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Winds of Winter Plot

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Beacon Hills High School has a career fair, attended by the mysterious new English teacher, and both the Beacon Hills Pack and Angel are there to investigate.

November 18, 2016
Beacon Hills Public School Gymnasium


Public High School - Gymnasium[]

The lights are on, illuminating the area.

Entering the gym, one may be struck by the sheer size of it. The gym's perimeter is made up of a 400 meter running track for speed and distance training, or simply for laps of a disciplinary nature.

Within the perimeter of the track is the main area, set up primarily as a basketball court, though easily modified for other indoor sports. The central floor area can actually open, splitting down the center and sliding aside to reveal a large swimming pool. Not Olympic-sized, of course, but large enough for any high school competition.

Wooden bleachers line the walls, which can be pulled out for various assemblies. Above these hang numerous banners with slogans of the usual machismo, as well as emblems of the school's mascot, a cyclone.

Outside, it's sleeting.




It's a Beacon Hills High School career fair!

Sporting various "Cyclones" logos and other paraphernalia, the school gym has been filled with various tables and booths, hosting various college recruiters and businesses from the community to help inform and motivate students about their options after high school. Each attending student gets a packet and bag to help them collect various materials, while others have been conscripted into service "working" the career fair. Mostly, these are students who do well enough to have a solid GPA, who have disciplinary problems and are being made to work off detentions, or just those who were in the wrong place at the wrong time when Coach Finstock filled in the empty rosters by snatching people out of the hallways at random. Many are grumbling about their tasks, but all in all it could be worse--they could be that poor guy who got stuck on dumpster duty, shifting the remains of all the free lunches that were delivered to the recruiters into the proper disposal and recycling containers.

Naturally, that job went to Greenberg.

Finstock is on hand now, clipboard in hand and whistle at the ready, to wave students along to where they should be. He's not the one coordinating the fair, though. That task has fallen to BHHS's newest teacher, Lea Faye, who's looking professional yet stunning, and somehow also just the right amount of warm and encouraging, in a stylish tweed business suit with an emerald green blouse, silver jewelry, and shoes with surprisingly high heels. Her hair swept up into a neat twist, she has a winning smile for everyone and a distinct gleam in her eyes, making sure that each student aide is taking their post seriously enough.

Perhaps the oddest thing that showed up is someone many from Beacon Hills knew reasonably well...a certain ensouled vampire. It's surprising he found time to come up here for a career fair, of all things, considering the chaos back in San Francisco, particularly with his best friend on the hook for more then he wants to think about. And then Thanksgiving is coming up soon too. Regardless, Angel's somehow managed to set up a booth, advertisting the Detective Agency choice of jobs. It may be a little surprising, as a career choice goes. Then again, considering all the 'unexplained mysteries' going on in Beacon Hills and SF both, perhaps detectives are needed more then they ever were.

Of course, Lea Faye catches Angel's eye quickly enough. Still, he wouldn't force the issue. She'd probably come to him sooner or later. Only a matter of time, and time was a thing he had in abundance.

Liam Dunbar arrives at the career fair in his gym clothes having been tricked by Stiles into coming by being told it was to work out. His eyes go saucer big at all the jobs, and he runs in grabbing pretty much ever phamplet he sees including Baker, Marine Biologist, Brain Surgeon, and Janitorial Services... among others. It was rather amazing that he avoided the coach grabbing random kids, or perhaps he avoided Liam on purpose, the young Lacrosse stud is almost bipolar with manic shifts between cocky confident competent 'I'm just that good' Liams and dorky and clutzy cluess 'I fell in a hole' Liam. Its a bit of RNG as to which one you're going to get.

Stiles happened to fit both the "solid grades" and "troublemaker" categories, as he holds the undisputed school record for "highest GPA per average number of absences." As if that weren't enough, Coach had also tagged him for duty, too. So, standing at the main information table and wearing a name tag sticker over his customary flannel shirt. Spotting Angel, Stiles gives the vampire a curious, moderately skeptical look, as if wondering what new apocalyptic danger his presence heralds. However, Stiles is distracted from approaching Angel thanks to Liam's chaotic arrival. Hurrying over to snag the young lacrosse star by the elbow, Stiles mutters to him, "Dude, seriously? You just picked up a pamphlet for pet grooming school. Are you even paying attention? Coach is going to blame me if he thinks you're not taking this seriously!" When and how Stiles became personally responsible for Liam, he has no idea--but the Coach seems to have decided it, so it must be so.

