carpe_demon: (I have a charming smile)
Drake was packing up his office, setting Delirium's psychedelic frogs aside for Karla and trying to decide what to do with his framed autographs from Merlin and Arthur. But the music was still cheery -- today's selection included Abbacadabra.

The door was open.
carpe_demon: (A dancing demon? No something isn't righ)
Drake was probably about the only person on the island not disturbed by the singing bugs. In fact, he'd been singing along with them into the wee hours of the night, probably much to the dismay of his neighbors.

Of course, now he'd been earwormed and felt compelled to keep singing:

I'll be your cloud up in the sky
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I'll hear your voices when you call
I am your angel
And when all hope is gone, I'm here
No matter how far you are, I'm near
It makes no difference who you are
I am your angel


He was also wondering how much trouble he would get in if he unleashed some of the bugs into air vents in Anakin's office. Maybe he could teach them to sing Lady Gaga, too.
carpe_demon: (Default)
Unlike some of his fellow teachers, Drake had no crack in his office to fall into. He was, however, apparently talking to himself (unless one could see spirits).

"Thorn demons? That's your plan? Are you sure about that?"

"Well, I suppose if the Elders are being pricks, you might as well use demon ones against them."

"Of course I'm still in. You don't even have to ask me twice, buddy. I totally owe you for this year, plus it's all in the name of love. That's kind of my thing if you haven't been paying attention."

"All right, next weekend I'm there. I'll talk to Paige about taking me home for a visit. Don't worry, I won't tell her what's up."
carpe_demon: (O RLY?)
There was no ABBA blasting from Drake's office today.

Instead, it was Lady Gaga.

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart


There may have been the occasional bubble floating out the door as well. Pay it no mind.
carpe_demon: (I'm rocking out)
Drake was in his office as per usual on Thursdays. Today, however, was ABBA day, and he was singing along with the music.

"Don't go wasting your emotion...
Lay all your love on me!
Don't go sharing your devotion...
Lay all your love on me!"

"Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight)" was next in the playlist.
carpe_demon: (I have a charming smile)
Drake had been having troubling dreams, like most of the island.

Except his didn't revolve around dead people. Last night he'd dreamed that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt had invited him over...to babysit their vast brood of children. Not that he didn't mind the kids, but he thought it was going to be a dirty dream until they'd left on a date.

Sigh, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
carpe_demon: (This bed is too small)
Drake had had a busy night. Tired Drake was tired.

Drake totally wasn't napping during his office hours, really. He was just deep in thought.
carpe_demon: (A dancing demon? No something isn't righ)
Drake was in his office, and had been all morning, really.

He totally hadn't shimmered out to catch an epic tennis match at Wimbledon.

And he certainly hadn't used his powers to affect who won each game. Why, the very idea was ridiculous.
carpe_demon: (Why is there pudding on the ceiling?)
Drake was in his office, working on outline for his final class.

He had 80's music cranked to 11. (That music coming from Anakin's office was...interesting, but not to his tastes.)
carpe_demon: (A dancing demon? No something isn't righ)
Drake was abusing the school's network to download the entire first season of meta for Glee.

And yes, he was cranking the music to near obnoxiously loud levels. Particular the Madonna and Lady Gaga songs. And if he had more time left, he definitely would've formed a Fandom Glee Club.

Since he was just across and down the hall from Anakin's office, it probably wasn't improving his mood much.
carpe_demon: (I'm adorable and I know it)
Drake was in his office, idly browsing the web for recipes. He wanted to cook a gourmet meal before he kicked the bucket, and cuisses de grenouilles a la creme was looking good.
carpe_demon: (I'm giving this some thought)
Drake was in his office, hard at work updating his bucket list.

Dance the tango in Argentina
Try out for The Amazing Race They didn't go a team of "Ex-Demon and his ghostly BFF." Should've asked Deadpool or Anakin.
Grope Tim Gunn
Dance with Death
Make out with the Goddess of Love
Get Pure Disco CDs back from Illyria Nah, she can keep them
Be a notch in Betty White's bedpost
Climb the Alps
See Lady Gaga in concert
Be subject of Gossip Girl blast
Streak a major sporting event
Experience the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro
Write memoirs
Be a guest judge on ANTM
Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France
Save epic love
Bring a little wisdom to young minds
carpe_demon: (I have a charming smile)
Drake arrived at his office Thursday morning to find it filled with flowers. "HI DRAKE!" they said in cheery unison.

"So has the island decided to give flower power a try?" Drake said, making sure his chair was clear of flowers before he sat down. "I approve."

"PICK US AND GIVE US TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE!" a nearby gerbera daisy suggested, then sighed happily as Drake ruffled its petals.

"That may take awhile," Drake said. Then he grinned and asked, "So, do you little guys like to sing?"

"OH YES!" the flowers said happily.

Drake snapped his fingers and conjured up a CD player. "All right, pay close attention," he said. "Listen and learn, my floral minions. I'm going to teach you the best songs to sing."

The flowers cheered, then leaned in as Drake taught them his love song playlist, which included "Everything I do (I Do It For You)," "My Heart Will Go On," "I Will Always Love You," "The Wind Beneath My Wings," "Can't Smile Without You," "Hopelessly Devoted To You," "I Just Called To Say I Love You," "I Got You Babe," "Light Up My Life," "Tonight I Celebrate My Love," "Let's Get It On," "Love Me Tender," and, of course, "Kiss From a Rose."
carpe_demon: (I have a charming smile)
Drake was in a fairly good mood (well, as always), so he had disco hits of the 70s cranked up as he puttered about his office.
carpe_demon: (Why is there pudding on the ceiling?)
Drake was in his office, playing Family Feud on Facebook. The occasional cry of "Oh, COME ON. Who comes up with these questions?" could be heard.
carpe_demon: (O RLY?)
Drake was in his office, planning out a weekend trip. Because nothing was going to happen this weekend to disrupt those plans, right?
carpe_demon: (I'm giving this some thought)
Drake was in his office, pondering...well, he was pondering several things. Like covering every object in Deadpool's office in tin foil. Or filling Anakin's with Cheetos. Or coating Ghanima's office in post-its. Or replacing Zoe's computer with a cardboard replica. Or maybe fill Paige's office with balloons. And there was always just filling the admin office with rats. But the trouble with April Fool's Day was everyone saw you coming. Better he should wait until, say, May 6. Now that would be a surprise.
carpe_demon: (I'm adorable and I know it)
Drake was in his office, blasting hits from the 80s.

At least, one would hope it was just music he was listening to, and not a certain website.
carpe_demon: (A dancing demon? No something isn't righ)
Drake was in his office, deciding he desperately needed to see Lady Gaga in concert before he went tits up. It was a moral imperative.
carpe_demon: (I'm adorable and I know it)
Drake was in his office, attempting to earworm anyone who came to visit or dared have their office door open today.

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man

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