Faculty Lounge (12/20/2005)

[romanywitch]

Jenny'd woken up early, with the feeling that her player knew that the Doctor had gone off to be with CJ and wouldn't be around to do this IC she was going to have to take an extra turn opening up the faculty lounge today.

Since she hadn't been prepared, she'd just run out and bought a few dozen candy canes, some bagels and cream cheese, a whole bunch of hot chocolate, and coffee.


{{OOC: Doctor? I was presuming that you wouldn't be around, and since we trade off on Tuesdays for the lounge, I just opened up. Please let me know if that's a problem.}}

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[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

Smith sits down on a couch, and opens the small paper sack he carried in with him. He retrieves a hot fast-food apple pie, and opens one end of the package. He blows on it carefully before taking a nice big bite.

"Apple pie always reminds me of how superior I am to the apple. I like eating inferior things. Then again, there isn't anything that I am not superior to. But I don't think I would eat, say, this couch. What is the point of eating a couch, if you are unable to spread it with jam?"

He is addressing no one in particular.

[romanywitch]

Jenny eyes the new principal. He seems kinda off, and in a funky, Drusilla sort of way. Still, bringing that up with the new boss? Not part of the plan.

Guy's got a way with a metaphor, though.

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac raises an eyebrow. "Other than watching your colon explode, why would you want to eat a couch? Even Jam wouldn't make it taste that good."