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Zoe had figured out that something weird was going on, but it didn't seem bad, so she was continuing about her day as usual for the time being. That meant making sure her files had everything from the first week of school, and peeking at the applications she'd gotten so far for the Student Council. It was already shaping up to be another strange year, that was for sure.

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Date: 2015-09-05 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
Bristow entered less as if he owned the place and more as if the place owed him a blood debt that he was calling in.

In other words, he walked in normally.

Date: 2015-09-05 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
Bristow's eyebrow raised slightly. "The opportunity arose to make a personal inspection of my school. I took it. What, exactly, is surprising about that?"

Date: 2015-09-05 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"It will always be my school." As if to demonstrate, Bristow performed a curious motion on the door jamb and produced a soup spoon which he tucked inside his jacket. Whether the spoon had always been there or he was just performing gauche sleight-of-hand is entirely dependent on how much the school's been rebuilt from the ground up since he was last there up for debate.

Date: 2015-09-05 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"I think we can both agree that the school board is the least important part of this school." Bristow glanced around. "I will admit, I did not expect to return to find things in relatively stable condition. I can only assume that you're motivating the students properly through a mixture of healthy fear and positive encouragement."

Date: 2015-09-05 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
Any good will that Bristow was showing disappeared as his mouth took on a painful tightness. "If you think that you can offer a safe haven in Fandom, then you are deeply mistaken. While that may be unfortunate for anyone else, it is gross incompetence for someone in your position. This island is full of dangers. Your job, which you appear to neglect, is to prepare these children for the difficult lives they will lead."

Date: 2015-09-06 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"Clearly, you have a different interpretation of the position. I may disagree, but I have not been here myself. This appears to be a different Fandom than the one I left and your take may be more appropriate for it. Never let it be said that I am unadaptable." There wasn't an apology in there. There wasn't any contrition. Bristow had no regrets that he indicated out loud.

Date: 2015-09-06 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"I am sure you've been briefed on the chaos that was part and parcel with the early days of the school. If Fandom has been without that kind of disorganized dangerous chaos, then you have been very fortunate indeed. At my best, I could only hope to keep the school running from day-to-day. If you've actually managed to keep the deadlier influences at bay, if Fandom is truly safer, then..." Bristow was not a man who easily admitted this. "Then the school is in better hands than it was."

Date: 2015-09-06 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"School administration was never my strong suit, in any case. I was only here out of necessity. My particular skills are best utilized in other endeavors. Speaking of which..." Bristow reached into his suit jacket and produced a well-used, discolored spoon. Impaled on the spoon was a wriggling gremlin.

"On my way to your office, I was attacked by this gremlin. It shambled up and attempted to bite me. I recognized the movement from the zombie invasion of '05. You may have a problem on your hands. But, from what I've seen, it's nothing you can't handle."

Date: 2015-09-06 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"I was here for only four months, but I will always be deeply invested in Fandom and its students. If you ever need my assistance, just call." He pushed a white card with a phone number and no other information. "Marshall assures me that this will reach me from any dimension."

Date: 2015-09-07 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spyprincipal.livejournal.com
"So I've found. I won't take up any more of your time. I am heading to the community center to make contact with some former students assets former students if possible."

He paused at the doorway. "Also, while I surmise that you're reasonably well-armed, there is a discolored flagstone outside the student dormitories. Lift it up and pour three ounces of good scotch into the hole below it." He smiled faintly, like a lightly pencil drawing of a smile that had been furiously erased at the edges. "You can never have too many spoons on hand."

Date: 2015-09-06 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Finding himself back in Fandom, there were certain people he knew he needed to see, if they were still around. His step mom was high on that list. Dean knocked on the half open door. "Uh, hi," he said when Zoe looked up.

Okay, he wasn't really good at this reunion thing.

Date: 2015-09-06 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean grinned at that. "How about I hug you while being all rugged and manly?" he quipped then quickly crossed the room to hug her tightly. "Damn, it's good to see you."

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