Library [12/2]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley was only in the library for the morning of his shift today before leaving for the student mixer.

But while he was there, while poring over still more research, he noticed the new message notification blinking on his phone. Warily, he put it to his ear.

Oh. That was -- he hadn't expected that.

Once the message was finished and his attempts to return the call resulted in a disconnected error, Wesley threw himself back into his research with added vigor, a hard, determined expression in his eyes.

Apathy Club, Friday Afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

George didn't seem to be anywhere around this afternoon. Hopefully, she had just decided she didn't care enough to come, and hadn't joined the ranks of the vanished.

Squall opened the door and stood leaning against the chalkboard, staring at the floor. Yeah. This whole whatever-it-was SUCKED.

The Fifteen Labors of Fandom, Period 1

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules knew that tensions were high amongst all the people of Fandom, his students included. He would not keep them long, he knew there was no lecture or activity that could possibly hold their attention for long.

But he would have something to say.

"This is the time," he said, once his students had all gathered. "The original intention of my class was to put all of you through the sort of events that test your mettle, the fires of tribulation that help forge you into who you are meant to be. This class, however, has been mere playtime. Out there, in this wide multiverse, there is something that is testing us all. I know not its name, its face, its goal, anything. But I do know one very important fact."

He cracked his knuckles and gave his class a smirk. "When I do find out what it is, and how to find it, I'm going to kick it right in its teeth. I, like many of you, have lost much in the past weeks. My entire world seems to have vanished, mortal realms, Olympus, Asgard, all of it. Nothing remains, and it put a heavy burden on my heart. But there is one thing that even this unknown foe can take from me, and I hope you will not let it take from you, either. My will to fight. My desire to combat this cruel injustice. I will not give up, I will not let my sorrow consume me. There will be a day for sorrow, if when we defeat this foe there is no way to restore the multiverse to its order. Today, tomorrow, until this foe has been defeated, it is the time to bear arms, to watch over those who cannot fight, to protect what remains and to cherish what we still have."

"You may think to yourself, 'Hercules, it is easy for you to say this, you are a hero of legend'. But you sell yourself short, if you think you cannot compare with me. I am but a man, with a few magical tools at my disposal. Even if I stripped myself of each of these artifacts, I would face down this foe with my fists and my teeth and my feet, using whatever I had so that I could say I did not back down from the face of evil. I cannot ask of you all to do the same, I would not. But know that there are many like me who will give everything to protect this island, to save those who cannot fight. If you choose to stand beside me when this foe comes our way, I will be honored to have you by my side. You will be the Jasons, the Alexander the Greats, the Janet Van Dynes and She-Hulks who I have humbled by the chance to fight beside. If you choose not to, I do not wish you to feel ashamed. I only ask that you do the most important thing you can ever do. Live to the fullest. Do not be dictated by your fears, by your anxieties. You are all heroes in your own way. Do not be ashamed of your choices, whatever you do."

He smiled and gestured to the door. "So I will not take up any of your morning, you are all free to go. Oh!" He quickly went over to his desk, where there were some large cardboard boxes. "Take a donut, too, if you wish. I thought I should repay you for making you come so early, only to send you on your way."

[ooc: Sorry about late posting, but LJ wouldn't load before I had to leave for work. OCD coming up, class is ready.]

Well-Behaved Women Rarely Make History

[spiritandsword]

When people showed up for class today, they would find a somber Annja who seemed to be paying close attention to who was there and who was not. There were also several televisions with DVD players and quite a lot of food.

"I'm going to be honest and say that I couldn't seem to get my class worked out right today no matter how hard I tried to. Then I decided that it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of everything that has been going on." She ran a hand through her hair. "I have movies and I have food to go along with whatever movies we decide to watch -- or pretend to watch."





[[OOC: I am still having issues with LJ and then Annja decided that no one was in any shape to pay attention to a long lecture on historic women when they were trying so hard not to become history themselves.]]