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Faculty Meeting - Monday Before Classes

There was food. There was coffee. Heck, there was even tea for those who couldn't handle the good stuff. There were also chairs littered throughout the room, a portable whiteboard with different-colored markers off to one side and Biff, of course, keeping guard.

Hades is here even though he got shot last night (he's fine, thanks for asking). Why aren't you?

[OOC: Faculty only, but come on down!]

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A green cloud spirals up from the floor in a cone, and then spirals away just as quickly revealing Doctor Orpheus in a dramatic pose holding...

A coffee cake (http://www.perfectcoffees.com/images/Pecan%20Coffeecake2.jpg).

Aly tried not to snicker. "Showy."

"It is a rather magnificent cake yes." Byron smiled and gave a small bow with a small flourish of his cape.

Vader glowered from his corner.

He didn't like being upstaged in dramatic entrances.

Byron notices the guy in the strange breathing apparatus looking in his direction if not directly at him..

"Cake?"

A slice rises up, places itself on a small plate.

"I don't eat," Vader snarled, slapping the cake away.

Woe. Wasted cake.

Byron momentarily sads at the poor rejected bit of cake and then takes a better look at Vader. He didn't seem to be dead, or undead... But he was obviously subsisting in some "non-traditional" way.

"Nooo, I don't suppose you need to, but unless your intestines have completely atrophied you could partake of some small comestibles. Some tappas perhaps? A bit of dim sum?"

Vader really, really missed tapas.

"I can't take the mask off," he snarled. He tapped the machine on his chest. "My nutritional needs are taken care of in another way."

He crossed his arms over his chest.

He totally wasn't sulking about not ever getting to eat tapas again. Really.

"Can't. Take... What ever? Doesn't it get rather... ripe? In there?"

Vader wondered if his agreement with Zoe included not killing teachers.

"There are cleaning methods," he gritted out.

"Kaaay." Byron says slowly. Not really sure he wants to go there.

"But I beg your pardon sir, I have not introduced myself." He bowed with a flourish. "Doctor Byron Orpheus, at your service."

"I am Darth Vader."

"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Vader... Or may I call you Darth."

"You may not," Vader answered immediately. "You may call me Lord Vader."

"Oh, terribly sorry. Are you the Lord of anything in particular or is it granted you by a higher power?"

The man is terribly grumpy and has some serious negative mojo coming off him but Byron chalks it up to the fact that he has some much technology jammed up his ass.

And the lack of cake.

It's likely to put anybody off.

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"Flashy," Sakura commented. "Visually impressive, and yet an unnecessary expense of energy for the purpose."

Not that she wasn't still eyeing the coffee cake.

"Occasionally." Byron said giving her a little bow. "One must make one's own fun. Cake?"

"Just a little, thank you," Sakura said. If he wanted to waste energy on fancy entrances, that was his thing to deal with.

It wasn't so much fancy entrances, as not wanting to be late.

Hair like this takes time you know.

He sliced up a piece for her and served it with a flourish.

"Doctor Byron Orpheus, at your service mademoiselle."

"Sakura Nishihori," she replied coolly, with the tiniest nod possible that could pass for polite as she accepted the cake.

Hair like that seemed awfully impractical.

Jealousy is unbecoming. Particularly hair jealousy.

"Please to meet you Miss Nishihori. Tell me, what do you teach?"

Jealousy is also an unnecessary expenditure of time and energy. And if a hairstyle requires anything more than a basic hairtie, Sakura's not all that interested. Unless it's an undercover mission. And then it's just a necessary hassle.

"Mystical artifacts," she said, in the same cool voice. "Yourself, Doctor Orpheus?"

"DAMM." Byron said.

And then added. "Defense Against Malicious Magics. Fascinating subject, mystical artifacts."

Sakura nodded, noncommittally, as if she hadn't done a doubletake at the abbreviation. "It's a lot of material to cover. As I'm sure is the case with your class."

"Indeed."

Friendly sorts these other teachers.

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