The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Wilson needed to talk to Dean Washburn which was part of the reason he was up on campus this Wednesday.

Whistling softly he came upon the door and knocked lightly.

"Dean Washburn, do you have a minute?" Never hurt to be polite, right?

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Zoe glanced up, happy to set the evil forms aside for the moment, and smiled. "Certainly. Come on in," she said.

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As a fellow member of the 'paperwork is evil' club, Wilson returned the smile and quickly stepped on into the office.

"Thank you, Dean. I'll try not to take up too much of your time. I am here to submit a proposal for a field trip, a joint field trip actually, between my Tuesday period 6 Humor class and Aziraphale's Monday period 1 Prophesy classes."

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"Oh? That sounds like an interesting combination. Where were you hoping to go?" she asked, sounding intrigued.

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Pleased at the intrigued sound of her voice, Wilson grinned and put a piece of paper in front of her. On it he had listed out each class roster, his own name and Aziraphale's and a list of three possible dates.

"We'd like to take the group to Las Vegas. For my class the proposal is to show them some at least one, perhaps two if I can manage it, famous comedic acts so they can see how the different styles of comedy and humor are worked by the professionals and also observe the affect these shows have on the audience, to see humor in action so to speak. Aziraphale's class would be going on a tour of the seers, prophets, fortune tellers, etc who set up shop in Vegas to make money off tourists, to see how these people use Prophecy in a capitalistic manner but also to discern who might be legit, then to write up on their findings."

~~No one was dare going to uh...party hardy in Vegas!!! ... Really ... purely educational here.~~

"The idea is to leave Friday right after the last class and be back on Sunday evening, so the students wouldn't miss any other classes. I'm fairly certain that Aziraphale and I can handle the groups but if you feel it would be safer to have an extra chaperone or two, we could see if it might fit another faculty member's schedule?"

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Zoe looked over the paper, taking in the lists along with what Wilson was saying. "That certainly sounds like something that will keep the students' attention ~~totally educational attention, of course~~. And I'm impressed at how you managed to fit both classes in there," she said, smirking. "I think that'll be a good trip. Are these the three dates you were thinking about?" Zoe asked, pointing to the sheet. "The third one would probably be the best."

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Wilson craned his head slightly to peer at the dates and then he nodded.

"Nov 10-12? Yes, that can certainly be made to work if it all meets with your approval, Dean?"

Wilson certainly and completely did not bounce on his toes.

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"Consider it approved," she said, smiling and marking the dates down on her own calendar. "I'm sure it'll give your students something to look forward to."

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"Excellent!" Wilson said with a bright smile. "Thank you, Dean Washburn."

With another quick smile, he turned and headed for the door, certain that she probably had a full day in front of her.

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bigdamnprincipal - Date: 2006-09-06 10:58 pm (UTC) - Expand

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Darth Vader stood in the doorway and breathed.

It was creepy.

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It certainly was creepy, but after dealing with Reavers for a good portion of her life, creepy was something she could handle.

"Hi there," she said, maintaining a friendly tone.

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"I am Lord Vader," he intoned. "You wished to see me."

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"Yes, I apologize for the summons, but I wasn't sure if you'd come to see me on your own," she said lightly. "Welcome back, by the way."

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Vader froze halfway across the room.

"I'm not him any more," he snarled.

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Zoe glanced up and down at Vader. "That's certainly apparent," she remarked. "I had a very interesting conversation with an Emperor Palpatine, who filled me in on some necessary details about your background. But I've been hearing rumors that make me wonder if he left some things out."

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Vader's hands clenched together so hard that the leather creaked. The mental profanity he was aiming at the Emperor at the moment was both varied and physically impossible.

"He's been known to do that," Vader gritted out.

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John knocked on Dean Washburn's door, still trying to get his anger completely back under control.

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"Come in," Zoe said, speaking before she glanced over towards the door fully. "Can I help you?"

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"I hope so," John said, coming into the office. "I'm John Winchester, I teach Hunting. I was hoping to get some clarification on some school rules.

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"Ah, it's nice to meet you," she said, smiling. "Have a seat if you'd like. What can I clear up for you?"

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John sat in the chair opposite the desk. "What's the policy on students staging protests outside classes?"

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Zoe thought about that for a few moments, before shaking her head. "To be honest, I don't think we have one that says one way or the other, whether it's all right, or it isn't."

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"You might need to see about getting one," John said, "because I had a student outside my class today, with appropriate accompanying sign chanting 'Hunting is murder.'"

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