fandomhigh | Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 4th

Welcome to the study hall for Tuesday. If anybody's looking for me, the gremlins are on an upswing today, so I'll be prowling around with a cricket bat and a CD player with Music To Bash Things With.

A few announcements:

-- Please go here to participate in the roll call of student clubs so that we can make sure that all student clubs are accounted for.

-- The student body is reminded that any student going to Homecoming will need to purchase tickets. Homecoming elections will be held this Friday, and Homecoming is this upcoming weekend. Also, in student council news, the Student Council Election Debates will be held Wednesday night, with the election itself taking place on Monday.

-- In other news, five teaching positions will be listed later on today for your perusal. We are in need of new teachers, so please check that out when the post is made.

-- For some fucking reason, Locker 327 has been in reverse all morning long and has been randomly spewing strange things into the halls. Someone should be repairing it later in the week, but until then, be aware of the dangers and be on guard accordingly.

-- In related news, there's a mime loose on campus. And no, you're not allowed to kill it. You are, however, allowed to mock and point.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You know I'm not fond of the weapons ban, but it's hardly as big of a restriction as some people seem to think it is. Life on your terms? That's all fine and dandy, but you can't let a place fall into anarchy because everyone wants to have his own terms. The rules are there for a reason.

*shakes her head* It's not about the weapons ban, or the fact that we have rules. Right now, I wouldn't arm anyone in this place. Probably least of all me.

Obviously I need to work on expressing this better. My problem is that the Administration wants us to trust each other, and, you know? I do. I trust all of my fellow students, post-zombie attack. Far more than I trust the school. The school talks about building trust, but I don't see them doing it.

I'm trying. I've made friends with at least one member of every political slate and offered to help no matter who wins. I've made friends with people from every major classification of powered or unpowered students. Shep and I agreed to take the animosity out of our tormenting each other.

I'm trying to build trust one person at a time. If we have trust, then the rules won't be oppressive, and maybe we'll deserve to have our weapons back. Maybe that's my campaign platform.

*blinks and stares at her for a moment* Okay, you lost me. You're saying you trust the other students and you're agreeing with the ban and the rules but... What's the problem exactly then? What's making you feel trapped?

Parker, busy over at the usual Committee booth, notices the two of them talking, and narrows her eyes, wondering what's up. Didn't they break up last month?

Beka catches Parker's eye and mouths, "What?"

Parker tilts her head toward Cam, and widens her eyes, then mouths, "Again?"

Beka's eyes widen, she mouths: "No!" and shakes her head vigorously. "Friends. Just friends."

Parker nods, somewhat relieved -- partly because she saw Cam and Vala the night before, partly because that way, Angelus has no reason to stalk the guy.

_{[ooc: At skip=60, and *still* not caught up... God.]}

*shrugs unhappily* The application of the rules, especially the weapons ban, has made people like...people who carry weapons or are perceived as dangerous...the target of a lot of negativity.

I trust my fellow students. That doesn't mean they all trust me.

*shrugs again* Angelus and I were ~~flirting~~ talking in study hall. He helped me get out of ~~my clothes~~ the weapons ban chaos. I sent him a rose as a gesture, with a card that we both understood perfectly well. The Flower Shop called me back to warn me that if 'anything happened' they'd have to cough up my personal information.

I don't like living in a fishbowl. If it breaks, bad things happen to the fish.

*tilts his head* I can imagine that people who don't like weapons would actually be more relaxed around you now that you're not actually wearing one. *grins slightly* Saves doors and all that.

It's high school, Beka. Of course you're being watched. I imagine it was much the same on your father's ship, you live in the same space so people will notice. You just have to lock your door if you want to have a private conversation.

People probably feel safer about me not carrying a gun, yes. *grins, but it doesn't touch her eyes* You can take the gun away from the bunny. But it doesn't make her a flowers-and-dolls girl.

*smiles sadly* That's where you'd be wrong, on both counts. No one watched. Pop's a drug addict and Bobby and I would be gone for days at a time.

And there's no privacy here. Spider's cameras are probably everywhere and Dean Bristow pretty much told me that there was no way for me to do stuff without him knowing about it.

Okay, so which one is it? Are we being watch or not? And do you want them to watch you or not, because I'm getting confused here. Maybe Spider has cameras everywhere, so what? He's not out to get you personally, he's a teacher. And with the few exceptions they generally don't intend to kill or hurt their students. No one is out to get you or me or the weird kid with the poncho.

What kind of stuff exactly is it then that you need to be doing that Dean Bristow can't see it? Because frankly, unless you're up to no good, you have nothing to worry about it. And I don't think Spider gives a damn about any of our sex lives.

I think the problem isn't that you're confused, Cam. I think the problem is that I am. I need to work that out. But I will say, whether I'm doing anything I don't want anyone to see or not, I like my privacy.

Where I'm from, people knowing too much about you, even the normal stuff, is a good way to get dead. I know it's not like that here, or it shouldn't be, but 17 years is a long time to shake off in a few weeks.

*sighs and speaks softly* It is. Just give it time, I don't think it's as bad as it feels.

*looks at him and remembers just why she liked him so much from the beginning* I hope you're right.

*smiles and winks at her* Of course I am.

*smirks, feeling a bit better* Of course.

Except on this test if I don't start studying now. *grins*

Let me know if I can help. I've gotta scoot to Journalism.

*smiles* Thanks, Cam. Really.

*shrugs and smiles back* Anytime.

Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 4th

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