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

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"Bouncy...hair. Yes, that be exactly what I be talkin' about," he says. "I did see a photograph o' what your people be wearin' to go into space, but I be not sure that orange be a color t'match yer complexion. What would ye prefer to be wearin'?"

[sooo_cute]

"This, but in silver. I don't know how anyone can think they could pull off that orange. And a different fabric. It looks shiny, but it's just cheap. And there needs to be an actual neckline to the costume. Something higher, maybe here," she says, gesturing nearly to her neck. "I've been told I have a great neck. I'd like to accentuate that. And no hats or bandanas or anything. Hat hair is always a fashion don't. And I have a better pair of boots, though it would be nice to have a pair in silver, or at least an excuse to go shoe shopping!" She laughs.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"I knew me a wench who used t'wear somethin' just like that in Tortuga," Barbossa says, eyes bright.

He works on his sketch some more. "More like this, then?" The drawing now has a silver dress with a high neck and slighly puffed sleeves, silver boots, and a futuristic-looking holster around the waist.

He looks at Quinn. "What're ye plannin' on puttin' me in?"

[sooo_cute]

"Do you have, like... dress pirate gear in silver? Because that would work."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"Silver tends t' make ye stick out a bit on board ship, which be bad when the British the Spanish the French people be firin' at ye."  He thinks for a moment.  "I kin probably be paintin' some of me older things, though.  As long as I don't have to do anything to me hat."

[sooo_cute]

"Oh, no, that's fine. That hat wouldn't go with the outfit anyway. We'd need a totally new hat!"

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"A new hat?" Barbossa looks up. "Would it have a bigger feather?"

[sooo_cute]

"As long as that's not subtext for anything, sure."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa smirks. "I be quite fine in that department, I assure ye."

He sketches out his own costume, fairly similar to what he's wearing but in silver, topped with a bigger hat. He adds clunkier looking, silvery boots at looks at Quinn. "Something like that, mayhaps?"

[sooo_cute]

"Yes. Good. That's perfect," she says. She's going to completely ignore that first comment, thankyouverymuch.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"They we be finished, then? I can drop these off fer Professor Beeblebrox tonight, if ye like."

[sooo_cute]

"Sure! Wow. That was kinda painless."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa smiles. "I could torture ye a bit, if ye'd prefer."

He looks at Quinn. "I be kiddin'. Kiddin'!"

[sooo_cute]

Quinn's eyes are still wide. "Yeeeeeeeah. If we're done, I need to be going this way now."

(OOC: Perfect timing, as now begins the hour the mun will spend trying to get away from the computer! *g*)