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I've moved the date to the 26th. It shouldn't make a difference, but I want to make sure everyone is well informed that the party will be happening a day before.

But I need some help, mostly in decorating. I have food and refreshments already handled, but I'm at a loss as to how to decorate and clean up the entire classroom on my own. I'm looking for volunteers who would chip in to helping me. I will make it worth your while. I would not ask for labor without a reward.

Also, pumpkins. If anyone is interested in submitting a carved pumpkin, please do so. They will all be part of the decorations and the best pumpkin will receive a prize. This is not the time to joke and submit a pumpkin with a phallic image carved into it. I will not accept anything that isn't appropriate!

A prize will also be given out for best costume, so I encourage to dress up!

Also, could I perhaps request the Music club for entertainment? I will gladly join in, but I cannot be playing music the entire time since I am the host. I don't really have any other means for music and entertainment otherwise. Dancing will be involved so I would really hope that we have music accompanying it. You can't really dance without music. That would be rather silly.

C'est tellement fatigant ...

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Has the events that transpired really done enough of a number for you to crawl into anonymity in an attempt to let things blow over?
Really now.
What in the bloody blazes is going on?
You cannot convince me that this is because you decided to get rough with a fellow professor.

[Well. That was a surprisingly forward.

Bro stares at the reply for a long time, conflicting emotions boiling up all around. He's already told Dirk the truth. It was difficult and hard, but he managed to get through it. And if there's anyone he would trust with this, somehow it's Rose. Rose is mature and intelligent and rational. They may not have the best relationship, but he feels like he can trust her with anything. Maybe it's because she's a Lalonde and reminds him so much of Roxanne.

Either way, it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is that he feels like he can and should tell her. He doesn't think she'll take it badly. He's nervous, but. If Dirk can accept it, he knows for a fact Rose can too.]

You're right. There's a lot more to it than that. I punched him for a lot of reasons. The biggest is that he's a huge bag of dicks who can't mind his own business and stay out of people's shit.

The other reason is that I was really upset.

I mean, I'm sure you heard the commentary. Made it sound like I was up Donoghue and Matteris's ass the entire time, didn't it? Well it wasn't far off. I was distracted the whole time.

Murdoc- Professor Donoghue, that is- and I are...

Well. It's complicated. I don't know what we are.

And some of the shit that happened in the match pissed me off. So I punched Rhydderch afterwards to blow some steam. It was really fucking stupid of me, but it is what it is and I can't change that.

But yeah, I guess I just figured I should tell you you're right, and that there was way more to it than that.

If you've got any questions, you're more than welcome to hit me with them. I know it's a huge clusterfuck of bullshit. So if I can clarify anything, then I'll try.

Also I think it goes without saying, but don't tell anybody.

I

That is too

Are you in your office right now?

[Or.

Maybe his previous thoughts were completely wrong and it was a really, really bad idea to tell her holy fucking shit ugh crap damn it.

Needless to say, now he's afraid.]

~~Uh, what d~~

~~Are you o~~

~~I didn't mean to~~

Yes.

Five minutes.

[And she is prompt as usual. There's a knock on the door, and Bro must know it's her. There would be no other person who should be coming to Bro's door. It's like she might as well make visiting Bro part of her schedule now.] It's me.

[Pretty much the longest 5 minutes of his entire life. When he hears the knock, he's at the door nearly before she can speak, pulling it open.]

Hey.

[It's... a few seconds before he realizes that he's in the way, and he steps aside promptly.]

[Rose just steps inside. Today she is wearing a scarf with ponies knit into the design.]

I feel as though I don't really know the entire picture as to what's going on.

It seemed better to do this in person than to do so through journals.

[He thinks her scarf is nice. He finds himself focusing on it, because it's comforting in a weird way. It's good that she can't see him staring at it. He closes the door behind her, and as she speaks his heart starts racing a little.]

Uh... look- I'm sorry if that was too much. I just thought maybe you'd wanna know. But... admittedly, maybe it was a lot to take in? And I'm sorry. It was probably just too much to dump on you all at once, so if you want, I could... I dunno? Wipe your memory? Take the load off? I don't want to burden you with shit that you have to keep a secret. I should've asked first. I'm really fucking sorry, Rose. It was kinda dumb of me. And it probably sounds kinda stupid to you anyway. I understand if you just don't wanna be bothered with this shit, y'know?

