Office Hourse, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

You know, you'd think not being anywhere near Nate would mean avoiding the Blues Clues crowd. But noooo.

They were stalking him. Even at work!

"So... should we give her a gun?"

[[For that principal lady and kid and then another later.]]

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[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe couldn't keep from glaring at him over Grace's head. She'd be in enough trouble if or when John found out she'd left the house. "We're going to be starting her with blunt objects," she said. "Or I'll just make her cry. She's got quite the piercing scream when she's not happy."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"They all seem to." Deadpool eyed her warily. Maybe she was in cahoots with Jan. You never knew. "I got plenty of extras if you need anything, you know."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"I appreciate that. But I have plenty of weapons myself, and I wouldn't dare leave you without a piece of your arsenal."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I have spares!" A lot of 'em. "But, fine fine. You're armed to the teeth and a MILF. We know this."

[bigdamnprincipal]

With one hand, Zoe covered Grace's eyes, and with the other, she reached over to punch Deadpool on the arm. "There are certain words that my daughter does not need to learn yet, and that is one of them."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Awwww, you're the best mommy ever!"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Unaware that he was interrupting this touching moment in parenting, Cal knocked on the door to the office of the insane pajama wearing vice principal, and then tried to stop rolling the paper in his hands into a tube and hitting against his palms. He had to be good to it; it was his Proof that he wasn't a horrible, apathetic person and was actually doing Important Things to Help.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...isn't this a Saturday?" Why was there a kid in his office. Another kid.

[bigdamnprincipal]

"We're here today, aren't we?" Zoe pointed out.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

That really didn't help the whole idly mutilating the paper with crinkling and rolling. Cal arched an eyebrow and knocked again.

"Um, hello? Important information delivery."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Is this to serve me with papers?" Deadpool asked, peering at them curiously.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"What?" Cal asked, then shook his head, because it didn't matter, and he handed the paper over. "It's just some handwavey handwavey cohesion of some of the stuff still to be played out we found out in the library. About, you know, the zombies? So, like, there's a good chance that it's all some voodoo related curse, and there's a way to lift the curse so that everyone turns back to normal. Only thing is, you need another pretty good voodoo witch-doctor whatever to lift it, but the only voodoo witchdoctor ever on the island went underground ages ago, but he did have something to do with the gremlins, go figure..."

Cal trailed off a little, then shrugged. "It's all in there."

[bigdamnprincipal]

'Voodoo' and 'curse' and 'gremlins' were all things that Zoe didn't like to hear individually, let alone together, and she sighed as she took the paper.

"Thank you for bringing this to us," she said. "And for getting it all together. Tell the others that we're grateful for the research you've all been doing."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Cal rubbed the back of his head a little. "No problem. Good luck, uh, figuring something out?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Thank you," Zoe said. "I'm afraid we're going to need it."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well. Walla walla bing bang." Deadpool said seriously. "I think we need to get working on this one."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Definitely," Zoe said. "We need to get everyone on the same page and working together."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I can get to the radio station to tell people. Since... you know. I have to now." A beat. "You know why. Damn that Joss."

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe rolled her eyes, but nodded nonetheless. "I'll see what can be done about the gremlins. This should be entertaining, at least."