Of course, Lydia is working the Career Fair. She probably volunteered, since her GPA is beyond compare with... most of her friends, actually. They're smart, they just don't apply themselves as hard as Lydia does. Though Lydia isn't working the booth to get in Ms. Faye's good graces, she's doing it to keep an eye on the new teacher. She has a bad history with new teachers and Beacon Hills, and it's for that reason that she's following along behind Ms. Faye, clipboard in hand. Her own red hair is loose, falling in perfect curls that frame her face just so, and her red and white floral dress has just a hint of 50's flair to it, showing off her curves without showing much skin.

Some people avoided the coach via pure luck. Soo? Soo cheated, and used his smaller size to duck down and hide amongst other students who were in a cluster. Still, required is required, and Soo is done skipping school... at least until they remember he missed almost a month at the beginning of the school year. It's not his fault he got braindrained by a bitchy blonde goddess of chaos and destruction. Okay, it literally IS his fault, because he threw himself at her. But that's mostly behind him now. Aside from the occasional night terror. There's a moment where Liam's alone with Stiles... and then... Suddenly Soo. He almost literally pops up behind the young werewolf, draping his arms around Liam's shoulders and grinning. "Oh, please. Coach is going to blame poor Greenberg. He has him wearing a jumpsuit. Like. Almost prison jumpsuit. Told him he's getting him ready for his life after high school." Soo's smile is infectious, eyes bright and full of good humor.

Ms. Faye walks along ahead of Lydia, making her rounds, and stops by the cluster of students gathered around Liam to smile at them over the tops of her little rectangular spectacles. "Pet groomer? Now, Mister Dunbar, why don't you go and visit some of the college recruitment tables, instead. You're one of our best students and most promising athletes, after all. It would be a pity to waste such talents." She winks at the group of them, then turns and walks on, swiftly approaching Angel's table. "Well, well," she remarks with a wide, even catlike smile. "Angel Investigations. What an auspicious opportunity for our students. Are you hiring them right out of school, Mister Angel?"

Meanwhile, Coach Finstock approaches Liam and the others in her wake. "Christ," he mutters under his breath. "It's bad enough I have to deal with Greenberg working this thing, but we've got shady P. I.'s from San Francisco hanging around, too?" He grunts. "Glad Ms. Faye's talking to him. That guy with the hair gel just gives me the creeps. Weird... dunno why." He shoots Liam a look. "But seriously, pet grooming?!" He snorts. "Well. At least you shwed up. Anyone seen McCall or Jackson?" He shakes his head in annoyance.

Even if it's a little late, Lance arrives with an armful of things. He's glad the booth has more or less been set up, but he sets out some brochures, a free-standing sign, and even an interactive display that he takes more time to set up than the rest of it. Once that's done, he glances around and slips behind the booth to sit there. And oh hey! It's Angel! He wiggles his fingers in the man's direction before settling into his chair.

Which is, ugh, not the most comfortable thing ever. Oh well. He's used to it. At least it's not actually Hell.

The booth indicates exciting opportunities for careers in botany and horticulture, with of course the university's botany department represented by one of their most popular and beloved students: Lance De Leon.

Angel meets the gaze evenly enough. "As a matter of fact, many of my coworkers are in their early twenties or mid twenties." Cordelia's the youngest of the bunch at 21, but Faith's 23, Gunn and Fred are both 25. "And some sets of talents are inborn. Many of the things that make a good Investigator can't be taught. "Still, we solve the cases nobody else can. Or wants to." Angel personally has had experience with just how good at 'investigating' a team of teenagers can be. Particularly in Sunnydale.

Angel also waves back at Lance.