[And finally a breath.]

I think you forget that it's in my blood to know everything that is happening, regardless if it's my business or not. I take pride in sticking my nose in as many things as possible.

[She finds a seat and settles down into it.]

I'm not here to try and forget. I want to be clarified as to what exactly is going on. If you don't wish to go into detail about it, I'll begrudgingly accept your space.

You are my...father after all.

[More and more like her mother every day. That alone is comforting.

But what's more comforting is the last thing she says. Acknowledging that just makes him feel better than anything. Because he's silly like that- he's always just kind of felt like a 'bro' to the kids. Not a dad. And she... even if hesitantly, acknowledged him. It's a good feeling. He moves and brings up a chair next to her, before taking a seat.]

No, no... I. I mean, if you wanna know stuff, then I really don't mind telling you. I just thought your reaction seemed a little... put off, or something. Like you were upset. I dunno. I guess I...am just nervous. I've only told Dirk, of all people.

[She's already aware that this must be what Dirk was upset about.]

Well. I can't say I'm not a little shocked. I didn't know the reasoning stemmed to something deeper than just wanting to slug a fellow Professor in the face. I will just handle this with stride. You have been fairly stupendous at giving me sudden news. This honestly can't beat being told you're my father, so you don't have to worry about over the top reactions. My breasts are calm like the ocean. [She's trying to lighten the mood. Trying.]

I am honestly a little shocked. It's not something I was expecting.

[He looks away at the mention of that particular announcement. He still feels kinda awkward about that. It hadn't gone the best in the world, though he has to admit this is going a lot better already. But he does feel better at her attempt at lightening the mood. It does help, even if just a little. And it doesn't hurt that it cements the fact she definitely has some Strider in there, too.]

Believe me... I never expected any of this to happen, either. I never meant to get any kind of feelings for him...

[He gives a light shrug, before letting out a sigh.]

Fucking feelings and all that. They just come on so damn suddenly. They're like a disease.

I'm not really sure where to even begin, though. Mind giving me a prod in the direction that'd be most helpful in helping you understand everything?

[It took awhile for it to start showing, with all the Lalonde covering it. :,)]

Ah. Disease is a very good way of explaining feelings. It makes it sound like it's possible to cure it. I will continue to wish for such a thing for years to come.

I suppose. When did you two start becoming interested? [A pause.] He is interested, right? Although I thought he were...well, engaged? Never in my life would I think your entire love life would suddenly turn into a trash romance novel.

Yeah, I'm with you there. Life'd be easier if you could just eradicate all feelings. Like smallpox.

[At her next words, Bro grows silent for a little while. That was a very blunt way to put it, and it puts it into perspective just how... fucked up this whole thing is.][He decides that it would be easier if he had a distraction while he tells the story, so he gets up. He moves across the room and begins making coffee and another expresso for Rose like the previous meeting.]

Things were really rocky after that, but... I dunno, I guess we both kinda changed? And then all of a sudden we were getting along better. Awkwardly, but better. And- okay, Rose... this is a little TMI, and I'm sorry, but it's part of the story, and I guess I can't really leave it out. I'll gloss over it as best I can.

[Now that he's telling the story, he's... really telling the story. And just can't stop himself. It's as if he's been waiting for this opportunity. Talking about it and putting it into perspective is... oddly comforting.]

Anyway, uh. It kinda became a game? Because he seemed so prude-ish. So I wanted to get into his pants just to prove I could. But I also wanted to get to know him better, just so we'd stop being so goddamn bitter towards each other. So I... lied to him about not knowing how to swim, so he'd give me private lessons and we could talk.

By then, I was just really conflicted, 'cuz the whole game thing seemed kinda douchey and I realized I just wanted to get to know him better. But then shit happened! Shit I really, seriously didn't expect. I don't even know how it happened? But... I dunno, god. That night. Something changed, and I don't even really get it?

[He sounds kind of far off by that point, as if he's really just thinking hard about it.]

I kissed him. And he punched me- because I guess it was a bit too much to take in, or something. He left, and I really didn't even know what to think. Honestly it was kinda depressing. But I got over it... And we talked a little more. He didn't push me away. We got closer and things were going good. But then Snow came... And everything kinda got fucked up. He threatened to deport Matteris, and so Murdoc proposed marriage to help her.

