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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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Krycek saw Paige as he talked to Angel and nodded a greeting. "I might be able to drag in one of the Journalism coffee makers," he offered. "I haven't heard anything about a new teacher yet and I don't think anyone will miss it."

"Oh good idea, so Spider's left then?" she asks

"Unfortunately," he muttered, frowning. "Sort of last minute, from what I could tell. Not sure what I'm doing next semester now, but I may see if the new staff wants me to stay on."

Paige nods, "Yeah one of the teacher's a was TAing for left a few weeks ago, I'm doing this and I have no idea if I'll even be a TA next semester."

She looks around the room, "Not that I'd mind not being able to spend time in here!"

Sam, finally tearing herself away from the horror that is this room, spotted Paige and Krycek. "Hey. Um, you think if we sent the pictures to Extreme Makeover: Home Edition they'd make an exception?"

"Maybe we need to have a student get sick from a mysterious fungus or something first," Krycek said, kicking the couch and raising another cloud of dust. "Get the sympathy, then they'll come running to help us out."

Sam lifted a shelf on one of the bookshelves which was currently listing awkwardly to the side. "Ick."

Something gooey and phosphorescent was on her fingers when she pulled her hand away. She quickly wiped her hand off on her jeans. "If it's me, make sure all my stuff goes someplace worthy."

"Where's a pocket dimension when you need one?" Angel said. "We could shove all this dirt in there and not have to worry about it."

Sam looked up from where she'd been making sure the blue stuff didn't eat through the fabric. "What's a pocket dimension? And, er, wouldn't the people, beings, things, whatever that live there get upset about that?"

"Possibly," Angel said. "But that's why you hope the door's one way."

He looked around for something to help sop up the blue goo. Finding nothing that suggested itself, he took a pillow from the couch and placed it on top.

"Okay. If that starts to smoke, I say we run."

Sam made a mental note to quiz Angel about pocket dimensions sometime.

"If that starts to smoke, I've got bigger problems," she said, gesturing to the smear on her jeans, "that may or may not include me running to the clinic in my underwear."

"You can borrow my coat if you need," Angel said. "Huh, don't they have gloves in the library to handle the volitle stuff? Maybe we should borrow some of them."

"I appreciate that," Sam said. "And yeah, I think they do. Want me to head over there and see if they can let us borrow them?"

"Maybe some industrial cleaners too, if we can find some," Angel said.

"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."

Paige grins, "wow that's actually I really good idea, but TV camera's here in Fandom? Are we sure we want to inflict this place on the TV viewing public?"

"I don't care much about the TV viewing public, if it means I don't have to touch that sink." Sam eyed it warily. "I'm sure one of those coffee cups just slithered."

Paige shuddered and wrinkles her nose again, "are we sure we even want this lounge?" she asks, "cos despite what Angel said I'm pretty sure there's something decaying in here!"

Angel came back after posting the flyers and caught the tail end of the conversation. "Hell, are we sure this place isn't some wacky Reality TV experiment to begin with?"

"good point, kinda like challenge on Survivor!?"

"It's definitely a challenge to survive in here," Angel replied. "Though mold doesn't seem to be having a problem. We should douse the place with bleach ~~and then set it on fire~~."

She nods, "sounds like a plan to me! ~~and yes we should totally set it on fire!~~"

"Or we get all the magic students together and we...I dunno create some sorta mega cleaning spell!"

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