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Morrigan MacIntyre	Halloween is right around the corner. It is Morrigan's favorite time of the year and this is not something that has been kept secret over the time that the school has been open. Having some normalcy means that the school likes to put on events for traditions and things that might not be known to those that are new to Earth or others that just haven't been able to partake in holidays. There are Halloween decorations of every style and size that are sitting out for anyone that feels festive to decorate windows. There is a table filled with pumpkins and pumpkin carving kits. Thankfully one of the art teachers decided that they were going to man that table. Just inside the hallway into the school has tables set up with refreshments for the teens and teachers. Plus anyone else who stops by. The crown jewel of the Halloween display for Happy Harbor is the 12 foot skeleton, Napoleon Bone'apart, that Sam named. His skeleton army of 5 foot skeletons was added last year and this year there is a new contender! Emperor Napoleon is squaring off against another rather large skeleton and it's army. This means that the lawns on the outside of the high school are showcasing a small history lesson. Kinda neat to do it for Halloween. "Are we just going to add another twelve footer every year the school is open?" Duncan asks Morrigan as she stands back to look over the display. "That's a fantastic idea." the woman grins at him.
Michael Hannigan	As the pair discuss the Halloweens of the future, Mike is situated in the present. At present he is carrying yet another of the skeleton army into position in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. The performer looks over to Duncan and chuckles, "If it's any consolation, there's only so much land for us to put skeletons on so she'll eventually have to stop adding to the armies. He sets the skeleton down, taking a moment to adjust the rigging that helps keep it standing. "Then it'll be gargoyles on the roof."
Phoebe Beacon	"It's absolutely a fabulous idea. Everyone needs a twelve foot skeleton. Until you start needing the 15-footers." comes a voice Mo might recognize, though a bit mature and a little scratchy.     Coming down the way carrying a canvas tote bag stuffed to the gills with snack foods and decor, along with a pumpkin carving kit, is Phoebe Beacon. Her hair was wrapped up in a dark blue wrap covered with silver stars, and she was wearing a wide choker-collar that was hiding the scars on her throat. A green T-shirt with three skeletons dancing around a fire and ripped jeans with her tall boots.     "And what, there's currently no gargoyles? Well, THAT'S gotta change. What's a building without gargoyles?" Gotham's daughter challenges, and then she gives a more meek smile to Morrigan, with a nod of her head. "Doctor." she addresses her. "Been a while."
Morrigan MacIntyre	"I've got gargoyles on the widows walk at my house." Morrigan points out to that with a chuckle. "Yeah, but those are for all year." Riordan points out as he appears with a box. "But Michael is right, we're going to run out of room. Though I guess we can afford it." he sighs. Morrigan then gives a smile to Michael, "Thank you for helping out with all of this." she dips her head to that. Then there is a look to Phoebe and a smile, "Miss Beacon...or has it been changed to Miss Wayne yet?" she asks of her. "It is good to see you and please join us." she tells the young woman.
Caleb Dykstra	"What's a Halloween without its skeletons?", Caleb says as he enters the hallway. Dressed in the (early) spirit of Halloween, his t-shirt is black with the imprinted image of a ribcage, viscera... and in the middle, some kind of creature that appears to be swimming around the squishy organs, jutting out of said ribcage to reveal a set of jaws that open and split, revealing a set of sharp teeth that would tear off a finger without any effort. The same t-shirt is worn by his kid sister, standing beside him. "Wether in the cemetery, in a lumped pile in the corned, ground to dust with a mortar and pestle, or simply stored in the closet..." He adds, "Or coming to life the night the cats come howling at the full moon, they always set the mood for it." "Hey guys", he says, approaching the familiar faces. To Morrigan, "Good evening, Dr. MacIntyre. I am here to help with the decorations." He also asks, "If I were to present an idea, to whom should I present it?"
Michael Hannigan	Mike nods to Morrigan before looking back to the skeleton, adjusting the arm so it can properly hold its weapon. "A pleasure. I'm glad there were a few openings in my schedule this month to make this happen." Hearing Phoebe's voice, Mike glances back to the arriving Wayne. "Hey Phoebe. Glad you could make it." He takes a break from the skeleton to step over to Phoebe, lowering his voice a bit to just address her but still friendly, "Thanks again for doubling that scholarship for Yartezi. It took a bit of doing just to get the original amount approved." Thanks given again, Mike moves back to his original task, glancing to the skeleton's perceived target and adjusting the arms accordingly.
