History of Art / Studio Art Combined Studio | Jan 27, Periods 5&6

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As the students came into class, they would be able to see large photographic prints of Greek Statuary, as well several draperies and what looked suspiciously like white body paint. There are also a number of sketchpads and cameras.

( Today's assignment )

[ooc: OCD threads coming are up]

Outside the Gym...

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

Togusa was now arguing with a think tank, and losing.

"Togusa does not go out in this weather. I don't care if it is to find Batou! You stay where it's warm and you don't need new cyberparts from frostbite!"

"Come on, it's a short jaunt," Togusa growled. "You're heated on the inside." He loooked over at Walter. "A little help here?" He waved at the tank, raising an eyebrow. A.I. could be a bitch sometimes.

Music 201 - 1/28/06 - Period 7 - Class #6 (before the blackout)

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Today's junk food consists of hot chocolate, coffee, tea and sugary cookie-type treats.

( Music 201 Class #6 )

[OOC: Credit for the Imperial March Banthabell Mix goes to the lovely psycho_barbie.]

OCD Threads are coming. now up.

Detention: January 28th

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The Tick entered the Danger Shop, carrying some coffees and with Lockheed trailing behind. The shop had been programmed to look just like his classroom because he was prepared to inflict the deepest punishment he could think to inflict upon a person; he was going to lecture them today.

As the students filed in, The Tick pointed them towards the sign-in sheet.

Samuel Throgmorten Anders
Archibald Kennedy
Alphonse Elric
Edward Elric
Togusa
Charles Kawalsky

Once everyone was in and seated, he began to speak.

"Hello, students. You kids have either earned - or in your case, Togusa, had the bad luck to be randomly selected - your time here today. I have coffee, notebooks, and pens for you today. I'm going to lecture you this morning, and then after lunch, you'll be expected to write about what you heard. I'd suggest taking good notes so your essays shine."

[OOC: During the lectures take notes, pass notes (although you will get caught at a certain point), ask questions afterwards, whatever. Lockheed may mock you. There will be a short essay at the end of detention. And the fact that there are no threads after Lunch right now? Means absolutely nothing, really. As for timeframe... well, who can predict these things, really? You'll know when it's over.]

Gun Club: [1/28]

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Since Parker told me I could couldn't seem to get her act together, Marty opened up the gun range and did a once-over the weapons locker to make sure that everything was in order.

He then made sure that the safety rules were up:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

Breaking any of these rules means an immediate visit with Mr. Smith, or the guy with the funny hat.

Come on in, sign in, and go 'splodey.

Gun Range: Afternoon

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Pippi skidded to a hault at the door to the gun range. Tex's M6D was in one hand and the extra clips were in her pocket.

She tried the door but it wouldn't open...

Was it locked?

Was it frozen stuck?

Was there anybody in there still?

Should she knock?

She paused... Wondering if it was really a good idea to pull it off it's hinges.

Just then, a she got a call.

Crud.

She made another call.

Monster attack

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Shots can still be heard down in the town. The troopers seem to be all tied up down there. Which is why it might be disconcerting to anyone watching out the windows to see figures begin rising out of the snow on the lawn of the school. More are moving out of the trees also.

They begin making their way toward the buildings.

[[OOC: If people choose to leave the building to fight, please organize yourselves into groups (preferably in the gym thread) and post your location in the subject line. This will make it a lot easier for me to keep track of everything.]]

Medical Post: The Gym

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Susan, Zhaan, and others have numerous cots set up with dividers, and a table with their instruments in one corner of the gym. They are treated the injured and preparing for more casualties. After some quick and hasty introductions, they got ready for any incoming patients and hoped there wouldn't be any.


ETA: Post is closed to new play as of 11:22 EST. If you're injured, come into the clinic tomorrow-- the doctors are as fried as their players.

The Pacifists

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Blair, Mac, Lucas and CJ have worked very hard to make it so the snow monsters can't get in. We're all very competant and know exactly how to keep things out in theory...and we know how well theory works. Anyone looking to not fight and wants to commiserate with CJ about, oh, weirdness...or share tales from Zombie weekend with those who weren't there can lounge with us.

CJ's armed, so we aren't helpless...and woe to anyone who tries to hurt her kids.

Gym, afternoon

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

The reports coming in from her clone troopers were worrying to say the least. Tex scanned around the gym seeing no one in charge and cursed. Who the hell was in charge at this school? Even Church was better at organising things. Changing the channel to communication systems, she finally found the right wavelength and the P.A. crackled to life.

"... stupid useless... Alright, that's better. Okay, listen up you anklebiters. Town's under attack by some sort of... I can't believe I'm fucking saying this... snow monsters. They got tentacles and you can shoot them but they'll kinda just reform a while later. Yeah, this should be fun. I suggest you all get some weapons and defend yourself. And if I see anyone of you adolescent fucktards heading into town to get in my troopers way I'll rip out your skull."

She turned off the communications and looked around her.

"Right, now what kind of firepower do you guys have here? You better not all be like that Canadian dictionary loving pacifist."

Saturday Morning - The Gym

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Hawkeye yawned and stretched as he entered the gym. Inside there were people. Outside there was snow. All in all, not a bad deal. He was wearing his usual maroon bathrobe, but underneath was stuffed with layers. Just in case. Not that anything would happen today except snow, of course.


[OOC: Saturday gym post! Feel free to use this for your gym special snow shelter needs. And somebody get me some coffee...]