Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 21st

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the study hall for Wednesday. This will be my last study hall for the week, since my mun's access to the internet is now severely limited my son and I are going on a corporate terrorism crusade weekend vacation in which we will blow some shit up go to a petting zoo, shoot a few police officers buy a bunch of ice cream cones, and maybe stop a nuclear holocaust, you SICK SELFISH IGNORANT FUCKS listen to bad pop music while giggling like a couple of fucking morons.

Today's announcements:

-- Please behave for Professor Jerusalem while I'm away. He has my permission to do anything short of killing you little bastards, so keep that in mind before you do anything stupid.

-- ... well, that's about it, really.

*goes back to her office to pack*

(OOC: Just in case I don't get to do anything tomorrow due to my lack of internet access ... *waves* Adios! Bon voyage! Don't forget to write!

... oh, wait, that's Bugs Bunny's line. Anyway, Principal Connor will be expecting a full report of the goings-on when she gets back from her sweet, wonderful, completely innocent family outing. Heh. :))

Comments

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks around, and seeing no one, takes a seat by the window and opens her comm pad. She needs to write an essay for Dr. Carter's class, and she owes Daniel Dr. Jackson some homework. It's all cool though. She feels like she can breathe again. Except that she misses her weapons.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*sits down next to Beka, waves at her, and goes to sleep*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*blows kisses*

Then, about an hour later, she taps Callisto on the shoulder. "Sis, Illyana's in trouble. She just called. She's crying. I gotta go. You coming?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*wakes up*

Sure.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Great. Meet me at the room.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*flops down on the couch across from Beka*

You could have gotten Dr. J's homework done last night if you hadn't stolen my computer and completely frakked up my Sims!

*opens said laptop, ignores Sims icon with extreme willpower and starts on his own homework*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*eyes him*

I didn't frak them up. I killed Frank for you!

*wonders if the couch is as comfy as it looks*

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but now I've got a neurotic priest to contend with!

And stay away from my couch. Janet'll kick your ass if she sees me snuggling on the study hall couches with someone else. Not that I ever WOULD.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*crumples up paper and throws it at him*

He's not neurotic. He's just sensitive.

Daniel would be so sad if he knew she cuddled anywhere with anyone else. Maybe I'll tell him. *sticks her tongue out* It's not your couch.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

It's purley platonic. She just has a thing for my semi-sentient hair. (And I have a thing for letting her play with it.)

And now who has tonuge issues? Keep it up and one of the Chef's chickens will fly by and poop land on it.

*folds paper into super-stealth paper-plane and hits Beka in the forehead*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

You're hair is semi-sentient? *shakes her head* You get weirder by the second.

*considers flipping him off, but figures he might take it as an invitation which it would NEVER be*