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Hello. You've reached the voicemail of the office of Zoe Winchester. If you need to make an appointment to see the principal, please leave a message after the beep, and an appointment will be arranged for you. Thank you.

*BEEP*

[Leave a message here if you need to/want to come in and see Zoe, and we'll work out a time for her to be in her office.

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You've reached the voicemail of Zoe Winchester. I'm not available right now, but if you leave your name and a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Zoe was in a fairly good mood this morning, and not just because she'd "accidentally" erased all of Colbert's recent voicemails to her. (Earth technology was so complicated sometimes!) Summer was one of her favorite times of the school year - everything seemed to slow down, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

This did not mean that she was drinking at her desk, of course. That was for after lunch.

[Door and post are open!]

When the Howells came to Zoe's office in the late morning, she was expecting them to finally say goodbye. She'd been a little concerned when they hadn't left yesterday afternoon, but overall, their visit hadn't been terrible. Sure, people would be having nightmares about polyester for a while, but in the grand scheme of things, everyone would probably recover from this exposure to normal.

Instead, the Howells had talked about how wonderful the island was, and what a quaint and quiet place it would make for their continued retirement. The tours, it seemed, had been even more successful than anyone expected and now, the Howells had no intention of leaving. At all.

Zoe managed to wait a few minutes after they left before grabbing the phone and calling the other administrators. If the voicemails were nothing but her yelling, it couldn't be helped. And when Grace came in with a handful of tiny green aliens trailing behind her, babbling about how she'd saved-ed them from being squished and could she keep them pleeeeease, well, that didn't help either.

[Door and post are open!]

While Zoe was good about checking her voicemail and e-mail, checking her physical mail happened a little less often. So, there was a small stack of envelopes on her desk that needed to be dealt with before she did much else - advertisements, catalogs for school supplies, a fancy-looking FedEx letter with a bald eagle on it--

--yeah, one of those things was not like the others, and when Zoe saw the return address, she shoved everything else aside, and opened the envelope.

( Cut for letter text! )

Zoe read through the letter, then read through it a second time. Then, she got up, shut the door to her office, and let out a stream of curses that would have made Jayne blush. Someone had just reached the limit on the amount of crap she would take quietly.

[The door is closed but the post is open!]

It's time to vote for your kings and queens of Prom! All juniors and seniors are eligible to be this year's royalty; only juniors and seniors may vote in the poll (for their own classes), although write-ins from the wee uninvited freshmen and sophomores would certainly be welcome. :)

Poll #1829544 Prom King and Queen!
This poll is closed.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 26

Junior King!

Junior Queen!

Senior King!

Senior Queen!

There were times when Zoe understood how important it was for John to be out saving people and hunting things.

This week? Was so not one of those times.

She was taking her frustrations out on some old paperwork, so the whir of the shredder might be a pretty consistent noise outside her office today.

[Door and post are open!]

Zoe was oblivious to any kind of insanity going on, buried in paperwork as she was. That was probably a good thing, because she might have giggled if she'd heard all the freaking out, and that just wouldn't have been appropriate.

[Door and post are open!]

Zoe had never been particularly attached to her office, but she was very glad to be back at her desk after the events of the last week.

Grace was just glad to not have a harness on anymore.

[Door and post are open!]

Zoe was sitting at her desk today with a squirming Grace on her lap. Grace had made quite a few protests that she was too old to be sitting with her mom like that, but Zoe just held onto her and told her she'd understand someday. So, for the moment, Zoe was looking intently at her computer, while Grace drew pictures and plotted her escape.

At least it was quiet.

[Door and post are open!]