[Jeff, God of Biscuits] Office Hours of a Sort

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Former Principal Bristow has handwavily left... highly suggestive notes for a few of his former students to come see him so they can explain themselves thoroughly. It's certainly not because he misses his students. That would be silly and very un-Bristow.

[OOC: If you think Bristow might take an interest in what your character's been up to since he left, you probably got a note. If you're a 2005 Pageanteer, then you can definitely put yourself on the list]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

So much for hiding.

Cally took a deep breath before she stepped int J, GOB. She put on her best smile when she saw Mr. Bristow.

"Ummm, hi, sir?"

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Veruca. Have a seat. Biscuit?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally sat down. "No thank you. I, ummm, already ate, sir."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is not here because she got a note. Pippi is here to get an assortment of delightful baked goods for the Teal Dear road trip today.

Though she notices the man who was in a number of pictures from last year's yearbook, and... Wasn't he at graduation? So she smiles at him.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bristow does not smile back.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi tilts her head and her smile turns inquisitive. As if to say, "Are you okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders would never admit that he meeped out loud when he got the note. Nor would he admit to having flailed like a flaily flailing thing upon the realization that Bristow was in town -- because he really needed one more thing to flail about.

Nevertheless, here he was.

"Wow. Um, hi again, sir. You --" gulp -- "wanted to see me?"

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Have a seat, Mr. Anders. Biscuit?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Sure?" Anders sat down very cautiously and helped himself to the smallest one he could find, hoping he wouldn't choke on it. Funny how he hadn't seen Bristow in about a year now, and the guy still terrified him. "So, um, what's up, sir?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had wondered, for about half a second, if she could possibly pretend to be sick or in another country when she got the note. Yeah, that'd work.

She grabbed an extra-tall mocha before approaching ex-Principal Bristow's table. "Good morning, sir. I enjoyed your Radio broadcast last night."

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"It was meant as a commentary," Bristow said, "and not as a source of amusement." Yes, things had started quite well.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. She'd almost forgotten the man's charm. "Of course." Parker took a sip of her coffee, and tried to calm nerves that felt like she was being subjected to a verbal Final Exam, with a chaser of enemy interrogation. "What brings you back here, sir?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia needed coffee. Sugar would be a bonus. She was going to have a rather long day, today, not the least stressful part of which involved her, singing, in front of possibly a record executive tonight after a very long drive in an odd smelling van.

So she headed to Jeff's to get her sugar and caffeine fix in as early as possible.

The man in the suit looked vaguely familiar in an odd sort of way, but she didn't think much about it other than to give him a short nod.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bristow, being from Season 3 pre-Nadia canon at the point, barely registered the nodding girl. He watched her carefully out of the corner of his eye, however. He did that with everybody.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia noticed that she was being watched and filed that away. If this was a new townie, she'd want to keep an eye on him.

She also noticed that he was watching everyone else, too, however, so wasn't too terribly worried. She was, however, distracted enough by this that she didn't notice a small wet patch on the floor as she turned to leave and slipped, sending her coffee flying possibly at the scary-CIA-man.

That was not an auspicious start to the day.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's not too worried about the note when she shows up at JGOB. After all, he's not the principal of her anymore.

However, when she sees Bristow, the first words out of her mouth are "I didn't do anything."

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Are you certain of that, Ms. Tyler?" Bristow said. "Sit down. Have a biscuit."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick walked into J,GoB, beaming from yesterday. "Hello, De... Princ... Former Principal Bristow! How are you today?"

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Just fine, Dean Tick. Congratulations on your promotion. Have a seat."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Deciding to drown his girl troubles in sugar rather than booze, Seely wandered into J,GoB in search of doughnuts. He nodded to the old guy from the pageant. "Hey, Santa."

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Bristow was on the Angel imposter like angry Rambaldi bees on human flesh. He slammed the large-foreheaded dupe against the wall and put his forearm very close to his trachea. "Who are you and why are you attempting to impersonate Angel?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Of course Rory showed up, and she was beaming. "Principal...um, Mr. Bristow, sir! Hello!"

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Ms. Gilmore. Good to see you got my note. Please, have a seat. Biscuit?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John hobbles in on his way to work at Sparky's. And trying to forget the Pageant.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

"Located your mother yet, Mr. Connor?" Bristow asked with a smirk.