before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again
Dave is sitting in one of the Kashtta's lounges, grading quizzes.
This is what he's supposed to be doing, anyway.
What he's really doing is sitting there at the table he's commandeered, papers strewn across its surface-some marked up with red, some now-staring at the pen in his hand. He's having one of those I don't belong here moments that all ( Read more... )
This is what he's supposed to be doing, anyway.
What he's really doing is sitting there at the table he's commandeered, papers strewn across its surface-some marked up with red, some now-staring at the pen in his hand. He's having one of those I don't belong here moments that all ( Read more... )
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She knows she can't fix other people's problems but she can, sometimes, make things easier.
So there's a cup of coffee and some milk and sugar packets being placed in front of him as she offers a warm smile.
"It looks like you might be able to use this," she says hoping he isn't a tea person.
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"You have a good eye. Thanks."
As he stirs in some milk and rips a few packets of sugar open, he adds, "I'm just... not used to grading things. It's a lot of work."
Though he's a bad liar, this lie is not so bad since it's partly true.
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"Thank you," she says with a grin. "I try."
The fact is, she'll probably get the truth out of him anyway, her power would see to that, not that she would be trying. It's at least part way there already and she's found that people just...open up to her for some reason.
She's not sure she gets it but she goes with it.
"It can't be that bad. Besides," she says with a laugh. "If you're bad at grading, you have a good chance of becoming the kids' favorite teacher."
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Lies.
"It's not that bad," he admits, glancing back down at the papers and wrinkling his nose. "And I'm not bad at it, just... new to it. I've never had to teach high schoolers before. And there are so many of them."
Seriously, he totally understands why his teachers used to complain.
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She had not been aware that there was a school here. Maybe the assumption is dumb, but there were no small children she had seen.
Obviously, there is one. One she probably cannot go to. Good, it actually makes her smile.
“You’re a teacher?” She asks, taking a seat beside him and taking a few random papers in her hand, letting her eyes scan them and the red marks they appear to be covered with.
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That's not an invasion of personal space at all.
Dave senses Vicki the moment she comes near, but chooses to ignore her. People are weird sometimes, right? And she might go away if he ignores her, except... she doesn't.
"No. I mugged one and this was all he had in his briefcase."
David Stutler: Master of the sarcastic deadpan.
This is what you get for creeping, Vicki.
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And she stares at him. Blankly. For several moments. Is he trying to be funny? She can't tell, so she does what she does best, being a fan of sarcasm herself. A mocking laugh escapes her lips before her brows furrow.
"Why teach when you can be a comedian?" Her hands go back to the papers in front of them and she mutters a few obscenities under her breath. Ok, so she isn't really patient, either. "Your students are stupid."
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Dave stares back, expression completely void of amusement. "I dunno," he says, resting his chin on his hand. "Both options end in me getting pummeled with crap, so. I guess one just pays better."
Seriously, someone chucked a rubber band ball at his head the other day.
"They're not stupid," he frowns. "They're just... they don't get it. The material."
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At this point, it's more like a Week and Change, but she can't really do much about that at this point. What she can do, is find the people responsible for Josef and Elizabeth's death, and ... well, do a fair bit of drinking. Drinking is actually her activity of choice at the moment. She never drinks enough to get stupid, but she does like feeling pleasantly buzzed.
She's not there yet, but she's getting there when Ford walks into the Crowbar. She turns, glances over for all of a moment, before turning back to her drink again.
She hasn't decided whether or not he's interesting yet. She'll get back to you.
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He makes beeline for the bar, taking no notice of anyone who may or may not be looking at him, and doesn't turn around to survey the area until he's ordered a White Russian. It's a normal enough night for this place, he thinks. Ford wouldn't consider himself a regular just yet, but he has been coming here on a fairly regular basis lately.
Maybe after a few more visits.
He shrugs out of his jacket as he looks around, his gaze falling on Bela for all of three seconds before he directs his attention elsewhere.
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"You look like you're having as good a week as I am."
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It's worth nothing that he's a fairly convincing liar.
Yay, law school.
But there's something in that last bit-I got in the way-that's more emotional than the rest of it. Just a tiny, little something, if Bela's sensitive to those kinds of things. "At least you don't have any visible marks people feel compelled to comment on," he adds.
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Yes, something, somewhere in the world can be considered fun goop. Goop that's not connected to monster guts, which is what Buffy is currently wearing when she walks into the lounge of the Kashtta. Some day, Buffy will find out what this fun goop is, just so that she can inform people of the difference, but for right now, she's just going to have to deal with being covered in non-fun goop.
Sigh.
Why she went to the lounge and not straight to her room for a shower? A mystery. Probably because she thought it would be empty, not actually having people in it, which would explain the wide-eyed look she gets when she sees Dave.
"Oh! Sorry. I didn't think anyone would be -- sorry." He looks a little familiar, probably from school, but for right now, she's looking to make a hasty exit. "Didn't mean to bother you."
Or maybe it was the peppermint that drew her in. Who knows?
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He blinks at the sight of the not-fun-goop covered woman who he swears he knows from somewhere. "Um."
Really, what's he supposed to say to a sight like that?
After a moment, he gestures at his own shirt. "You've... got some stuff on you."
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And not in the fun way.
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"...do you want a towel or something?"
This is not the best offer, but it's all he has.
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She hasn't spent much time in the Kashtta since she got here, but with Parker seemingly having gone missing, she's spending a bit more time there. It's partially looking for Parker, partially trying to keep herself busy so that she doesn't launch a full scale assault. She knows that the Rifts like to play tricks, and that's normal, but this is a trick she doesn't like.
So. Keeping herself busy.
She hasn't explored much in the place she is starting to call her home, so when she stumbles onto the auditorium, she can't help but smile. It's not her stage, she knows that, but that doesn't stop her from loving it as much as she does. And when she sees the man standing on stage with a book in his hand.
Well, it's just in her nature to intrude.
"Sorry," she begins, "I don't mean to interrupt, but -- are you planning a play?"
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"I am!"
For the record, he's a bit dressed down today. His shoes are still shiny enough to reflect the stage lights, but he's in a pair of black jeans (rest assured they were still horribly expensive and are very much in right now) and a first-few-buttons-undone, pale green dress shirt.
"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Or," he adds, mostly to himself, "This of Gilderoy and his high school theater class. Tell me, miss-have you ever seen any high school productions of the Bard's works? I'm afraid I've never been exposed to any, as I'm not... from here."
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