"Stiles, you could try to look enthusiastic." Lydia teases, letting Ms. Faye slip ahead, setting aside her clipboard and absently adjusting Stiles' flannel shirt as if tryin to fix its fit. Someday, Stiles will let Lydia pick out his outfits, and on that day, he will turn all the heads. Oh, who's she kidding. He already turns all the heads. He's the hot girl. She turns to Liam and Soo, looking vaguely hopeless at their clothes. The clipboard is picked up, once more. Lydia's... supervising. "And there's Lance. I'm going to go help him set up." She winks at Liam, and then she's heading to go help the... botany student... set up, her skirt swishing slightly, revealing just a biiit of leg as she hurries toward the demon.

The werecat continues to dangle from Liam's back, letting the younger teen support most of his weight, not that there's much to it. Once Ms. Faye is gone, Soo grins wide to Coach. "I think Scott said something about helping Greenberg for a bit before coming in, something about being a good team captain and supporting even the least useful teammates in an effort to improve their behavior. Good rolemodel type stuff?" He cants his head to one side, eyes guileless. Soo can lie quite well.

Derek Hale is the last person one might expect to see at career day, or at least by people who know him well. It's not that he doesn't have a clear life path ahead of him; it's just that he doesn't really work a day job or even have to, for that matter. But here he is, sitting in his leather jacket at one of the booths, looking out at the passing students, as if daring them to actually take one of the brochures or cards.

The career? A cheerful little sign on the booth encourages the interested to "Make a career out of kindness! Day care and live-in nanny opportunities are the wave of the future!"

It's perhaps ironic, or maybe exactly appropriate, though the unexpected juxtaposition certainly doesn't tempt any on the fence to beat a path to the booth. Derek's an alpha for a reason, and it's definitely not restricted to the more bestial of the populace.

If Stiles is the hot girl, then he'll never know it. He's the one who told Scott much the same, after all, a couple of years ago. He endures Lydia's fussing with only a mild smirk, shrugging some, and says, "Enthusiastic? About a career fair? About the only way that'd happen is if Derek and Lance both--" And then he notices Lance's arrival. Blinking, he says, "Huh, well, that's--" And then he notices Derek, too, and breaks into a sputter. "Nanny!?" He looks to Finstock, shrugs, and says, "No idea why Scott's not here, Coach. Maybe he had w--? Oh." Apparently Soo knew what to say. Clapping Liam on the shoulder, he then slips away, hurrying over to where Derek is--he'll catch up to Lance in a moment, once his booth is all set up--to stand across from the alpha, lean down, and hiss, "Are you kidding me!?"

The young wolf blinks as everyone seems to harp on the last one his plan was to pick up as man as possible and look at them all later. After all if anyone did check actual GPA's Liam has one of the highest in his grade if not the highest, and he like soo was out for quite a while during his soujourn to Eichen House. He'd managed to catch up AND was working part time, and got his motorcycle license. Not to mention personal training with lance.

However, despite his natural ability he was rather unfocused. He'd taken the recent aptitude test three times and had gotten Molecular Gastronomist, Carenival Pyschic, and Surgeon, and lastly rodeo clown. Defintely unfocused results and not very helpful for the young jock. He hadn't jumped at the sudden appearance of a werecat around his neck, after all Soo is stealthy, but he has a unique scent. And after time training with Derek he's more alert than he used to be... at least some times.

He had said, "Hey Stiles... I Just like Choices. "And in response to the new teacher, "Dad already has me signed up for two classes next year for college credit." Which likely surprises like everyone when he says that, then he notices both Lance and Derek and takes a pamphlet form each of them before walking off toward's Angel's booth, quite possibly with a werecat still on his back.

Ms. Faye smirks a bit at Angel and says, "Well, then I'm sure you'll have even better luck recruiting from the local college. But then, you're not just here for the job market, are you, Sir Angel?" Folding her arms lightly across her bosom, pen dangling loosely from her fingers, she raises her eyebrows. "Tell me, what other business is it you might have here?" She shoots a glance over to Derek, eyes glittering with amusement, and says, "At least your pretense is more plausible than some."

