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[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 6th
Where: EVERYWHERE
WHAT: SNOW (BONUS TREE DECORATING)

As a quiet Friday dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Tonight would be the night.



By Saturday morning, the entire academy would be covered in snow.

BUT WAIT



That wasn't all--a large pine tree had made an appearance on the main quad, in desperate need of decoration.

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[raced_god]

"Right."

AND OFF THEY WENT, in the general direction of the teacher's dorms, trudging through the snow, Falcon casting a glance back every so often to make sure Desmond wasn't LOST or something.

"Just the snow," he replied. "Not much else to look at."

[wassa_matta_you]

Still there, still following. He wasn't weaving uncontrollably and running into other civilians as if some greater power were trying to guide him through a crowd in a discreet fashion. Desmond had far more control than that, of course.

As for his answer... Well, he felt kind of stupid now. "Guess not."

...Wait a minute.

"Do you usually stare at snow for fun?" You know, it's probably not nice to tease the one guy that knows where he's going but HEY.

[raced_god]

Falcon left Desmond to die in the cold

[raced_god]

Okay no he didn't, but he thought about it, even if they were on the main quad and like ten yards from the closest building. What he does offer is a LOOK over his shoulder at Desmond as if to ask what kind of question that is, even.

What kind of question is that, even?

No. It was time to turn the tables.

"So what is it you do? You work here?"

[wassa_matta_you]

HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE DOING, but he goes with it.

"Uh, yeah."

It was the first time Desmond immediately felt the compulsion to lie about why he was here. Considering this man was staff, he reconsidered his story and added, "At least I will be." Yeah. "Soon." Yeah.

[raced_god]

Falcon RAISED HIS EYEBROWS. That was not very specific, good sir, which meant that he was going to pry a little more. "Yeah? Doing what?"

[wassa_matta_you]

STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. Why do they always ask questions?

Desmond had no idea what positions came with working in a school besides a teacher, a principal, a dean, and -

...Connor!

"Janitor."

He quietly cursed his sudden commitment to garbage and kid puke.

[raced_god]

"Ah." Falcon nodded in a knowing but also totally judgey way. Can you feel the judgement, Desmond.

"Well, there's a lot to clean up around here. You'll be busy."

Oh look it was the teacher's dorms.

[wassa_matta_you]

He can feel the judgment, Captain. Right in the cockles.

"You can say that again," Desmond muttered, the words 'clean up' carrying an entirely different definition for him.

But hooray, teacher's dorms and no one had to die to get here. Desmond looked up at the building upon their approach.

His guide had a curious air about him, so he would continue to be curious about him. "Teacher? Counselor?" What else was there? "Lunch lady?"

[raced_god]

"I teach autoshop," he said simply. It wasn't like it was uncommon knowledge. "And coach the football team."

Two incredibly unrelated professions, neither of which were the lunch lady. He'd let Desmond meet Nancy on his own.