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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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"Those'll be in the shop. I'll try and find Mac while I'm out there--not that I can't get in, but if I get in without his permission, I could be killed by the holographic equipment."

She wiped her hands off again and began walking down the hallway, muttering, "Stupid alien technology."

"Well, they haven't cleaned here, anyway," he said with another look around the room. "I have a feeling Spider's pet name for us is going to be really appropriate by the end of this. He used to call us his 'filthy assistants'," Krycek explained with a vague shrug.

"I'd say that's ~~OMG~~dirty but, well," Angel swiped a finger across the counter, leaving a trail where he touched. He went ahead and scribbled the obligatory "Wash me" note.

Callisto was bored. This was never a good thing. She wandering the school looking for something to do when she stumbled into the dust cloud in the hallway.

"The frell?"

"Yeah," Angel said, "that was my reaction too. Only not word for word."

"Assistant's lounge?" Callisto facepalmed. "Of course we have a lounge. They just didn't bother to tell us when it could have done us some good."

"Seriously," Angel said. "Hell, where was this last night when I needed it?"

"The entire term, I had to put up with that jackass and they were withholding the per-" Callisto stopped mid-rant. "What were doing last night that required a lounge?"

"Stay up late going over Tara's crappy paperwork for Ethics," Angel said. "Which, okay: vampire. Not a real hardship on the late bedtime I suppose. But if I'd known we had a lounge I could've come here and not worried about bothering John."

"Ethics," Callisto made a dismissive hand gesture. "There's something seriously wrong with an ethics class were someone like me scores higher than someone like Rory."

Callisto poked warily at a dusty wall. "So how long do you think this place has been here?"

"Assuming we didn't cross over into another dimension," Angel said, "probably as long as the school. More immediately there's the stuff in the sink that I wouldn't touch without industrial gloves. That might indicate at least a couple of months since the door was opened."

"Is it even a good idea to ask why it's been closed up that long?" Callisto walked in the vague direction of the sink. "And what is that smell?"

"Not a dead body," Angel said. "After that ask somebody from the Science department if you want more details. My nose can only do so much."

"I'm starting to think a corspe might have been a good thing," Callisto pinched her nose closed. "At least then we'd know what it was."

"You're not wrong," Angel said. He folded his arms. "So I'm thinking flamethrower."

"Flamethrower sounds good," Callisto might have started grinning. "I think Cally has one. At least she did during Zombie Weekend."

Angel noticed the grin and might have done a little grin himself. His might not have had to do with the concept of fire directly though. "Plus hey: book of matches, can of hair spray, 'accidentally' mix them together..."

"Or a lighter," Callisto started seaching through her pockets." Which, by happy chance, I happen to have a couple on me."

"Aren't you clever?" Yep. Definitely grinning. Definitely had nothing to do with fire. "Sadly I left my hairspray in my other life where I actually use that. Nothing on me that's got aerosal."

"Darn, there goes that plan," Callisto suddenly became very interested in the cabinets under the sink. This interest had absolutely nothing to do with noticing Angel's grin. "Well, maybe there's hairspray, or something, in here. Never know."

"If you die while trying to find that out, I'll miss you."

"You're right," Callisto nodded, then pointed to the cabinet. "You should go."

"No way," Angel folded his arms. "Could be rats with bamboo skewers."

"My hero," Callisto commented dryly. "Use a broom to open it then."

"And trip and fall and dust myself? No way. I'm on to you."

It was possible the twinkle in his eye totally undercut his attempt to pretend like he was doing anything except winding her up for the fun of it.

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