Phoebe Beacon	"Ugh," Phoebe gives a playful roll of her eyes, the tilt of her head showing her nose peircing is in. "My name's changed so much in the last couple years that District Attorney Dent joked that I get a free coffee at the next one, but ah, yeah, legally it's Beacon-dash-Wayne. And I've been FABULOUS at standing in for all my 'brothers' at charity events." she gives a smile, and then holds up her bag, "Brought some goodies to share as well." she smiles to Morrigan, her shoulders relaxing as she turns to Caleb, and gives a wave.     "Hi Caleb! Hello Sheila!" she greets the two, "Fancy running into you two here -- love the shirts. I should order some for my next anatomy class." she gives a bright grin, and then turns to Mike, her cheeks darkening a bit as she waves it off. "Doubling the funds was the least I can do. What good is being rags-to-riches if I can't do rich people stuff like 'doubly fund a scholarship on a whim'?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a look up to Napoleon and there's a soft sigh, "Makes me miss Sam honestly." she admits quietly. Then she turns to look at everyone that's around. Caleb gets a smile, "Mister Dykstra, good to see you." she tells him. "What's your idea? We're adding student displays as well. So knock yourself out." she points to where others are doing display building. To Michael, "I'm glad you still agree to put up with us after the last few years." she grins to that. Then she turns to Phoebe a little, "Beacon-Wayne sounds fun though." she smiles to that. "I suggested Blood-MacIntyre to someone once. I think he's still giggling over it." she muses. "Feel free to join in, Phoebe. You're always welcome. If you could tell Damian that he is missed sometime for us." she asks of her.
Michael Hannigan	"Well, considering the things I get into on my own, what the school throws at me is a nice change of pace." Stepping over to the cart o' Skelies, Mike grabs another one to carry over. "Ill-fated field trips and all." He adds in, setting the new prop down on the ground to anchor in. As Caleb and sister walk into the line of sight of the skelton's wrath, Mike straightens up, lifting his own hand to wave to the siblings. "Hey guys. Glad you could join us." Hearing Phoebe's comments about multiple name changes, he grimaces. "Geez. It was enough of a pain doing the paperwork for just one last name and registering a stage name. How many times have you had to go through the process? Also if double funding a scholarship on a whim is how you want to Wayne out, by all means go for it." Mike glances back over to Caleb, "Speaking of which, congrats are in order for you as well, isn't it Caleb?"
Phoebe Beacon	"Not one Blood with a friend with a penchant for rhyme while keeping in perfect time?" Phoebe questions with amusement, "Hope he's doing well. I really do kind of miss..." she trails off, and her shoulders loosen, "Nevermind. If we're looking at the rear-view we don't see the things coming at us." she smiles, and the smile falters a moment.     "Ah... to Beacon from Doe when I was two," she recounts, "when I was adopted after being found in a liquor store. Beacon to something else when I was seventeen, and then back to Beacon, Beacon-Wayne upon adoption by Bruce Wayne, and I was *hoping* for a different name change in a couple of years, but y'know, I'm in no rush and he's taking his time, he has a lot to deal with." Phoebe gives a small rub of the back of her neck.
Caleb Dykstra	"I took the liberty of drawing a schematic", Caleb says, pulling out a knee-drawn blueprint. "But this would be good to put outside in the yard..." He unfolds it, "How about... A twenty foot tall drake, composed of skulls?" He adds, "The theme is that of a necromancer that summons a beast from the underworld with sacrifices of bone, the form that it assumes is that of... well..." He shares among those present. "And you bet, Mike!", he smiles. "Though at first, the Jareth question threw me off. I mean, there I was, trying to be objective and well, every paneler went their way." "Yeah, that one wasn't very good", Sheila says. She changes the subject, "I think the dragon would look great, if Caleb can pull it off!"
Morrigan MacIntyre	"We've not been attacked by Ninja's this school year...so I figure I will count my blessings on it." Morrigan muses to Mike in a quiet tone. Then she's looking to Phoebe and there is a softer smile, "Aye, that very Blood. I loved him very much, but his nature causes him to wander a lot. It's fine though." she admits. "And we'll not mention that one who turned out to still be married." she smirks. There is an understanding look to the young woman, "I miss a lot of the past, but hope for a better future." she states to her. "Engagements?" she looks to Phoebe with a grin. Then to Caleb, "Twenty foot skeleton dragon made of skulls, you know...that would make a death god happy." she muses to him. "I love it. Riordan is helping with building if you want to talk over things with him? He can probably dig up a few real skulls as well." she chuckles. Riordan rolls his eyes at Morrigan, "I don't get paid enough for this." he comments. "I don't pay you!" Morrigan points out while she helps with a new skeleton.