I was upset at first, but. Then some shit happened and instead of staying away from each other like we agreed to, we... Didn't. Even though we probably should. Even though he's still... in love with her. But the thing is...

[He pours the coffee and expresso into a cup and makes his way back over and sits down, offering her the cup.]

She doesn't love him. She's just using him. She told me that herself. And I think he's starting to really, seriously like me. Even if he still loves her, too. And I mean... I know I'm being really goddamn selfish here, but. He makes me happy. He also makes me really fucking miserable, but. The happiness makes it worth it, and I just can't stay away.

So yeah, I guess... you're right. This is one fucked up trash romance novel if I ever did see one.

[He breathes another sigh, and just brings his coffee up to take a swallow, flinching heavily as he ends up burning himself on it. Goddamn it.]

[Rose just holds the cup in her hands carefully. In that...she's trying to think about how to say what's on her mind except it's impossible and wow, if you ever wondered how to make her speechless you fucking did a smashing job on that.

Rose is pretty much floored at what she was told. She thought the marriage thing was rather sudden, but Merlin's beard what?

She just kind of sits there with the blankest look on her face.]

...I see.

[She's just trying to wrap her mind around things. The whole wanting to try and sleep with him doesn't surprise her honestly. She always kind of assumed Bro was a little promiscuous. Maybe that's a little mean for her to assume, but she can't help it considering it's Bro and the other was a little too verbal about these things for his own good.

But it was a little conflicting to hear these things about her Professors and a little distressing at that.]

This is a little messy.

[Honestly, her lack of much response is a little worrisome. He's afraid maybe he said too much, again, but. He really couldn't stop. Laying it all out like that was just really cathartic. It made it easier to see just when he started falling for him.

But still, he. Wonders if maybe it was too much.]

Yeah... It's really, really messy. Honestly, I... sometimes I wonder if I should stop being selfish, and just. step back. Far, far away. And forget about all of this. But I dunno. Anyway- it doesn't matter, I shouldn't... be talking to you about all of that, I guess. Since... it's really not something I expect you to help with, or. I mean. I don't even need help with it, y'know? I'll figure it out.

I just told you to help you understand, really. I don't expect you to have answers.

[Because now he's... starting to feel awkward. Like he opened up a whole lot and he just feels really vulnerable. He doesn't need help.

Or at least he won't admit he needs help.]

Is there anything you need clarifying, or... did I do well enough explaining it all? I don't want there to be any confusion or anything. That'd be awkward.

No, I'm not confused.

[She takes a small sip from her cup before settling her hands and the cup back on her lap.]

But I want to know. Does he enjoy your company as you enjoy his?

[This feels a lot like a certain relationship she's already had to deal with before. Why read novels when you can experience everything personally? Jesus Christ.] And what you're saying is true? His feelings are unrequited in terms of his current engagement. It's mostly just for the sake of making sure that she can stay here and continue teaching.

[Bro just nods after a few seconds of considering her words.]

Yeah... I think so, at least. We went on a date this last Hogsmeade. If he didn't like me, I don't think that would've happened. So... I hope he does. I dunno, I'm not good at reading him sometimes.

[But... he smiled at him. And they held hands. And it was really nice.]

And that's right. She doesn't love him. She told me herself, and that she thinks he's a fool or whatever for still having feelings for her. Honestly, it pisses me off... [And his tone makes that obvious.]

She's more selfish than I am.

He really does take after you. [Striders and your feelings. Gosh!]

Humans are naturally selfish creatures. I don't think you wanting something like this necessarily makes you a terrible person or anything.

[She places the half finished cup of espresso on the closest table she can find.]

And it takes two to form a relationship. So regardless if you are selfish for wanting it, you are not the only active participant in this current fiasco. He is just at fault as you are in this regard.

[She slowly unties the scarf around her neck as she gets to her feet.] I don't see why one should not at least try to pursue happiness. It might be messy and it might cause problems, but I believe you two are already aware of that. [She just walks over to him and neatly ties the scarf around his neck securely.] Your happiness is just as important as the next person, father.

[Her first statement catches him off guard.

