Library [11.25]

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It was almost time for that holiday with the food and things! Well, one of the holidays with food, and it was one of the ones she didn't have back home.

Humming happily, Anemone bounced around the library, collecting various cookbooks with which to barricade herself behind the circulation desk. She had research to do.

Hunting 101 -- Class 11 (Tuesday period 5)

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When they students enter the Danger Shop, the find themselves on the edges of a swamp at night. John, as usual, was leaning against the parked Impala waiting for them.

"Sorry about the missed class last week. There was a power outage in the Danger Shop here that made it impossible to carry out today's assignment. ( ''This is Laveau Swamp. It has a little infestation problem right now. Of zombies.'' )

[ooc: wait for ocd's up. Have at it!]

Introductory Superhuman Physics, Period 4 [11-25]

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"Abandon all hope," Jean-Paul said somewhat gleefully. "Science cannot help you now. But we are going to make it try." He moved to the board and began writing as he spoke: "'An object at rest will stay at rest until acted on by an outside force.' Roll tape." The projector whirred to life, showing what seemed to be an instructional cartoon where a woman pointed at a box and it moved. "Telekinesis," a woman's pleasantly bland voice proclaimed, "is the ability to move an object with one's mind."

Jean-Paul erased the law of physics he'd just written on the board and wrote instead, in huge letters, 'HOW?'

"Telepaths," the voice continued, this time showing two cartoon people with little dashes between their heads, "can communicate with others using only their thoughts." Jean-Paul pointed again at the 'HOW?' on the board. Then he hit stop on the video and said, "You should know the routine by now. Pairs, discussion, et cetera."

When Words Fail, Music Speaks club; Tuesday, 5pm. [ 11/25 ]

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That morning, Chad had oh so handwavily sent out an email to everyone in the club, hoping they'd get it, but no big deal if they didn't. It was simply that Turtle asking him to watch Nana for the evening (he was still a little surprised that she had, but he got twenty bucks out of the deal, plus he really liked Nana) inspired him for something fun to do for the club.

Fun, or potentially disastrous. In his email, he had made a request that anyone with pets to bring them. As a result, he had not only the giant Saint Bernard, but also Prince Oscar Pedro and Sir Galliano, his and Teddy's cats. And he was strumming his guitar, trying to encourage them to make sound and noise along with it.

"I thought," he explained, "our pets could join our jam session today. This is Nana, Prince Oscar Pedro, and Sir Galliano, for those of you who don't know them. Also, next Tuesday there's no official club, because it's the Karaoke Competition, so we'll meet at Caritas. I'm putting up posters this weekend because everyone's probably thinking about Thanksgiving. Also, speaking of Thanksgiving, the cheerleaders are putting together a dinner that you should go to if you're here."

And that was the most Chad was going to talk if he could help it, so he settled in to see if the pets knew Stairway to Heaven.