Journalism Class - Tuesday September 27

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider is obviously absent today, although there are growling noises from beneath the desk which indicate that the cat is present. The newsfeeds are all silent and the note scrawled across the screen behind his desk reads:

Due to Electronic Difficulties, today's class on Monstering has been delayed until tomorrow. As the Interns have failed in their latest task, we will not be preparing for a field trip on Wednesday, either.

For those of you interested in a class project in learning to work together under somewhat pressing circumstances, please indicate that beside your name on today's roster and be sure your permission slips are turned in and in order. Friday, provided the Interns have finished their little errand, we'll be going on a field trip.

In the meantime, please concentrate on your homework assignment.

Comments

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

Oz shrugs and gives her a crooked smile. "h, okay. Nothing much going on."


[OOC: No worries! Just figured Oz would notice her...Heh]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce makes a face and nods, "We know. It's eerily quiet today. We sense a great disturbance in the force."

[ooc: You mean my snakes are not subtle? *weeps*]

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

Oz nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. "Long as it's not like Friday night..." He shifted his eyes briefly.


[OOC: Oh yes1 The snakes are subtle. Duce's not *g*]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce inquires with nosy enthusiasm, "Oh? Hot date?"

[ooc: *tragic pose* But.. I try so hard!]

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

"No. Friday night. Disturbance in the force." He shudders, remembering how Duce had helped him fight the wolf.


[OOC: Then you'll just have to try harder!]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce frowns and pulls out her cellphone. Clicking on 'scheduler', she looks at the date. Her frown grows.

..and then she realizes that he'd actually used the word 'like' appropriately in a sentence and smacks herself on the forehead with the heel of her palm.

"Ah. Yeah. THAT Friday night. Not this coming one. Gotcha. So.. uh.. yeah, with that total verbal blunder, let's segue into something that makes it look like we're not a total idiot. Have you asked anyone to homecoming yet?"

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

That earned a puzzled look, then a shake of his head. "No." His voice squeaked slightly. "I could ask Willow, but...I don't see much of her and...well, you know. It's tense, between us."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce shakes her head, "We don't know. You've only mentioned her once. Have you tried talking to her? We mean.. these things happen, y'know? Maybe she's over it."

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

"Maybe she's over me." He fingers the edge of his desk. "I'm not...the same. When we met...pretty much normal. Failed my classes so I could stay in school another year with her. My cousin bit me," he held up a finger, the finger. "Five years old. He bit me and I'm not the same. Did you know she's a witch? And there's not a spell in the world that can help me."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce counters, "And maybe she's waiting for you to stop being a dork and go talk to her. Geez, Oz. Like no guy in the world has ever had a moment of poor control around the woman he loves."

. o O (He's cute, and a total sweetheart, and the snakes don't freak him out, and I'm encouraging him to go chase his ex??! I am the dumbest female on earth. But I get good friend points.)

She continues, after a brief moment of thought, "So she's a witch. And she can't make a spell to help you. That can't feel good on her part either. We mean.. here's this awesome guy you totally adore, and one stupid thing happens and blam, awkward moment ensues. And this guy, he's great and all, but not a really big talker, and he avoids you completely because he's afraid of having another moment like that. If it were you, would you feel good right there? And how, exactly, do you compensate for that? 'Hi, Oz, so hey, about that thing..'"

She sighs and bites back any more commentary. Rubbing her eyes, she mutters, "Sorry. But you're being a dork, and it's making you unhappy, and we don't like to see you unhappy."

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

Oz held his breath while she was talking,a nd lets it out when she's done.

"I meant...maybe I'm...over her?" He shifted his eyes to the floor.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce, prepared for some sort of male defensive counterattack, completely fails her save check and blinks at Oz.

She slowly mentally counts to ten. In Latin.

"This thing, it's called English. It can occasionally be your friend. Today, however, it is not ours." She quirks an apologetic grin at Oz. "Sorry for ranting. You just.. don't seem happy about it. Are you over her?"

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

"The one time I have seen her face to face here, it was awkward. Like strangers. like...we come from the same place and we have some of the same memories and experiences, but I don't know her anymore. She...I don't know. I know I should talk to her, but...it feels like...like I should just...let her go. Let her live her own life. She doesn't...understand the wolf like you do."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

((ooc: and someday, I will learn to cap my html tags. d'oh. Also? *snerk*))

Duce glances absently around the classroom, looking at the bored faces of the other students, "Yeah.. well, not everyone is fascinated by wild animals. We're somewhat biased in favor of them, though."

Duce rubs the bridge of her nose, above the nosepiece of her glasses. She's getting that headache again. The 'I'm about to do something ridiculously stupid that shoots myself in the foot, but I just can't help myself' headache. "So.. if you were her, what would you want?"

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

Oz looks befuddled for a moment, the question taking him off guard. He hadn't expected anytihng like that.

He takes a deep breath, rubs a hand ove rhis face.

"I...I don't know. I'd want...pretty much want her to understand, the way you do. Not pity me, or...feel bad that there's nothing she can do. It's not her fault this happened. Not really mine either. I'd want her to love me anyway, and help me deal with it. Help me learn to control it."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"You realized you just answered the 'what do you want' question, right? Cuz you just put her in your shoes, not you in hers."

There's a little gnome, somewhere in Duce's brain, beating on it with a stick and screaming 'IDIOT!' in a tiny, shrill voice.

"So you should go talk to her. Or, as you said, you should let her go. Avoiding it isn't ever going to make it better, or easier."

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

"She's busy." Oz looked away again. This would be a whole lot easier if he didn't love her. If she wasn't his first love. "But...I'll try. I'll...call her or something."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce nods in the kind of way that, with one motion of her head, says that you will in fact 'call her or something' or there will be pain involved. And not in the good third-date kind of way.

"Good. Cuz otherwise, we foresee you joining that Male Fans of Celine Dion club thing and .. really? Not your type of music. We might just have to kill you before we let you do that."

She tries to perk back up, "Well, hey, don't sweat it. It's just a dumb dance."

[nightsmoonchild.livejournal.com]

Oz nods, and swallows hard. "Maybe we should blow off this class today, and I'll...call her now?"


[OOC: Gotta jet for a bit, will be back later]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Duce nods, "Let's go. We'll prep the alcohol and you can do shots either before or after, depending on when you need 'em."

She stands and heads for the door.

((ooc: cool.))