As for the Coach, he's left sputtering as Liam, Soo, and the others all just rush off. Calling after them, he says, "Well, at least pick up some college flyers, too! Don't waste your talent on pet grooming, Dunbar!"

Angel mildly says, "Winter is coming. And I have more then a few friends here. It was probably a good idea to...pay my respects. Perhaps you'd like me to stop by more formally later?" While Angel is very new to his Knighthood, he's not at all new to being a Champion in general. Almost easier to fall back on that. The intricacies of the world he's playing in are vast, after all. And not all questions could be asked where curious coaches and students not in the know might overhear. "I'm curious as to certain choices made." Like, why here, for example. A High Sidhe could be anyone anywhere, if they so chose. This is no accident.

"Oh hey!" Lance eagerly accepts the help from Lydia. It doesn't take them long before the table is set up completely. Glancing around, he catches sight of Stiles and waves over to him, but he soon heads off to gather another chair to offer to Lydia. "It's...not the most comfortable thing around, but if you want to take a load off for a while...we could talk botany and horticulture?"

It's fair enough. Nobody seems to question Lance's cover, but then...he is sort of the most renowned and respected expert in the topic locally, on a myriad of levels.

When Liam stops by, Lance is quick to hand off some information. He points Liam (and Soo!) to the AR code on the university's banner. "There's an...interactive...web...thingy. Botany." He grins a tad dorkily.

The dorkiest werewolf went from booth to booth grabbing pretty much a pamphlet from every one, but he was focused on Angel. He hasn't had to deal with the various evil teachers in the past but he has heard of them. PLus he knew Angel was the spring knight as did the whole pack. His ears picked up the conversation, and that made the usually whimsical wolf pup focus even more he didn't know who or WHAT the new teacher was, but he did know that it was someone who recognized Angel as a knight... and that could be trouble.

He had compeltely forgotten he was dragigng someone on his back the entire time and didn't notice if Soo was also grabbing pamphlets like candy or not.

Stiles also pauses on his way to Derek's booth, peering over at Angel and Ms. Faye. His mouth slowly falls open as, listening in, he too realizes that this new teacher must be one of their sort of people--clearly fae, too, based on her use of the "sir" honorific. He shoots a glance across the room to Lydia, hoping to catch here eye, and tries as discreetly as he can to nod in the direction of Angel and Faye. Then, hurrying up, he moves the rest of the way over to where Derek is.

"I've sat in torture devices more comfortable than the chairs here." In fact, one of them was literally a chair, in this school! Still, Lydia perches in the chair, more at the edge than fully in it, keeping a good bit of her weight on her legs and feet in their low heels. "It's a scannable code for your phone." She explains to Lance, opening her own phone and turning it to scan the code, revealing the wonderful world of, well, botany, secretly relieved it isn't just a giant advertisement for legalizing weed in California.

Eventually, Soo does let go of Liam to walk on his own once more, but not before he's dragged past Derek's booth. He stops, looking quite amused. "Daycare? I can't... you with children..." A mental picture of Derek, having to play dress up with toddlers pops into mind. Derek as Elsa, singing let it go. Soo busts up laughing, but he's grinning at Derek, trying to make it clear it's the mental image that's tickling him, not the current situation... but it's hard when he's non-verbal.

As if sensing Faye's comment, and first and foremost of all responding to Stiles, Derek gives an even look ahead and leans forward, picking up one of the brochures and holding it out in offering. He even smiles a little, by the time Stiles gets there. "Why does it actually surprise you at all, considering I've been looking after a pack of teenagers for the last three years?" At least. Maybe more. "Anyway, I'm just filling in. Friend of the family was doing this, but she couldn't be here today. Because there's more demand for her in her professional capacity. Which is why nannies and day care are the wave of the future."

This is all stated with a flat, even tone. He's not excited about the business opportunities, but well...he did tell a family friend that he'd do his best. For Derek, this is about there.

