#bergen_county

The Councilor opens the door, "Hello?"

She leans in to peer at the postit, and ends up staring right into the councilor's chest. A quick double-step back, and she blushes. "Oh, oops! Sorry! Um. Hi!"

Adam is quiet. Not stepping forward, or fading. Waiting.

"Hello. AH, Piper yes?" the woman says.

She doesn't seem evil

"Oh, yes, Hi. Oh I said that already, didn't I? Are you the Tortu- cough "Guidance Counselor?"

"Hello, Adam." She adds, "yes. How can I help you?" She smiles

"I... well, Adam and I, we were wondering if there was going to be an Archery Club as Paschett? Or if not, how might one be formed?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, there is one actually.. unfortunately it's got no funding" She says "School budget is focusing on other things. "

"I solemnly promise this is for recreational purposes only, and not to try to shoot apples off of kids heads. Unless that gives us History credit." She shifts her weight and bumps against Adam slightly by accident. He may notice her fingers crossed behind her back.

"Oh, that sucks! Do we need to do, like, a bake sale or something? Sell candy bars?"

A sudden grin. "Cheerleader carwash? Oh, it's getting cold out for that, though."

"A moment, let me get the contact information.. and don't joke about violence, we frown on that" She darts back into the office to dig trhough something

Adam slips away outside the office, for a moment.

She turns and looks out after Adam, suddenly feeling abandoned.

He is lurking around.

She whispers at him, "Where are you going - don't leave me behind!" But then turns back to watch for the counselor.

"Here we go ..." She hands over the note "Contact info from last year should still apply. The Katniss craze died hard I fear."

Adam... stops. And comes back. ish.

He lurks close.

She accepts the note and almost bows - force of habit, but turns it into a nod instead. A glance at it. "What's this? And what about Hawkeye? I bet Avengers is still popular! And, uh, the DC guy... Green Arrow!"

A small grin shot over to Adam as he returns.

It's got an email, phone number, and a name...

She reads - anything she recognizes?

Nope

"Adrianne Farr. Hopefully she's... near, right?" A grin to the counselor, if she has a sense of humor!

Adam slides into the room. Casual.

"Farr is her surname" The Councilor explains

Woosh

right over

"Oooh, okay." Chipper. "Glad I wasn't too far off. I was nearly on point, there. Thanks for arrowing us in the right direction. And let me know if there is anything I can do as thanks - it's the east we can do."

"Are you perchance in one of Mr. Gardener's classes? Perhaps French?" She asks

She nods, and adds for color, "Oui!"

"Why do you ask?"

"That might explain somethings. Glad I could help" SHe says and gives that nod wave that adults give when they want you to leave

Adam slopes out of the room and away. Till Piper's there.

"You ok?"

"Oh, okay. Um, thanks!" She steps out after Adam, and gives him an odd look. "Oh, I'm fine... are YOU okay? You were fidgeting like a bunny with a burr on it's behind."

"Nah, fine, just... you need juice? Take mine."

A fluttering sound

"I'm not thirsty... what do you mean?" Reaching out a hand to rest on Adam's arm with a concerned look. At the flutter, she twitches a bit, and jerks her hand away.

(Was the office particularly banal?)

(Nah...)

Adam takes her hand. "Piper?" Careful, concerned. "You ok?"

She gives his hand a little squeeze, and a wan smile. "Oh, I'm cool. Really. It was just, you know, a - an electric shock. Damn flannel, y'know? I COULD use some juice. Apple, maybe. Want to hit the cafeteria? Just low blood sugar, you know." Covering up for it with chatter.

"Yeah, sure." Intent. "Anything you want." Sincere.

Sam is in the cafeteria line.

If he can, Adam waves Dagmar over.

"Hey." Upnod.

She looks up at Adam's wave, and smiles to Dagmar, letting go of Adam's hand to wave as well. "Hey, anything good on the menu today?"