Assistants' Lounge, Wed afternoon

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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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[swerval_zero]

Zero pops up in the doorway like a popping-up thing. "I smell coffee."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel pointed with his pencil. "Right over there. Help yourself."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker down to hang up a poster for the dance (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/383037.html?#cutid1), and also one for her campaign. She wasn't going to waste space on Marty's and Angel's here, where they'd probably be able to destroy it within seconds without getting caught.

"God. This place *is* as bad as I've heard." She taped up the poster for Dusted Bunnies on the side of the mini-fridge, and idly asked, "Working on something for Studio Art?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Pet project for a friend," Angel said. "I - "

Then he stopped, because ZOMG Parker had just put up a poster about a dance.

It was possible there was a look of abject terror on his face.

[swerval_zero]

Zero notices the direction of his eyes. "You're coming to the dance, right? See the band, maybe mosh a bit?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You, what?" Parker turned around, and blinked at the expression on his face. "Okay, did you just get bitten by an invisible gremlin, or is the poster traumatizing you somehow?" She looked back at it. "I thought the photo was pretty good, actually...."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel's dimly aware that Parker and Zero are speaking, but his mind has come to a full stop on "...dance?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor wandered into the assistants' lounge, sprawled on the shiny new couch, and started to idly flip through the pages of a book.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Being possessed, as always, of the maturity of a five year old Angel crumpled up a blank piece of paper and zinged it at Bel's head.

[demonbelthazor]

As it bounced off his head, Bel wondered how much trouble he would get into if he threw a small fireball at Angel and set his overly-gelled hair on fire. The thought might have brought a small smirk to his face.

"I told you to stop sending me love notes, Angel," he said, barely looking up from his book. "I'm not going to read them."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I think it's very brave of you to admit that you can't read."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory wandered in after third period, looking sleepy. "Bzuhmuhcoffee?" she mumbled, blinking.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel pointed the way with his pencil. "Right over there. Early morning?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Late night, actually," Rory corrected, making a beeline for the caffeinated happiness. "I was up for a bit after we talked last night. Vladdie's an insomniac."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Uhh," Angel wondered how to put this diplomatically. "Insomniac or nocturnal? 'cause, you know, vampire."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

At the start of forth period. Callisto wandered into the lounge, and headed straight for the coffee machine.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel gave Callisto a shy smile. "Hey."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Callisto smiled back, sipping her coffee. She nodded at the sketchbook. "What are you drawing?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Suddenly remembering what he was drawing, Angel slammed the sketchbook shut. He tried, and failed miserably, to project a casual air. "Oh. You know. Nothing."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

After lunch, Alanna came in with a nice pile of books on American history and began to read.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Alanna. Still panicked about Campaigning?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna made a face. "How'd you - oh, right, the broadcast last night. Yeah, not so much panicking now as just reading, a lot."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

At some point when Bel wasn't zomg hogging it! Vala wanders in and flops down on the couch. She doesn't have anything but self-defense today, and got a lousy night of sleep last night.

Within minutes she's asleep, possibly snoring.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Ever a gentleman, Angel took off his coat and gently draped it over Vala like a blanket.

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