Ms. Faye's smile widens at Angel's words, and she's not above glancing over at the others watching them to incline her head, nodding to each of them, as if in acknowledgement of what they're all figuring out. "'Winter is coming,'" she repeats to Angel, laughing quietly. "Oh, that's very good. Very good, indeed. I must admit, I'm delighted to see such representation in modern popular culture, too." She waves off the mention of an official visit, shaking her head, and says, "Why, did you want to join the spring dance committee? That's the sort of occasion that might call for a real champion of the students. Otherwise, I can hardly see what interest you might have. The choices you're referencing to, well. I'm sure you'll understand that the concerned parties are simply interested in protecting the best interests of all involved, especially with Beacon Hills being such a volatile little community."

Finstock, meanwhile, catches up with Lydia, stopping at Lance's table with sudden interest. "Oh, hey," he says in surprise. "They teach this in school, now? Damn! Makes me wish I'd stayed in college." He leans in close, murmuring to Lance, "Look, uh, I might be beefing up the usual order this month. With the holidays coming up, I like to--y'know--do a little baking. For gifts and all that."

Angel, a man famous for being rather terse of word, now finds himself in a verbal joust under a double veil. "I have many interests to protect. And should they feel the need for a...spring break, I will do what have to do." Though Beacon Hills IS a volatile community, and yet they sent Dawn right into it. And Joyce for that matter. At the moment, it's almost like he's gaining ideas on how to 'talk' this sort of game by watching what his far more experienced opponent does. "Friends are a valuable thing. They are never forgotten."

"I got'cha, buddy." Lance quietly replies, grinning to the coach. "Plus...free bonus gift for the amusingly-named 'Black Friday'. Should have it all ready by Tuesday." Then, louder and more incidentally, he motions to the booth. "We have campus-adjacent study programs, plus discounts and scholarships for educational professionals! Here, why not take a brochure?"

Cheerfully he picks up one from the booth and hands it to the man. Obviously, Lance knows what he's doing, so...maybe he'll end up being Finstock's education connection? It's kind of a surprise to everyone, demon included, that he's now -- somehow -- one of the most legitimate, above-board successful businesspeople in the whole room.

"Lydia can show you the uh, net experience." Gesturing to his other guest and her phone, he steps back to let her take care of that. He understands technology, he's just...not quite as proficient with smartphones as she is.

Liam heard every word and knows the new teacher is from winter. And form all the reasearch they had to do during the Glory incident he actually knows a little about winter. He steps up and takes a brochure from Angel. Then says quite casually in a soft voice as if he was asking angel specifics. "Why is winter so close? We're in California its pretty much spring all year round, around here?" Okay so its not the best cover conversation, but it gets the point across. He hopes.

Stiles glances around, assessing how many people might be watching, and visibly restrains himself from leaning in for a kiss. That would probably get them yelled at really fast. He does take a pamphlet readily, smirking, and says, "Okay, Sourwolf. That's a lot less weird than the idea of you as a nanny--for actual kids, anyway. Seriously, who can even imagine it?" He glances back to where Angel, Faye, and now Liam are chatting. Lowering his voice, he asks, "So, what do you think of all that? Seems pretty fishy for Angel to be sniffing around here. I don't have the super-hearing, so I can't tell what they're saying. Anything juicy?" He makes a show of going over Derek's materials as he speaks.

The Banshee is not comfortable with showing Finstock the website on her phone, so she has him bring out his own. He's likely to grab hers and start rummaging through her pictures out of sheer curiosity. And there are pictures on her phone no one needs to see. Except maybe Allison, Erica and Soo. They'd understand. She grins and offers to walk him through the process, pretending to have not heard the little exchange between Lance and the Coach.

"Um... besides the underwear Liam got you guys last year?" Soo asks, twirling a strand of hair innocently as he responds to Stiles' question. "There was a Game of Thrones reference, and now they're... bantering in bad code. Either they're about to bang or they don't like each other." Soo mutters. "Not that the two are exclusive."

"I think they're having a wordplay quibble," Derek notes quietly to Stiles, before nodding in Soo's direction. As if to say, what he said. "Come on, it's not that unbelievable." Is it? He seems far more concerned with Stiles finding Derek's booth utterly hilarious and beyond believable. He has to admit, Stiles is probably right: he can corral the herd of teens hanging around most of the time, but any younger and it might become an unmanageable challenge. Liam alone is kind of hard to control, although ever since the summer war, he's become much better.

