Office Hours, Monday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.

He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.

It was starting to be a habit here, people.


[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]

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[puppy_fair]

It was too late. Zack was built to keep going, and going, and... Well. Maybe not as long as the Energizer Bunny. He wasn't immortal, or anything.

"I'm pretty sure I can do just as much bouncing around without any sugar," Zack noted. "Actually, it's probably better that I don't have any sugar. I'd probably crash pretty hard if I did, you know?"

From sugar-high to sugar-coma in the blink of an eye. It could be epic.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but do we really wanna risk that?"

[puppy_fair]

"Risk a nap?" Zack squinted a little, thinking that over. "Or do you figure I'll find some way to blow something up if I have sugar first? I really don't think I'm that bad."

Oh, he was that bad.

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

"As far as I know, it's not," Glinda said. "Unless someone is pulling a joke on both of us?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"How about you stay away from explosives just to be on the safe side, hmmm?"

[puppy_fair]

"I'm pretty sure that can be arranged," Zack decided.

To his credit, he was only pouting a teeny bit.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

...it was like kicking a puppy.

"Another time."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool waved dismissively. "Everything is a joke. All played by either men with typewriters or woman with computers."

[puppy_fair]

Aww, Deadpool was the best!

"Cool! Swords first, huh? Wednesday, where?"

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

Glinda blinked, and nodded slowly. And wondered what she could possibly say in response to that, if anything.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool just leaned over to give her a friendly pat. "Thanks for the cookies, though!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"The gym. The one in town." A beat. "Unless... nah, I might get fired if I lure an impressionable kid out into the woods to have my way with him in a swordfight."

...yeah.

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

This was ground that Glinda knew. "Oh, no problem whatsoever," she chirruped. "And I wonder... perhaps you could tell me more about this television thing?"

[puppy_fair]

"Fired? For swordfighting?"

That was absurd. Almost as unlikely as getting fired for scrapbooking, or something. Honestly.

"The gym it is, then!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I can do one better," Deadpool insisted. "I can bring you one and some quality shows with which to introduce you to the wonder of the television."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Something about endangering the life of a minor, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention."

[puppy_fair]

"Minor what?"

He was already a high-ranking member of the elite military on his planet. Being a minor didn't have much to do with how endangered his life did or didn't get.

"What difference does it make if we're in the gym or in the forest? We're still using swords either way, aren't we?"

[veryverypopular.livejournal.com]

"Well, if it's not any trouble, then I'm sure that would be quite enjoyable," Glinda replied.

[badassfullback.livejournal.com]

"Not likely," Riggins said. "I guess I'll see you again when I need to punch you."

He almost couldn't wait.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Laws." PFF. Who needed them? "But that's no matter! I'll meet you there, mmmkay?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'll even bring the popcorn," Deadpool promised.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'll make sure to reserve myself a bed at the clinic."

[puppy_fair]

"Weird laws," Zack decided, and then he shrugged it off. "Wednesday at the gym in town, then. I'll be there!"

A beat. A grin.

"And thanks!"

Exercise, yay!

[badassfullback.livejournal.com]

Riggins gave Deadpool one last bitchy look before leaving his office.

He was such an idiot.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had questions. Emma did not like having questions, she liked answers.

"Who are you?" she asked, standing in the doorway. "And how the bloody hell do you know anything about me?"