Teacher's Lounge, Monday morning

[carpe_demon]

Drake was actually spending the morning being productive, which was highly unusual for him, particularly on Mondays. He was lounging in the lounge as one does, but he was also making a list of the books of which he needed to make sure the library had several copies available. He needed to make sure the movies were readily available as well, and not the X-rated versions this time. Really, that had been an honest mistake!


[Open to teachery types, natch. Come pet the demon, he likes it.]

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[thetoughestcook]

Colette barged in from setting up her office, poured herself a cup of coffee, and made a horrible face.

"Why are they serving mud and calling it coffee?" she asked. Her voice carried a heavy French accent. "There may be people who like to drink mud, but I am not among them."

[carpe_demon]

Drake peered into his own cup. "You're right," he said. "I think we should call the coffee bean abuse hotline. There is one of those, isn't there?"

[thetoughestcook]

"If there is not there should be," Colette said, and added so much cream and sugar to her coffee it qualified as dessert -- but was, at least, drinkable if you didn't think about it too hard. "They could fine the school."

Drake got a cursory smile. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Colette Tatou."

[carpe_demon]

"Drake Dèmon," Drake said, standing up and making a bow. "Professor of Literature. I assume you're a teacher as well, and not just a very bold student taking advantage of me being new to the island."

[thetoughestcook]

"Are they really that bold?" Colette wondered, barely joking. "I was hoping they'd be ... you know. Submissive. Easily cowed. Good students."

"I'm teaching cooking," she added. "Dèmon is an unusual name, is it not?"

[carpe_demon]

"Well, I figured Drake T. Demon would be too obvious," Drake said. "Plus the little accent mark makes it look more impressive."

[thetoughestcook]

Colette blinked at that reaction and frowned. "Are you claiming you actually are a demon?"

[carpe_demon]

"Since the day I was hatched," Drake said cheerfully. "Although I'm human now. I'm practically a newborn, only without the diapers and baby food."

[thetoughestcook]

Colette processed that for a moment before starting to laugh.

"Is that how you haze new teachers?" she asked. "Back in the restaurant we'd send new cooks to the market to find a baby lobster's wing. That is the same sort of story, non?"

[carpe_demon]

"Mais non, je suis un démon," Drake said, busting out the French. He liked French, it being the language of love and all. "One hundred percent genuine, hatched and raised in the Underworld."

[thetoughestcook]

"Do you always tell girls that?" Colette wondered, still assuming he was joking. "Somehow I do not see it as a very effective pick-up line."

[carpe_demon]

"You'd be surprised," Drake said. "Women love bad boys." He snapped his fingers and was suddenly wearing lots and lots of black leather, then snapped them again to return to what he was wearing before. "But I never could get the bad boy image down. I'm a reader, a writer, a poet. Make books, not human sacrifices."

[thetoughestcook]

Colette poked at her coffee cup with a stirrer. "I do not suppose someone put very strong drugs into this muck..."

[carpe_demon]

"Not that I know of," Drake said. "Believe me now?"

[thetoughestcook]

Colette grumbled something under her breath.

"I have seen a rat make a souffle," she finally said. "So I think, why not? I never thought I should meet a demon."

[carpe_demon]

"Well, to tell the truth, most demons are all grr argh smash we make holes in teeth," Drake said. "But I was never like the other kids. I always wanted to be human."

[thetoughestcook]

"Good. I like my teeth," Colette answered suspiciously. "Is what you said why you want to be human? The books and poetry?"

[carpe_demon]

"Demons don't appreciate literature and poetry," Drake said. "They can't. It's all blood sports and pro wrestling and reality shows for them. I loved what I found in books, but I had to be human and have a soul to truly understand the words."

[thetoughestcook]

"How do they feel about cooking?" Colette asked. "I think it is the greatest living art there is in how it transforms things from simple meat or plants to that which feeds the heart."

She wasn't pretentious. She was French.

[carpe_demon]

"Cooking? You're lucky if your average demon even bothers to roast a chunk of meat," Drake said, "let alone know what kind of wine to pair with it. Now me, I developed a taste for fine cuisine."

[thetoughestcook]

"You should come by after one of my classes some Tuesday," Colette offered. Demon or not, she appreciated anyone who liked good food. "I'm hoping to find some hidden talent among the students."

[carpe_demon]

"I've got a cast iron stomach," Drake said, patting his belly with the added metallic thunk sound effect. "I can be your guinea pig, as long as you whip me up something nice if your kids poison me."

[thetoughestcook]

"Everything I make is better than 'nice,'" Colette promised, sipped her coffee again, and grimaced despite the sugar. "Including my coffee. I look forward to seeing you."

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

Summer decided she could do with a break, after checking out her office and planning what items would go where. Yes, she had it all worked out in her head.

"Morning," she smiled and decided a cup of coffee would do her some good.

[carpe_demon]

"Be careful," Drake warned. "I have it on good authority that the coffee isn't up to the standards of the French."

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Summer arched an eyebrow, somewhat amused. "I'm not sure I have as good a palette as the French. I tend to like any coffee I'm drinking," she added.

[carpe_demon]

"If it's got caffeine, it's good enough for me," Drake said. "Drake Dèmon, newly minted Professor of Literature, at your service."

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

"Whatever works, right?" Summer smiled, nodding slightly. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Summer Pitt, also new to the teaching gig. I'm covering Oceanography this semester."

[carpe_demon]

"I think I can get you in touch with a couple mermaids and a kraken if you need guest stars," Drake offered.

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

Summer looked surprised. She recalled what Anakin had told her on the shuttle and decided to try for a suspension of disbelief.

"I don't about the kraken but the mermaids could work," she replied, wondering if he could actually do that.

[carpe_demon]

Drake patted down his pockets. "I think I still have her number. Somewhere. I'll give her a call," he said. "If I'm lucky, she'll have forgotten all about the night we...never mind."

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

Glinda came in... to clean. Yes, she's odd like that.

"Hello!" she said, stopping to look at the new guy. Mmm, hello! "We haven't met yet. I'm Glinda Upland."

[carpe_demon]

Well, hello back!

"Drake Dèmon, fledgling Professor of Literature," Drake said with a bow.

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

"An appropriate name for one who's so devilishly good-looking," she replied. "I'm currently teaching 'How to Win Friends and Influence People'."

[carpe_demon]

"Well, you can practice winning friends on me all you'd like," Drake grinned.

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

That earned him a delicately arched eyebrow raise. "What sort of literature are you teaching?" she asked, returning the smile.

[carpe_demon]

"This semester, it's Adventures in Literature," Drake said. "Robin Hood, King Arthur, Captain Blood, the Three Musketeers. Action, suspense, swashes to be buckled!"

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, how exciting! I must admit that I don't typically read the adventure genre except in romance novels but I might have to pick one of those up."

[carpe_demon]

"You're welcome to sit in on the class," Drake said. "I'm planning to really immerse the kids in the stories." He snapped his fingers and suddenly he was dressed like Robin Hood.

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

Glinda laughed. "Can I get your number? I might need you the next time I can't figure out what to wear." After she'd gotten the titters out of her system, she continued. "What period is it? I might just have to do that."

[carpe_demon]

"Wednesdays, period three," Drake said. "Come on by and maybe I'll make you my Maid Marian."