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

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes in looking confused and worried, and slumps into a seat near the door, putting his Pyramid ball between his feet. He digs into his backpack and pulls out his notes for that Classics presentation, then starts scribbling away, his free hand tangled up in his hair.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka notices that the kinda cute but not as cute as Lee guy looks worried. Naturally, being Beka, she decides to see if she can help.

"Hey. We haven't met. Have we?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders looks up and blinks for a moment. "Hey. No. Uh . . . hi, I'm Anders."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka grins, amused at the reaction. "Hey. Beka Valentine." She waves at the mess of stuff on his desk. "Lots to do?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, gotta work on that presentation assignment for Classics and I think I got myself in over my head. Just glad it doesn't have to be more than five minutes." He waves his pencil vaguely in the direction of his notes. "Sorry. Kind of preoccupied today."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"No problem. I just thought I'd see if there was anything I could do. But if it's Classics," she laughs, "a girl from 3500 years in the future isn't gonna be a lot of help."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head. "How do you think I feel? I'm not even from this planet, I didn't even believe it existed before I got here, and I have no frakking idea if the time I'm from is in the future or the past on Earth. And the gods we worship back home, these books talk about them like they're ancient myths, and . . ."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She taps a finger to her lip. "Well. What's the assignment? Maybe you could actually talk about that? About how the figures are the same but their societal importance doesn't seem to correspond?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That's actually my presentation," he admits sheepishly. "But every time I think about it, it fraks with my head."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Her Cyborg theory homework will be a snap, because she deals with AI's all the time, and Trinity is just so awesome it'll be easy to earn the bonus creds. "How 'bout you try explaining it to me?"





(OOC: Since I actually watch BSG and know mythology, there's a halfway decent chance Beka can say something intelligent. *laughs*)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I would, but my brain's just not all here today." Anders sighs. "Sorry . . . can you take a rain check on that?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Just let me know if I can help." And with that, she goes back to her lessons.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue looks over at Anders. "Hey, I couldn't help overhearing...you need any help? I'm in Classics too, and it's way out of my league, but maybe if we work together...?" She smiles warmly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He manages a goofy, crooked smile. "If you're from Earth, you're probably not more out of your league than I am. I feel like a little kid who got yanked out of his backyard court right into the pros. But sure, that sounds like a good idea. We can be out of our league together."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue moves closer to Anders, and pulls out her handouts and books. "Yeah I'm from Earth, present time and everything." She grins. "So what did you decide to do your project on?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: For the sake of avoiding spamminess, can we say that the above conversation (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/116554.html?thread=3929418#t3929418) was had with both Rogue and Beka?]

"Really? That's great, maybe you can help give me some context and everything. Hey . . ." He leans closer, and lowered his voice. "Have you heard anything from Cally lately? I saw her this morning in the hallway, and when I said hi she ran into her room and locked the door. I tried knocking, but she never answered."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue looks concerned. "No, I haven't seen her since I left the party last night...what happened?" She looks down at her books. "I should go check on her. D'you mind if I go now? We can work on this project tomorrow or over the weekend?"

[[OOC: Sorry about the disappearing act. I had class, then locked my keys--apt and car--in my car, and then my computer flipped out. Again. It's not a good day.]]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"No, that's fine," replies Anders, chewing on his pencil. "Leave me a voicemail or hunt me down or something. I don't think I'm gonna get much done on it anyway."

[OOC: Ack! Sorry about all that . . . and it's cool, I had to do actual work stuff anyway. ;)]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"I will definitely do that. Thanks." She gathers up her books and practically runs out of the room.