Faculty Lounge (1/17/06)

[romanywitch]

Jenny took a quick break from her office hours to open the faculty lounge. She grabbed a bunch of fruit she'd been planning on slicing up and eating for lunch and spread it out on the table for the other teachers.

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[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"A few people did mention vampires, but no one said anything about any of them being psychotic. Just 'nice.' They really should have a pamphlet for all of this."

Susan smiled brightly back. "Brilliant! And I'd be happy to appear as a guest speaker. Just give me enough warning to have notes. I will talk to crowds, but only with notes. And I would *love* to hear about the internet. And I need to buy a cassette player at the Emporium-- Professor Camulus had one yesterday, and I'm determined to keep notes on it. My old one now appears sadly clunky and inconvenient."

"Oh, where are you living? I'm at the Mauvaise Chance apartments, are you nearby?"

[romanywitch]

Jenny's eyes widened. "Okay, what moron person didn't realize that Angel's the exception that proves the rule?" She shook her head. "Darla, Drusilla, and Spike. All vampires. All soulless killers. Angel? Has a soul. Long story. The short: Makes him a good guy. If he's without it? He's Angelus. You run as fast as you can and start praying he doesn't catch up. Or you put a wooden stake through his heart."

"So it's settled," said Jenny. "We'll order you a computer off the 'net--the internet. The Emporium's not gonna have anything specialized like you'll need. Or maybe like I think you oughta have to play with." She grinned unrepentantly. "Tech updates faster than ever these days. We'll get ourselves caught up, right?"

"Even better," said Jenny. "Turns out we're neighbors. I live up on the second floor. Adam--that's Dr. Pierson, our history teacher--and I started rooming together a while ago."

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Wilson, I think, and Mr. Phale? Neither mentioned creepy vampires. I appreciate the warning, though." Susan didn't think she could put a wooden stake through anyone's heart, but perhaps, from a distance, an arrow would still work. "And that would be smashing, Jenny. I am determined not to be any more of an anachronism than I can help." She brightened at the mention of the apartments. "Oh, really? That's perfect, then. Um. Are you, and Adam...?"