Free Period for Teachers -- Tuesday, November 1st

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah isn't in the lounge, but there is a huge catered spread for everyone to enjoy. The puppies that are usually in study hall are in the lounge, all awake and bounding around the room happily greeting everyone who comes in.

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[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream is visibly furious as he walks into the room. He paces back and forth.

The Pryde girl. She was under our protection.

How did this happen?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor enters the lounge.] What do you mean, Professor Dream?

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

*clenmching and unclenching his fists*

Kitty Pryde -- the girl with the dragon Lockheed.

Phoebe Halliwell just came to my office and said she was dead.

Knowing what I do of dragons ... I believe it.

No student should die on our watch.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick had entered the lounge and immediately headed over to the puppies. Then he heard what Dream said. "Kitty Pryde? Egads."

A puppy jumped on him, but Tick was no longer in the mood for puppy fun.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[A puppy bounces up to the Doctor's leg and starts tugging on his trousers. He ignores it, as he's too busy staring at Dream in shock.] Dear god...

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Nodding to Tick in greeting, Dream turns to the Doctor.

Yes. Murdered, even, to go from what Miss Halliwell and Lockheed said.

I was told this school was safe.

He glares at a puppy.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor's eyes go cold. The puppy senses his mood change and backs off, whimpering.] Was she on campus?

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream hesitates for a moment.

No. In town.

Still ... we should not need to make that distinction about the safety of those who study here.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[quietly] Dean Bristow would tell you that there's no way we can keep the students safe in town.

But a murder, of anyone, in Fandom is...unspeakable. And I am not Dean Bristow.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Dean Bristow walks into the conversation. "I'm inclined to agree with Professor Dream myself. While we have no official jurisdiction in town, these are our students. The loss of one must be met with all of our resources, either as faculty or outside of that duty."

[OOC: What? Spydaddy going a little rogue? Happens all the time]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor looks at him, eyes narrowing.] What are you suggesting, Dean?

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream watches this conversation with interest.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"I'm suggesting that we find out who did this. I'm suggesting that once we find this person, we ensure to our complete satisfaction that justice has been meted out." Dean Bristow jaw sets. "This is my school. Inside or outside of these wall, a dead student will not be tolerated."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor attempts to not have his jaw drop open. He succeeds...mostly.] Is that...legal?

Not to say that it wouldn't be deserved...but I'm not particularly pleased with the idea of being someone's tattooed bitch getting arrested.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"I have some experience in this field, Doctor. While I have no desire to supercede Red's authority, I will not allow a killer near my school, and I will take the necessary measures to ensure it."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He is about to leave it at that...until he gets mental images of CJ being shot and left for dead, of Geoff and Shane being rushed in the street and knifed, of Jack and Rose and John Crichton and Sam Carter, single bodies in a dark alley somewhere in the Fandom night.]

[slowly, as if he gets the sense he might regret this] Do you need any help?

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"I may. I'll keep you apprised."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He nods in response.] Thank you, Dean Bristow.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((I'm off to class until 3 PM EST. Catch you later.))

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Dean Bristow, Dr. Grissom and I are trained criminalists. Any assistance required will be gladly provided by us.

*Her jaw is tightly set.*

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

[OOC: Gimme a sec to wrap my head around some stuff]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Dude. And Methos and Duncan and I can run around with swords and wreak righteous vengean--

Sorry. Got a little carried away.))

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Unspeakable. Yes.

I am also not the dean. Or my sister. Death is inevitable, but ... not this death, not this way.

Dream seems to be calming slightly. Very slightly. He collapses into a chair.

A dead student. On our watch.