Michael Hannigan	"Also less protests." Mike adds in to the listing of school year blessings, glancing over to Riordan as he complains about not getting paid enough. The drake of skulls does seem like a...tall order indeed. "Do you have enough material to work with to make something of those dimensions?" He wonders aloud. The comment about the Jareth question does get a chuckle out of the musician. "Well, if anything it helped set the stage for an interesting game. A good example of why you don't give up just because you stumbled a bit out of the gate."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe does take a gander at the plans for the dragon as she sets down her bag, and offers Sheila first dibs at a tuppie of home made apple cider donuts. "If anyone can make a twenty-foot-tall-skull-dragon work, it'll be your brother." she gives a knowing smile to the young girl, listening to Morrigan, and then she turns a dark shade, her eyes going wide enough for all her iris to be seen as she embarrassedly attempts to back track, "Ah, no, no nothing so formal, I mean right now he's relaly focusing on some of his own work not to mention helping his brother, and I'm sure he's innudanted with a huge backlog of items and things he works with let alone that he has this little issue with his temper and besides the fact that he makes the whole 'screaming in my head thing' go away and apparently I do the same and the whole smell of burning cities thing I mean--" Phoebe suddenly stumbles verbally, her voice trailing off and going softer as she runs out of breath.     "... look. He couldn't say the words, but it was the first time since I was told my John wasn't who he said he was that I felt protected and loved."     And Phoebe wipes a hand across her eyes. "So I'm not going to jinx it and say anything more, 'cause there's others who are first in line in front of me. And Hey! Apple cider donuts! Mike, do you want one? Caleb? Rio?" she offers, recalling the helpers name, attempting to force a segue away from her terrible stuff, that Caleb and Sheila *definitely* don't need to know about. In spite of the fact of how often she runs into them. "Also 'Family Friendly' show and Vorpal don't mix -- you never can tell what'll come out of the cat's mouth!"
Caleb Dykstra	"Well, if this works out...", Caleb comments, "the bachelor's for cinematic props is in the bag!" He nods to Mike, "Well, fiberglass and epoxy, an aluminum skeleton, so fortunately for recycling soda cans... smelting and molding, plus plaster, led lighting for the eerie lit stuff..." And he stops his train of thought when he overhears the bit about the school being attacked by ninjas. "Ninjas attacking? Huh. Looks like a trend..." He looks momentarily at Phoebe about it, but she has a lot on her plate right now, even if she hasn't shared. When she mentions donuts, he takes one. "Don't mind if I do." Sheila takes one herself, intent on Phoebe's drama - interesting issue, that one.
Richard Stadler	"Oh, skeletons." Well, at least it was better late than never. Stadler seems very aware that this had started some time ago, given the speed of his walk into the hall and the quick shedding of a long coat over a chair to protect aganist the slowly cooling fall air. It looks like he might have overheard some of Caleb's talk on a rather large skeletal drake. "Don't get me wrong, that does sound rather artistic, and it certainly catches the eye, just how exactly you really expect something to move without muscle or connective tissue. Worse than a lot of horror movies. Sorry for being late, folks. Had some business on the east of the island here that went a tad longer than I'd like. I happen to miss anything?" Stadler gives a bit of a nod to those around; Mike, Caleb and his sister, and Doctor Macintyre. Phoebe, however, he pauses on. "Well, this is a surprise. I didn't expect to see you here."
Michael Hannigan	"The same way we explain a lot of things we don't know the answer to." Mike replies, turning his head to look over to Rick. "Magic." Lifting up his fingers he does a little finger waggle to emphasize the last word. "Hey Rick. Glad you could make it." He pauses, looking between Rick and Phoebe. "Oh. Have you two met recently? Phoebe helped out a lot by agreeing to be on the panel of the Match Game this month. She even doubled the scholarship prize of one of the contestants."