Reaching out to gently rest a hand on the breast of Angel's coat, Ms. Faye lets her smile spread into a full, toothy grin. "Friends are indeed valuable, and I'm sure that my friends haven't forgotten what you did out at the gate a few weeks ago, my dear sir." She leans in close, just close enough to whisper--though not so quietly that the werefolk can't hear it clearly--and say, "In fact, we're so grateful that I don't mind telling you this: You have the word of My Lady that we are here with only the most honorable and peaceful of intentions. The Accords will be followed, and no one need fear from us--" She cuts off, glancing toward Stiles, Soo, and some of the other senior year students. Giving a mild shrug, she says, "Well. Some of their grades might suffer if they don't brush up on their Middle English poetry, but you can hardly hold that against me, can you?" Sparing Liam only the barest glance, Faye says, "Mister Dunbar, it can never be spring all of the time, even in an age of global warming. Now, don't you have college recruiters to go speak to?"

Finstock, meanwhile, has completely missed that situation. He's too fascinated by what Lydia's showing him on the phone, glancing up only to grin at Lance. "Sweet. And don't worry, I'll make sure there's a little holiday bonus in it for you, too, buddy." He points at the screen, about to ask a question, when he suddenly glances up, as if some sixth sense had been triggered, to shout across the gymnasium, "What the--!? Greenberg, get the hell away from that cake!" Because there's a cake, a giant sheet cake being handed out slice by slice to the various folks running booths, and it looks like Greenberg had been about to try to shove the whole thing into a trash bin. Is he just an idiot, or is he trying to piss off the coach? Maybe both. Either way, Finstock tosses off a quick "'Scuse me," and then he's jogging across the room to shout some sense (likely fruitlessly) into his least favorite lacrosse player.

Angel, in turn, graciously accepts what was said, "Thank you, milady. That's what I needed to hear." It's very interesting to the vampire that she'd appear to be flirting with him at the very least to anyone without super senses. Yeah, he's got some medieval speech of his own here and there. Angel seems considerably more relaxed now, perhaps even more like he's enjoying the career fair. So now, Angel can, well, chill for a while. At least till the people he knows approach him for conversation.

Lance cheerfully acknowledges the coach with a nod and a little wave. Once he's alone again, he glances to Lydia. "Thanks. Y'know, I'll bet you'd be great in the botany department. Of course...you'd probably be great just about anywhere, right?" With a chuckle, he returns to the back of the booth and seats himself, leaning slightly back in his chair.

A glare might be on the puppy's face for a second, but he also knows that the fae are about as likely to take him seriously as well Lydia is to follow his fashion advice. In the old day's he'd likely have raged-puppied, and been restrained by the vampire or the fae; but those times are gone. Instead, he just sighs and picks up whatever material Angel has, he doesn't knwo the vampire that well, but all the pack has dealt with him on occasion, plus there's the party. "So what do you think? I'm leaning towards Atheletic trainer, Trying out Molecular gastronomy, or unde--- er model."

"Quibble? Anything good?" Stiles asks, leaning back to half-sit on Derek's table and folding his arms across his chest. He smirks a little at Derek's question, though, and says, "Derek, I can picture you baking pie for a fancy tea party easier than I picture you as a nanny." He bites his lips slightly, holding back a laugh, and says, "Just saying it makes me picture you dressed like Mary Poppins, and that's... yeah. Just, no." He looks back over at Derek, winking, and then says, "But, y'know, I guess I see the logic. You are an expert at robbing the cradle, right?"

Lydia watches Coach run off with amusement, crossing her legs as she looks over at Lance, one eyebrow raised slightly, an ever so faintly wicked smile toying at the corners of her lips. "I've been told I'm great, everywhere." She winks at him, then goes back to fiddling with her phone briefly, shutting it off and tucking it away a moment later, glancing toward her teacher and the PI.

