Vice Principal's Office, Wednesday Evening
Hades was tidying up his office. Things were being thrown into boxes, dusty shelves and the desk top were being dusted with his robe and Herman the rubber ducky watched on with inanimate eyes. Were he alive and not an inanimate rubbery ducky, he probably would have wondered what the heck was going on unless he realized that what was going on was maternity leave. Namely, Zoe's maternity leave, starting today.
Scariest of all, Hades was humming. He wasn't just humming though. He was humming Sinatra and occasionally breaking out into song.
"Regrets! I've had a few, but then again? Too few to mention. I did what I had to do!" There might have been a bit of dancing involved. "And saw it through without exemption - you know what I'm talking about, Herman." He turned some of the smoky part of his robe into a microphone to sing into. "I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway. But moooore, much more than this, I did myyyyyyyy waaaaaay!" He dropped the smoky microphone and splayed his fingers out. "With jazz hands."
Hades lounged against his desk and looked up at Herman on the shelf. "You know what Herman? It's been a while since I've had a dramatic monologue. Not that I miss Pain or Panic or that you're not doing a swell job of sitting there and not annoying me, but a god's gotta have someone to talk to, someone who can truly appreciate the magnitude of his plans. Someone who can stay there and grovel and do my bidding. Don't get me wrong, this place has been a great little hiding spot away from Zeus," he practically spat the name, "But how was I supposed to know the school board knew what they were doing with that contract? As long as I'm not in the top chair, I can't have complete and unabated power over Fandom. But! But, my rubbery little squeaky friend, they didn't count on dear, sweet, gun-toting Zoe getting herself pregnant and having to go on maternity leave. And that? Puts me in the big chair. Temporarily, granted, but that's the little loophole and I'm going to take advantage of it. I mean, c'mon, Hades, Lord of the Dead, God of the whatever you get the picture. Loopholes are my cup of joe."
Picking the rubber duck up, Hades headed to the doorway to get settled in his new office. "Herman, we're moving up in the world again. I've been planning for this for months. And now? The party's really gonna get started!" He was about to slam the door closed behind him when the phone rang. Irritated, he turned around and went to answer it. "Nobody appreciates a good dramatic exit these days." He picked up the phone. "Hades, yeah, what? From the school board? Yeah, put him through." A few moments passed, the frog on the other end of the line started to talk and the blue of his hair lightened until it flared orange and the flames grew big enough to singe the ceiling. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SUBSTITUTE PRINCIPAL?"
Curses. Foiled again.
[Just establishy.]
Scariest of all, Hades was humming. He wasn't just humming though. He was humming Sinatra and occasionally breaking out into song.
"Regrets! I've had a few, but then again? Too few to mention. I did what I had to do!" There might have been a bit of dancing involved. "And saw it through without exemption - you know what I'm talking about, Herman." He turned some of the smoky part of his robe into a microphone to sing into. "I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway. But moooore, much more than this, I did myyyyyyyy waaaaaay!" He dropped the smoky microphone and splayed his fingers out. "With jazz hands."
Hades lounged against his desk and looked up at Herman on the shelf. "You know what Herman? It's been a while since I've had a dramatic monologue. Not that I miss Pain or Panic or that you're not doing a swell job of sitting there and not annoying me, but a god's gotta have someone to talk to, someone who can truly appreciate the magnitude of his plans. Someone who can stay there and grovel and do my bidding. Don't get me wrong, this place has been a great little hiding spot away from Zeus," he practically spat the name, "But how was I supposed to know the school board knew what they were doing with that contract? As long as I'm not in the top chair, I can't have complete and unabated power over Fandom. But! But, my rubbery little squeaky friend, they didn't count on dear, sweet, gun-toting Zoe getting herself pregnant and having to go on maternity leave. And that? Puts me in the big chair. Temporarily, granted, but that's the little loophole and I'm going to take advantage of it. I mean, c'mon, Hades, Lord of the Dead, God of the whatever you get the picture. Loopholes are my cup of joe."
Picking the rubber duck up, Hades headed to the doorway to get settled in his new office. "Herman, we're moving up in the world again. I've been planning for this for months. And now? The party's really gonna get started!" He was about to slam the door closed behind him when the phone rang. Irritated, he turned around and went to answer it. "Nobody appreciates a good dramatic exit these days." He picked up the phone. "Hades, yeah, what? From the school board? Yeah, put him through." A few moments passed, the frog on the other end of the line started to talk and the blue of his hair lightened until it flared orange and the flames grew big enough to singe the ceiling. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SUBSTITUTE PRINCIPAL?"
Curses. Foiled again.
[Just establishy.]