to lay on the couch and close his eyes for a few minutes.

[ooc: there will be OCD threads, just a sec Threads are up!]
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With only one class to worry about, Angel had plenty of time to hang out and do nothing pay close attention to his studies.

Currently he was curled up on the couch and reading a large, old, dusty book.

For fun.


Sean, possessed of a better sense of fun than his dad, was chasing a ball around on the floor.

There was fresh coffee brewing.

[Lounge is for TAs, library/clinic helpers, yadda, yadda, yadda...]
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With free time before Self-Defense, Angel went down to the Assistants' Lounge and made himself comfortable.

Sean was there. He nosed around all the new things, his attention occasionally drawn to a certain cabinet.

Angel was busy drawing. Depending on when someone looked over his shoulder they might notice rough drafts of campaign posters, sketches of a certain blonde he'd gone out with on Sunday, or pictures that were really not appropriate for children to be looking at this last catagory might or might not have overlapped with the pictures of the blonde.

There was a pot of fresh coffee brewing.

[ooc: Shamelessly stealing from Angela's reminder yesterday - The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]
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Angel was up early.

That was so wrong on so many levels.

But he'd promised Krycek to help finish cleaning the Assistants Lounge, and sadly doing that was more fun than contemplating dealing with Parker's forced death march to Student Council.

Angel stood in the doorway to the lounge and pondered what he wanted to attack first.

Sean nosed around. It was possible that he sniffed around the door of one cabinet in particular more often than he did the others, but Sean was a puppy and puppies did weird things sometimes.

[ooc: open to anybody]
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Angel was working on cleaning the absolutely filthy assistants lounge. This was arguably due to the fact that as a vampire with a soul he was a nice guy who enjoyed doing good deeds for others.

Or possibly he had some extra energy that he needed to work off.

Said energy had absolutely nothing to do with someone whose name began with C and ended in allisto. For the record. Ahem.

As Angel didn't think he'd be using any fire this time he had Sean with him. Sean busied himself by playing with a squeaky ball.

The ball rolled off into a corner by the cabinets, and Sean chased after it.

It was entirely possible for either the vampire or the puppy to be interrupted.
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Being a vampire and having an energetic puppy meant that you did a lot of walking indoors in order to make sure the puppy got its exercise.

Fortunately the school was more than big to satisfy, and that was even without including the basement since Angel had a gut instinct that Sean and Sunshine wouldn't get along (assuming Sunshine was still down there, and Angel wasn't going to be the one to check.)

This morning found Angel and a still Santa-hatted Sean wandering around the admin areas. Not really awake yet, Angel let Sean lead. The puppy snuffled his way through one hallway and another until he finally came up to a door that was in what appeared to be a much neglected corridor.

Normally Angel wouldn't have cared, but something on the door caught his eye.

"'Assistants Lounge'?" he read aloud. He frowned. "I didn't know we had an assistants' lounge."

He tested the door. The knob felt rusted, but it opened when he applied a little pressure or possibly it was locked and he just had vamp strength to open it, la la la.

The room was dark, but Angel could make out a table, some chairs, and a faded couch. He could also make out a very strong sent of mold, mildew, and dust.

Sean, for his part, thought this was fascinating. He darted into the room, leapt onto the couch, and immediately set off a dust cloud strong enough that it billowed out into the hall. Sean barked, pleased with his accomplishment.

"Oh yeah," Angel said. "That can't be good."

He decided to investigate.

[ooc: C'mon in! Let's re-open this baby and get it ready for the new year!]



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