Library [10/28]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley was still working on the pile of books he'd started last night, which was why he might seem a bit distracted to anyone who might happen to wander in. The three-subject notebook into which he was copying some of the more interesting passages was nearly full already, and he was only on the second book.

Plus, he had to flag the pages with diagrams, because he certainly wasn't copying them over. And not just because he couldn't quite make sense of them.

The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Session 8, Period 1

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules was incredibly hung over today, which meant he was sitting at a desk in a classroom with sunglasses on, while nursing a bottle of water. Stupid mortal hangovers.

Once the class had gathered, he turned down the lights and started showing a movie so that his class could see an example of another Greek hero who had encountered great trials in his life.

Then he went to go try and nap at his desk. Today was not a great morning for Mr. Hercules.

[ooc: Minimal OCD a-coming is up! Lame class is lame, sorry]

Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History [Session 8, Period 4]

[spiritandsword]

When the students got to the class today, they would see Annja up front next to a large screen and a DVD player off to the side.

"Next week I plan to have a lesson about one of the greatest monarchs of all time, so it's only fair that we devote some time to her mother, as well. Therefore, movie day. It's not the best movie about Anne Boleyn, but it is one of my favorites."


[[OOC: Lame class is lame due to migraine and much issues at work.]]

apathy whatever, some fucking room, "fun" with office supplies, who cares, am I done now?

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Yup. It was Friday, and this was Apathy Club. So George was here, and she was ... fucking bored.

Was she going to do something about it? No. No, she was not. Because this was fucking apathy club, and maybe they didn't get the memo about this not being a club where people did shit.

But she had found some stickers and post-its and paper clips in whatever fucking desk she was sitting at, and so now she was making ... well.

You couldn't call it "art." Art implied she was making a statement, or putting effort into it. But there were big looping chains of paper clips and post-it notes hanging from her lengs-magnifying glasses and fuck it, like she cared.

And if other people wanted to destroy some office supplies, she wasn't about to stop them. That would require effort.

Or they could stare at the walls. Staring at the walls was always a valid option in Apathy Club. Whatever.

Fighting for Funsies!, Friday

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's Halloween next week and you all know that means someone is gonna end up in some sort of sugar coma. My money is on Madrox, any takers? Anyone?" Deadpool shook his head in disappointment. "If you don't know what Halloween is... tough titties. I'm a teacher, not a dictionary. Or Google."

And an excellent teacher at that.

"So, today we're gonna watch a horror movie and figure out how the people in them should have reacted in order to stay alive."

A beat.

"Or just mock them in general. I'm oddly okay with that happening too," Deadpool added. "So have some popcorn and enjoy: Implausibly Unstoppable Monster vs. Implausibly Unstoppable Monster."