Susan looked up from her notes on Susan Ivanova, shaking her head, and smiled when she saw C.J. had entered the office, and closed her own door as she went out to meet her.
"C.J.! I haven't seen you in a week. How are you?"
"I'm good, Susan. I've been phenomenally busy IRL and this is my first chance to get down here. How've you been. Getting settled into the fun that is Fandom?"
"Oh, Lord." Susan took a Cheeto, contemplated it a moment, then crunched it. "My schedule is filling up, and among some amazingly tough kids, there are some with problems that are incredibly intimidating. I had to help with a surgery for the first time since my residency during the Snow Monster debacle. And I haven't been out of my apartment to do *anything* other than catch up on world history in about a week and a half. It's been that overwhelming." Susan shook her head a little morosely. "How about you?"
"Me? I've been working on lesson plans, paring them down from last term since I have fewer studens. Grading speeches. Spending time with Ten and trying not to miss my kids or friends too much. Seems like a mass migration out of town. Oh, and I got turned into t ateenager...that was fun. For a day or two anyhow."
Susan blinked at that. "I should think it would be dreadful. You really enjoyed it?" She offered C.J. the lollipop jar. "You miss your children? I didn't know you had any."
"I adopted Jack Harkness, who is still here in town, as well as Shane McCutcheon. she disappeared a while ago with her girlfriend Tara. I have a private investigator working on finding them...but so far, no such luck. And then there were three boys who I really cared about. They had to go too. It's just all kind of piling up, you know?" She pops the sucker in her mouth and closes her eyes, savoring the watermelon sweetness. "I liked the teen ager bit until everyone got annoyed with me. Grown ups have no sense of fun, and the kids around here are kind of apathetic toward the establishment."
Susan made a mental note of their names, then frowned. "Oh, I do hope they find your daughter. And I'm sorry the other students left as well." She grinned sheepishly. "Well, to judge by me, you're probably quite right about the grown-ups here. I wouldn't say a group of adolescents who fight vampires can exactly be called 'apathetic', however."
Susan blinked at her. "I take it you didn't listen to the radio last Saturday and Friday, and make the same connections I did later." She sighed. "From several sources, it's become obvious that a group of students-- I'm not sure who all of them were-- decided to go vampire hunting last Friday. Apparently no one was killed, which I regard as the best part of the whole exercise."
"I think? Or perhaps her, and the other one-- I can't remember her name, I saw it on the poster." Susan shook her head. "And evidently they were very cagey about it. They referred to it as a 'study group' whenever they were planning it last week." She sighed. "Evidently Darla and her partner are still out there, though."
Susan shook her head. "I don't know. I think not. One of them mentioned Professor Tick finding out afterwards, and not being pleased." She took another cheeto. "Drusilla? Have you encountered her before?"
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"C.J.! I haven't seen you in a week. How are you?"
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She makes no effort to hide the contempt as she says the name, and she grips her coffee cup tighter.
"What the hell were the kids thinking? Did they have any adult help at all?"
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She sits and sips her coffee.
"This is just not good. Vampires."
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