Morrigan MacIntyre	"Oh we were joking about the ninjas, but we've been attacked by others." Morrigan states to Caleb. "We're doing better this year though." she adds. Then there is a look to Phoebe and there is a confused look, "John wasn't...John?" she asks her. "Actually...don't answer that. It sounds like something not public." she quickly states. "I hope nothing jinxes it. You deserve your happiness." she adds to her. Rio appears when there is mention of donuts, "My favorite, carbs." the Herald states with a grin. He snags a donut and then goes back to working on plans. "You know, I do have that old dragon skeleton..." he comments. "No, Rio. That would get so many questions." Morrigan states. Then there is a Richard and she smiles to the new arrival, "Come on in. Get some food and feel free to add to the decor if you like." she tells him.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe happily hands out the donuts instead of expounding on her drama.     It's not really that interesting. Just pining away for a guy with a Hell of a car and the temper to match.     She does, however, give a mildly peturbed look to Mike at 'magic', and smiles. "Ah, yes, Mr. Stadler and I made acquaintence at a charity event. He's quite a decent guy. You have good taste in friends, Mike. Me excluded, of course. I'm terrible." she gives a smile, and then looks to Mo, and rubs the abck of her head "It's a long story, and... I don't think it bears repeating. As for my happiness? Eeeeh...." she waggles her hand "I get pulled into meetings and have to stand in for other Waynes. They're always so disappointed when the 'elegible bachelor' Waynes don't show up and it's just 'the spare heir'." she jokes.
Caleb Dykstra	"Good evening, Mr. Stadler", he offers in greeting. "And no, you're getting it wrong. It will be a statue with a theme", Caleb clarifies, "not a robot. The lighting inside is the thing that's going to make it look magic and eldritch." He continues. "Aluminum is plentiful and you cand get cans from scrapyards at half-a-buck a pound." He looks at Morrigan, "I suggest posting a campaign to bring all the used cans to the workshop. We could use the aluminum for the frame." Quickly changing the subject, he continues to Morrigan. "By the way, my father was setting up shop but unfortunate circumstances have caused him to move to another address." "'Unfortunate circumstances'", Sheila comments idly. And the next thing you know she's complaining of being pinched in the wrist. Yes - by Caleb. Send him the hate mail. "Thant's hunger talking, so eat", he commands. "Anyways, yeah, Pheebs", Caleb addresses the subject. "I hope it turns out okay for you." He sighs, "We all got our crappy problems, one way or another..."
Michael Hannigan	"It's kind of funny you mention Vorpal not mixing with family friendly shows. I've been on a few of those panels with him." Mike cracks a slight smile to the thought. "Although yes he's a bad influence at times...And very liberal with his usage of glitter. Which is probably why they put him on the bottom row this time. To reduce the spread." Finishing adjusting the current skeleton, Mike steps away, moving over to the previously indicated donuts. "Thanks Pheebs." Pheebs? Sure. Pheebs. Mike glances over to Morrigan as she fixates on the John that wasn't John comment. Causing for him to consider it for a few moments. "Well, not something." He agrees, "We had an issue with that awhile ago." "Well, Not or actual aside. If this John is who I think it is, they might be responsible for the weirdest role I ever had to play. Not too sure on the timeline though." He lifts  up the donut. "And don't sell yourself short. You're a great friend." Caleb's comment causes for him to look over to the student. "...Unfortunate circumstances?" This needs more detail.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan was about to state something...but her phone rings and she pulls it from the case at her hip. It flashes 'Mount Sinai' on the screen. "Work call, need to take this." she tells the group as she steps away. "Reggie? What's up?" she asks her fellow Pathologist. Because if he was calling there was something definitely going on at the hospital. A Doctors work was never done!
Richard Stadler	"Nope, none of that. Look, I am... well aware that magic is something that exists in the world we live in. There's enough people out there flying around that defy a normal scientific explanation, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be looking for one. An effect generally has to have a cause, after all." Stadler moves to quickly grab a plat of food, filling it up with anything that didn't look like it was laden with sugar, befofre nodding over to Mike. "And yes, Ms... Beacon?" He asks, questioningly. He wasn't here for the list of last names, after all, and he was simply /not/ calling anyone something so familiar as 'Pheebs'. "We met at a charity event... Coffee shop, too, come to think of it, which was a bit more random. Still, not suprised that you're assisting with scholarships. Anything that gets more of the next generation into higher learning, and lord knows this school is full of them." He wisely keeps his mouth closed on how Mike and his friendship had an exceedingly rocky start. So many questions. Like the Dragon skeleton. A pause. "I'm sorry, an... actual dragon skeleton? My first thought is to think that's a joke, but at this point that'd be a foolish thing to assume. I don't suppose it's intact? I'm not an archeologist, but you can still learn quite a bit from bones." And to Phoebe, she shakes his head. "People like that, all flash, and no substance. They get an intelligent agent and think less of them because the DNA's wrong. Honestly." Caleb gets a nod, and an approving look as he cranes over the schematic presented. "That's.. rather ambitious. Aluminum can be a bit tough to buy in workable bulk... At least, I recall. I've only tried to get an order like that once." And he'll continue to speak and talk and socialize to the end of the event.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"An actual Dragon skeleton, yes." Riordan beams proudly at Richard.
