Student Council [Friday, Lunchtime]

[bigdamnprincipal]

Considering how certain parts of the semester were going (thank you very much, Jamie), Zoe was glad to have something to look forward to in the first Student Council meeting. The classroom where the council usually met was set up again with a large table and chairs, and there was pizza ready for the taking.

"Good afternoon. It's good to see all of you together," she said, once everyone was settled. "Congratulations on a successful election, and I hope you're all ready to get to work. Our first order of business is to decide who the Student Council president will be. If any of the seniors would like to be considered for this position, you'll have a chance to discuss your merits, and then we'll vote." Yes, she said if. She wasn't going to assume just because she'd seen these kids in action. "After that, we've got to hammer out the details of Parents Weekend, because it's coming up fast. So, who would like to speak first?"

Library [9/23]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Wesley couldn't explain it, but for some reason he was looking at an enormous quantity of misshelved books about rainbow trout.

They were everywhere, too! In the mythology section, in the dinosaur section, in the psychology section... everywhere. He sighed and got to work reshelving, but only after placing one of them on his desk. If the library thought they were so important, he supposed he could manage to look one over.

Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History [Session 4, Period 4]

[spiritandsword]

When the class entered the Danger Shop today, they would find that the room resembled the grounds outside of a great castle structure. There were blankets spread out on the grass and they were obviously there as a place for everyone to sit.

"Kimbolton Castle," Annja began after all of the students arrived. "Certainly by the standards of the day it wasn't the most impressive of castles, and in fact, it would become famous because of the fact that it was used as basically a prison for one important lady. Of course, during her time, her husband did everything he could to diminish how important she was, but she never gave up standing by her faith and the truth. I'm speaking of Katherine of Aragon, Princess of Spain and Queen of England. She had the unfortunate prestige of being the first wife of King Henry VIII."

( Katherine of Aragon )

The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Session 4, Period 1

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules gathered the class in a normal classroom today. Unlike previous classes, Hercules was wearing normal clothes, and sat at a desk that was covered in pamphlets. Once the class had all come together, he started handing out the various pamphlets, which turned out to be for all sorts of various charitable organizations.

( Good Deeds! )

Hercules grinned, and gave the class a thumbs-up. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with!"
[ooc: Please wait for OCD! Open class ready for open-ness!]

that apathy thing, some room, after the whatever, wait do really I have to go? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Okay, to be honest, it had been a little difficult at first for George to find the proper mood for Apathy Club. Because she had missed it. (Shut up.) These were her ... crew. Sort of. And Seifer was bringing music, and Jeremy was going to be there, and they were -- uh. They had gone on a date. That meant something, right?

However, George was a professional. More importantly, she had to actually get out of bed (yes, this was afternoon. Do not judge her) and go over to the school on a day that she didn't even have classes, and then fucking run the stupid thing, and that helped considering with putting her in the proper state of mind.

About ten minutes after the club should have started -- most of which George spent with her head down on her desk -- she finally spoke.

"Congratulations," she said. "You have somehow signed up for the most worthless club in all existence. You could have been doing your nails with the sorority or actually helping people in Pride. You could have been out with your friends, assuming you have any. You could be in your room right now, reading a book. Staring at the wall. Hell, masturbating."

She shrugged. "Literally any of those would have been better. Do not blame me when you realize I am right, because I do not give a fuck. So: great job, guys, signing up for something this stupid. Make sure you're here bright and early next week for more fun."

And then she put her head back down. She was going to stay like that unless anybody bugged her.

... or maybe unless Jeremy if he was there wanted to make out or something.

(OCD incoming!)

Fighting for Funsies!, Friday

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After the kids had been ever so handwavily informed to meet in the Danger Shop... they met in the Danger Shop. Hopefully all readers out there were sitting down for that shocking turn of events. If not... have a blanket.

"So, today we're gonna get some hands on experience in a fight. In that whole WWE, sublimating those desires into violence, tiny ankled Liefeldian kind of way," Deadpool said rambled, completely ignoring the giant guy with the glowyeye next to him. "But not Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson. Samoan national treasure."

Deadpool needed to stop watching The Rock movies.

"Wade needs to stop watching The Rock movies," Cable said, proving that he'd been around Deadpool for way too long at this point. "What we're trying to say is that contained, consensual violence can be a good outlet - and a good way to train yourself and keep your edge sharp."

"Do not." Do so. And stop sulking. "Stupid inner monologue agreeing."

It all made perfect sense, kids.

"What we're gonna do is this: those of you who lack a pair can watch me and Nate here demonstrate this friendly sparring thing. The folks who put on their training bras this morning can find someone to fight instead."

"You're also welcome to do both," Cable supplied. "I think this is going to be a few rounds..."

Deadpool stared at him for a moment, trying not to make the innuendo that demanded to be said. "Yes," he finally settled on.

Innuendos would come later. "Now hit the mats," Cable replied, not at all co-opting the class, "And get going."