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."

[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]

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

[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?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Zero? I think we broke him." Parker goes over to nudge him, to see if he'll skip over the break in consciousness if prodded. "Wings? Oh, vampire candidate for office? Are you in there?" She frowned, then tried, "Callisto, put your shirt back on!"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Snerk]

"Wa - What?" Angel blinked, coming back down to earth again. Or at least the room with Parker and that poster in it.

He pointed at the poster accusingly. "You're trying to torture me again!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked. "No, but I'm glad to know I succeeded without trying. What are you on about?" She cocked her head at his sketchbook, now visible. "And wow. Does Callisto know you like her armor that much?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Angel hastily turned the page to a blank one Not Marty Blank, just blank. "No, that. Dancing. I don't do dancing. Oh god. I'm going out with someone. I'm going to have to do dancing. Parker, you have to kill me before Friday."

[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.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started laughing.

"Why can you never ask me to kill you when I really want to?" she finally said. "You're afraid of dancing? Or being seen dancing? Wings, it's punk rock, it's not like it takes finesse. How bad can it be?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Remember when I said I can't sing?"

[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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's eyes got very big. Then she choked. "I can't decide between glee or fear. Honestly. I could be thrilled with the opportunity to embarass you again, or I could be afraid you're going to traumatize the freshman into emo-comas." She started to grin. "So? Let's see you dance. I need to know which."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What's the word I'm looking for? No."

[demonbelthazor]

"Your horrible handwriting, maybe. Have you noticed the book in my hands? Apparently you've gone blind. You know what they say about what causes that...."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You'd know best."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Awww, come on. How can I tell you you're being stupid, if there's such a good chance you're right?" Parker coaxed.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel rolled his eyes. "You were wittier when you didn't have a soul."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker makes a face behind his back, and mouths, I miss Angelus, wah! at Angel.

Then she goes back to putting up her poster.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Funnily enough I found you more interesting back then too." Angel idlly erased someting on his page and then redid the line. "Wonder why that is..."