Richard Stadler	Stadler pauses again, as Riordan mentions it's an... actual dragon skeleton. "So... how old is... I mean, what sort of size are we- Look." He says, moving to get his phone out. "Just... give me a good time where we can go take a look at it and let me know if I can borrow a rib- Well, I'm sure Doctor Macintyre's done some sequencing...
Michael Hannigan	Hearing Riordan confirm the sekleton. Mike grins at Rick, making the magic hands wave again.
Phoebe Beacon	"I don't want to talk about him." Pheebs states in a very short tone to Mike, her dark eyes half closing and her shoulders rising up. The tuppeware creeks a little bit, but she gives a smile to Mo as her cell rings.     "We should catch up sometime, best of luck on the patient Doctor." she bids Mo farewell, and then gives a small smile to Stadler.     "I'm not even genetically related to the Waynes. All my DNA comes from Eastern Africa." Phoebe gives a smile and points to her face "Egyptian and Sudanese, in fact. With maybe a little more in-land but no one's been able to track down my biological father's side." she gives a small shrug, and then looks to Sheila, and gives her the last donut.
Michael Hannigan	Mike looks to Phoebe as she cuts him off on the one topic. "...Sorry." Walking over to the cart o' skeletons, Mike puts the donut in his mouth, holding it with his teeth as he grabs on to another skeleton. "Ntthmthhtntion." He continues in a muffled manner. The skeleton gets set down in front of the previous skeleton. Slid forward until the sword held by the other one slides between the ribs. He takes a moment to adjust the anchor of the prop before the bit of donut not in his mouth separates from the rest of the treat, falling to the ground. "Thiit." Shaking his head, Mike chews what bit of food is left in his mouth.
Caleb Dykstra	"You know what? Screw genetics", Caleb says - quickly followed by a warning to Sheila, "Not to repeat in the future, please", and resumes, "You don't know your true parents, that's unfortunately sad. But we're not always dealt the hand we want", he says. "I wished I could still have my mother here among my family. I wished Sheila had met her and grew up around her." He shrugs, "I wished Gotham hadn't been turned into a 'No Man's Land', too. And a lot more." "But, my point is, you gained quite a lot as well. Your adoptive brothers, they love you, right? They took you in as one of their own?" He asks the question, "Didn't Bruce took you in?" He pauses long enough for Phoebe to think, "Someone you can call family is not just genetics. It's the bond you make throughout life." He nods, "And that's what's important - to develop, to fall back on when you're down, to protect tooth and nail." Sheila smiles, and not just because she gets the last donut. She smiles out of pride.
Phoebe Beacon	"Language." Phoebe states to Mike with his mouth full. "I can make more and have them sent over to the studio, I'll just have to get the cider again. Drank the rest of it." she gives a smile, and lifts one of the skulls for the giant skeletons.     And then Caleb speaks up. She takes a deep breath, and slowly lets it out.     "I'm going to pardon you because you do not know my past, and what I went through to get here. And that's on purpose, because I don't like discussing it. I don't like talking about why Bruce Wayne adopted me because it's an incredibly sensitive and uncomfortable topic to discuss. No matter how many people assume that I have it so easy because I have a credit card with Wayne on it." she states, folding her hands in front of her.     "I hope you never have to empathize with my situation, Caleb." she states, and then she sets the skull back down in the wagon, and looks to Mike, and then goes to grab her helmet.     "Best of luck with the skull dragon. The design /is/ super cool. If it works out, maybe I'll commission one for a perminant addition to the roof. School needs more gargoyles anyway." she states, and goes to get herself up to her motorcycle again.
Michael Hannigan	"rara." When Caleb starts to bring up the talk of family while the hands and mouth are full, the musician CHEWS FASTER. "Mmph. MMPH!" But by the time he swallows, Phoebe's already responding. Letting out a deep breath, he watches as Phoebe heads off. He pauses and then looks over to Caleb. "Remember what I said about stumbling out of the gate? Well..." He nods to the departing Phoebe.
Caleb Dykstra	Caleb shuts up when Phoebe is talking, and to him, it kinda feels like the room temperature dropped. And, he listens until the end. "Money wasn't a factor for this - I never said it was...", he says, although the strength of his argument is taken away by the shock he just felt. He looks at Mike, and he's dumbfounded. "I mean, she... She's shown appreciation for her father, that I thoguht it..." He sighs, shakes his head, "Why, oh why, do I talk to people?" Sheila, at this point, is left to wonder exactly what happened.