Free Period for Teachers -- Monday, October 24th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sprawls across the couch, a thick notebook in her lap. She keeps looking down at it and staring hard as if she's trying to bore holes through the paper through force of will, then letting her head fall against the back of the couch and making a strange growling sound.

There's an Italian buffet for anyone who wants something to eat.

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[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Dean Bristow helps himself to lasagna.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom grabs a few slices of Italian bread, and barely chokes one down as he does prep work for tonight's classes.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Sara helps herself to breadsticks as she passes by, settling down with her students' papers.

Two minutes later, she is vowing to hold remedial grammar classes.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at him, helping herself to lasagne] How are you today, sir?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She grabs her food and sits by Bristow, but smiles and nods at Dr. Grissom. I wish I knew him better. Ten said he's brilliant.]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom returns her smile, impressed with her obvious political saavy that he has seen her display in the lounge during the past few weeks.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles more brightly at his acknowledgement. With a diplomatic segue, she turns her attention to him]

Dr. Grissom. How are your classes?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Ms. Cregg, a pleasure to properly meet you. My classes have been going very well; I have been pleasantly surprised by my students' level of dedication. How have your classes been?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor yawns as he enters the lounge. Keanu Reeves is easy on the eyes. Too easy.

Five minutes later, he gets veal parmigiana on last week's discussion transcript. Cursing under his breath, he wipes it up with paper napkins.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Unsettling and thought provoking, as they should be.

We never have actually met, have we. It seems like I know you, the DOctor speaks highly of you. [she wipes her hand on a napkin and offers it, a mock seriousness to her tone]

CJ Cregg, sir. Pleasure to meet you. [She smiles sweetly]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor squeezes CJ's shoulder briefly as he comes in (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_lounge/10668.html?thread=133292#t133292), and smiles at Grissom before he sits down to go over some papers.]

[msgilmoredanes.livejournal.com]

Lorelai bounces into the Teachers Lounge. She had to stop by and make some copies for her classes tomorrow.

She loads up a plate of spaghetti and then notices the Principal. She realizes they've never been properly introduced, and goes over to say hello.

"Principal Connor? I'm Lorelai Gilmore-Danes, I teach business classes here. I realized that we were never officially introduced so I wanted to say hi. How are you?" Lorelai, of course, is her normal, bubbly self and has no idea that the Principal is the likely the least perky person on campus.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, I am honored The Doctor speaks highly of me. He is a man of great intellect." He shaked her hand warmly. "May I ask, how did you come to work at Fandom High?"

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom returns his smile with a respectful nod.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I used to be the Press Secretary fo the United states of America, but it just got to be...well, not what made me happy. I got this offer, and my dad used to teach, and I always liked school...and I've been known to talk from time to time, so I thought maybe teaching Comm skills would be interesting.

What about yourself?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She flashes him a dazzling smile] Good day, Doctor.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick walks into the lounge [for just a minute before his mun has to get back to work] with the damned Rubik's Cube. He had two sides, but the other four weren't playing nice. Maybe a change of scenery would help it get solved.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He nods at her, smiling brightly back.] Ms Cregg.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Fine, thank you. I trust that classes are going without incident?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, for the most part. With such a diverse group of students, issues are bound t come up. Certainly nothing I can't handle. Mr. Harkness is back to his old, charming self. Miss Mars trusts me enough to discuss her problems from detention. And Miss Bristow was kind enough to bring a doctor's note to class for her absence. All in all, pretty much high-school-normal. [She takes a bite]




((ooc: I don't think it's come up in class that Sydney is his daughter. She talked about her father, but didn't really mention it))

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I worked as a crime scene investigator in Las Vegas, but I've taught before, although not in a high school setting. I needed a change of pace."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Really? That's fascinating. Vegas has grown in the past decade, I imagine you had plenty of work there.




((ooc: yesplease. Someone from the same universe would be a real comfort.))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Does the day find you well, sir? [she has a mischievious twinkle in her eye]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Aye, I suppose you could say that. [His eyes are soft with a smile.]

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Sydney. What was the problem with Sydney?"