But it's honestly nothing compared to the rest. He opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it, compelled to listen to everything she has to say. And geez if it isn't really comforting. Everything she's saying makes him feel better... validated. The fact it's coming from Rose makes it even more so, because she's a Lalonde. She's his daughter. Those two qualities just make everything she says comforting.

He's a little confused though, when she starts unwrapping her scarf. He watches her intently while also listening. His eyebrows shoot up when she begins wrapping it around his neck.

And then she says those last few words, and that's it.

He's done.

He wasn't expecting to hear that at all. But he's touched by that. So much. And so completely overwhelmed- she called him father. She... he can't handle that. Everything she said was just what he needed to hear. All of it.

Bro honestly can't stop himself. All of a sudden he's leaning forward, arms wrapping around Rose and pulling her into a very tight hug.]

[She isn't sure if she should have said it. She knows a lot of problems will arise, but she feels this was a lot like Dave's feelings for John in some regard, and it honestly wasn't like feelings changed. They did. And it really wasn't her place to judge. The heart knows what's best or at least it knows what it wants.

She lets out a bit of an exasperated sigh. But it sounded only halfhearted. She just didn't really know how to do this hugging thing. Physical affection is weird and affection is weird. She doesn't really know how to do it properly. It made for a very awkward daughter, but she was trying.

But after a moment, she finally wrapped her arms around him.]

You are prone to doing the most ridiculous and rather asinine things and it's honestly exhausting. But...you are trying.

That is all one should ask for.

[And there she goes again, saying things that just punch him in the emotions. He knows he does exactly as she says. But the simple fact that she doesn't hold it against him when he makes mistakes is... just so comforting. So... needed. It makes him really happy.]

I love you, Rose.

[It just kind of slips out before he can even think about it. Maybe it's a side-effect of him opening up a lot more over the last few months. A year ago, he wouldn't have been able to say it. But now it came out without him even giving it a second thought. And a part of him realizes he hasn't said it to Rose. Not really. He's only ever tried showing it through actions.

But now he can say it verbally, too. And it feels good to say, and he squeezes her a little tighter for a brief moment.]

[Nope nope nope. Why'd he use the l word. SHE WAS PERFECTLY FINE WITH THIS BEING ALL ABOUT HIM. But now he's gone and said that word and she is not sure how to feel about it and how do feelings. She's just so cynical and she isn't sure if she can take it at face value. Sure, it was her father, but he wasn't present for most of her life. It wasn't technically his fault in a way, nor did it mean he didn't want her. Just, it's hard to think that he wanted her after thinking for so long that he was some man who left her mother and herself for greener pastures.

She'll just brush it off.] Of course.

[She's so skeptical. It can't be genuine. He only said it in the heat of the moment. She can't say it back either. Because she's scared. She doesn't want to be invested in something, only to be left alone. By the end of the year, he'll probably forget her when they part ways and she goes back to France for the Summer.]

[That wasn't exactly the reply he was expecting, to be honest.

But then... he thinks about it, and realizes he shouldn't be surprised. She's a Lalonde. He knows full well how they can be. And he also realizes she probably used up a lot of her feelings fuel on everything she said. So he can understand. He'd like nothing more than to hear it back, but.

He knows he won't. Not tonight. And he's okay with that.

After a few seconds, he pulls away. But not before being a complete and total sap by pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.]

Thanks... for everything. It really helped, y'know? I feel a lot better. I'm sorry for dumping all that on you, though.

[You're going to be at this for awhile if you want her to actually say it. She's pretty cagey, and when she says things without her certain brand of sarcasm, you know she means it.

She basically uses all possible strength to not completely wig out at Bro kissing her forehead. She is so confused. She is going to just pretend it didn't happen so she may mule on it later.]

Sorry? I am now up to my neck in juicy gossip. I can now sit upon my throne with only the widest smirk I can procure upon my face while I stroke Mister Mutie, my dutiful cat. You do not even realize the incriminating information I now have at my disposal. I will cackle in thought as I slowly plot your slow demise at my finger tips.

The blackmail material is unfathomable right now. I can now trap my professors into giving me the grade I so rightfully deserve without even having to lift a finger.

Your days are numbered.

Edited 2012-10-15 08:51 (UTC)

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