fandomtownies | The Perkolater

*ed walks in, didn't entirely manage to get all the leaves out of his hair but oh well*

Heya, i'm here :)

*looks for barman*

Can i have a ~~gay coffee~~ vanilla frapuchino, please?

*sits down at the table with allie*

You know what i saw in the park? 0.o

"Trees?"

uhh...you're incredibly witty 0.o

Yes, trees, but...i also saw a nekkid boy crawl through the bushes 0.o Isn't that odd?

Allie's eyes get wide.

"A naked boy? Why on earth would a naked boy be crawling through the bushes?"

She stops herself.

"Then again, that may be downright normal considering some of the stories I've heard about what goes on around here."

i don't know, he seemed rather unhappy about the nakid-ness. Maybe he'll come in for a coffee later, he looked like he could use it.

And yes, there are weird things here. And weird...beings attending the school.

Allie nods in agreement and can't stop herself from staring at Edward's hands.

"Um... please don't take this the wrong way... but... what happened to your hands?" she asks in a soft voice.

*sees her staring at hands and was already anticipating the question*

I...i don't really know. I was...kinda born this way, i guess. I'm used to it. This week, i found a girl who shook my hand. That was the first time i ever shook hands with someone! *beams*

Allie feels an incredible amount of sympathy for Edward.

"Can I," she blushes faintly as she stammers out the question. "Can I touch one?" she asks.

"I am planning to go to med school and would like to learn about anomalies like this," she hurriedly adds.

"Ehh uhh okay" edward would be blushing if he wasn't so pale. He tries to keep his hands as steady as possible, though he's feeling kinda shakey.
"uhm, you can touch them, but watch out, they're kinda sharp 0.o"

Allie tentatively touches Edward's hand.

"Can you feel that?" she asks.

"not...really. They're metal. I only feel it when i'm hitting something, or something. They make for awesome gardening tools, though" Edward beams some more, and is secretly happy there are people who aren't terrified by his 'hands'

Allie smiles at him, while taking her hands away, afraid of seeming too forward. She picks up her glass and drinks some more chai.

"You're a wonderful gardener," she says. "Those trees you were shaping this morning were lovely."

"Thank you" edward smiles. "I'm really glad i got the job, because it seems i'm kinda good at it" And as to demonstrate his point, goes up to the bar and gets a straw to sip his coffee with.

"those glasses are so damn slippery, don't you think?"

"Yeah, they can be."

She doesn't want to inundate him with questions about his hands, so she decides to change the subject.

"So what brought you to Fandom High?"

"I..." edward begins, but gets destracted when

equalmcsquared sits down at the table behind allie.

"Oh sorry...eh, oh right. Fandom High. I was send here by my creater, to get a proper education. I..." Looks at the teacher again, and gets quiet.

"So, why are you on this school? I mean, you seem really smart, and this school seems kinda...dunno"

"Your creater?" Allie asks, wondering what Edward is looking at behind her.

"My parents decided to send me here so I could be exposed to different opportunities before I go to med school."

Well, you'll get a lot of different opportunities here, that's for sure. I mean, Jayne Cobb loaded with weapons, a white ball as security, you know.

Yeah, creater. Uhhh...*whispers* i was -created-.
*Looks over at Equalmcsquared again, because there's no need for teachers to know that.

Allie raises her eyebrows.

"That's... um... interesting," she says. The science geek in her would love to run some tests on Edward, but the shy girl in her recognizes that he probably hasn't had many friends.

"Are you okay?" she asks, noticing that Edward has grown more uncomfortable in the last few minutes.

Edward was indeed growing more unconfortable, since a second teacher had droppped in for coffee and snacks, and they seemed to be discussing students...He wasn't used to that.

"eh..yeah, 'm okay. Do you...do you want something to eat, a muffin or some cake or something?" he asks, so he could be away from the teachers for a while.

"An apple cinnamon muffin would be great," she replies.

[OOC - want to start a new top level comment when you come back with it? this one is probably about to collapse a second time.]

((ooc: will be to bed soonishly, it's twelfish here (stupid time difference), so either a top level comment, or go for coffee and cinnamuffins some other time?))

[ooc: go to bed!!!! Allie & Edward can chat some other time]

(('kay, catch you later :) ))

*Bored with grading labwork and making quizzes for Monday's classes, Sara snags her purse and goes into town.*

This place makes very good coffee, *she says as she walks through the doors of the Perkolator*

*One blueberry muffin and mocha latte later, she settles at a table near a window, reading.*

*CJ walks in, having just gotten out of Mass*

*As she's ordering her vanilla latte, she notices a fellow teacher sitting at a table*

Miss Sidle? Hello. We haven't formally met, I'm CJ. I teach Speech. Can I talk with you for a moment?

Hello, CJ. Nice to meet you, and please call me Sara. *a quick smile and she gestures to the opposite seat*

Thank you. *sits*

Um, I'm sure this isn't what you were expecting today, but I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about that tape you made with Miss Summers...regarding that Angelus boy.

What would you like to know? *If she listened to it, she would have heard Buffy give her permission. Mun prays.*

Well, I was just wondering...he seems dangerous. And I've noticed he isn't the only one who seems to be dangerous here amongst the student body.

I was just wondering what you thought about...I don't know. Is there something we can do, as teachers? I get the impression that you know more than you're saying...

Unless he actively tries something, our hands are pretty much tied. But I made the recording to have the history between Buffy and Angelus on record. A lot of students, from so many different realities it would seem, have come here.

And many of them are dangerous. *Looks moodily into her latte* I used to work as a crime scene investigator in Las Vegas. You can pick out certain things once you've done that enough. Two nights ago, I thought I smelled fresh blood. But I couldn't narrow it down.

But I don't know that there is anything we can do at this point.

That's deeply disturbing.

Well, Sara, I'm on your side if you ever need anything. the Doctor (http://www.livejournal.com/users/ten_and_chips/) and I were talking last night about staying aware, and I think you're more aware than we are.

We should talk more often.

Best advice I can give is go nowhere without a gun. *Yes, she is serious*.

I'll try to keep my fellow teachers in the loop, but some seem to think I'm trying to form lynch mobs. It's a little disconcerting.

I'm on your side, Sara. I wonder if the people who think you're trying to form a lynch mob are afraid they might...

*Looks at Sara and has a niggling feeling she's seen her somewhere else before...especially after the gun comment*

Anyhow, I do need to run. I just got out of Mass and I have to prep for tomorrow. We'll talk again later?

Certainly. *a quick smile*

*Takes her latte, gives Sara a smile and a wave, and leaves.*

The Perkolater

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