"The accords will be followed... Um... Something about Middle English poetry, and bad grades." Soo mutters, "She wants him to hold something against her. I'm still not sure if they're flirting or fighting." His eyes narrow faintly, and he's suddenly slipping away from Derek and Stiles, moving with speed enough that they'd have to shout to stop him... and suddenly, he's at Lea's side, eyes bright, head canted slightly to one side. Reaching out a hand to take a brochure from Angel, his smile reaches Cheshire proportions at the Fae woman. He's always been fascinated by them, this could be bad.

TheFoxLook

"The Fox Look"

Derek gives Stiles an even look, and it is a look that will probably be familiar to Stiles. It is often called the "fox look", because of a comparable expression on a picture of a fox that made the rounds on their social media circles. For everyone else, it just looks like he's giving a completely emotionless stare. To Stiles and the rest of they pack, they'll know it's more of a "really?" sort of gesture.

Oh Stiles, you are going to be working hard to make up for that series of faux pas.

Lea Faye inclines her head to Angel, apparently satisfied with their exchange, and says, "I'm so pleased we had the chance to speak. You've become such a favorite in our circles recently." She pauses, then, to look back to Liam and says, "Model? Well, what would you be modeling? Good behavior, I hope, Mister Dunbar." She looks again to Angel, nods once more, and says, "I wish you very well with your recruitment, sir." Then, just as she's about to drift gracefully away, she's confronted with a widely grinning Soo. Arching an eyebrow, she says, "Mister Park, did you need something?"

Angel has to halfsmile a little at being upgraded to 'favorite in the circle.' Even if he knows that's actually going to come with a crapton of politics and whatnot. Still, things are very much for the best rught now. "Thank you." He doesn't expect to get too many leads, then again, it's possible. Erica very nearly became a part of his team. There might be more potential then he thought.

Lance hands out another couple of pamphlets to some passing students. He seems more likely to point them to the interactive display, but he actually knows what he's doing and can answer their questions too. Maybe it's a side most of the others haven't seen much of, with him: super professional scientist guy! But then, that is the reason why he came to Beacon Hills in the first place.

The pup blinks as the teacher answers him instead of Angel, which made him blush to high heavans, and then quickly excuse him self and go back through touring the fair making sure to try his best to get every pamphlet....

Stiles raises his eyebrows at Derek, projecting an air of absolute innocence, and says, "What? It's totally viable experience!" He hops up from the table, turning around, to lean back across to grin at Derek. "You can't blame me for thinking you make a better alpha than a babysitter!" He gives Derek a look of plain appeal. "Catch you later? I want to go check out Lance's booth, too, before Coach or Ms. Faye give me more work to do and I lose my chance!" He leans across, darting in for a quick kiss to Derek's cheek when he hopes nobody's looking, and then rushes off toward Lance's table.

Lydia watches Lance with obvious amusement, enjoying the glimpse into his multifaceted personality, and helping with the web stuff if other students run into an issue, her good humor remaining through the rest of the fair, apparently losing her concern over Ms. Faye for the moment.

The werecat clears his throat slightly, then speaks, almost more a sing-song, in more than passible pronunciation,

Ichot a burde in boure bryht

That fully semly is on syht,
Menskful maiden of myht;

Feir ant fre to fonde.

He then smiles another little smile. "I'm finding it easier to remember the songs than the poems." He explains. His own odd little way of noting he'd heard at least a little of the conversation, and that he's been working on his homework. He's going to get better grades for his final year, or he's going to have to go into a career that doesn't require a degree.

Derek remains impassive...until a moment after that kiss. He smiles, just a little bit, and reaches over to mess up Stiles's so-particular hairstyle. It's not quite bedhead, but it's close enough now. He sits back and then looks to the next advancing group of students, face immediately dropping to his more neutral and far more imposing expression.

Take a brochure. He dares you.

This Career Day might just make for an inordinately steely generation of future nannies and day care workers, inexplicable except for the stand-out experience today. It just seemed like the thing to do, they'd reflect. Only the strong could handle it. Only the brave could even try to get information about it.

Blou northerne wynd!

Send thou me my suetyng!

Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!

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