Fandom High Library, Friday

[talentforlying]

Possession. Bloody lovely.

Which was why John was going around the library, reinforcing every ward he had and adding a few new ones. He wouldn't be able to keep anyone already wearing a meatsuit out of the library unless he had their true names, but he could put enough spells on the place that no spirit could taken an unwilling host while within the library walls.

Nobody was getting turned into a meatsuit during his shift, thanks.

The library was open, and the librarian was packing squirt-guns filled with holy water for anyone who wanted one.

American History: Lies Your Other Teachers Told You

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh sent an email to his class:

Yeah, like I'm going outside right now. Stay inside, try not to get POSSESSED and study for your final. Which you will be having. Even if you get possessed.

There, Josh had done his part. Now he was off to stock up on salt and booze. This freaking island.

How to be a Spy, For Real, We Mean it [Friday period1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-BEEP-BEEP BEEEEEEEP,” enthused Pam, as she raced around the classroom, eyes wide. “BEEP BEEP BEEP WOOOOP WOOOOOOOOP WOOOOOOP.”

She started weaving a pattern through the chairs, flicking her eyes around for anyone who looked dangerous. Or like they had gigantic, world-ending gaping maws instead of normal mouths.

"Why are you all here?" Cheryl asked, a little more lucid than usual as she flailed a pill bottle at Pam in self-defense. "Like I know I always ask you that, but did you not notice that we're fucking haunted or something? Go home."

The pill bottle hit Pam’s face mid-WOOP, and her expression changed. “BOIKA BOIKA BOIKA BOIKA PEW PEW PEW PEW BOIKA BOIKA BOIKA PEW PEW PEW!!!!” Her eyes were as big as saucers now, and she was fleeing to the back of the classroom, possibly knocking over a few of the empty chairs as she went. She began thumping against the wall, hoping for some kind of secret entrance.

THE PILLS MEANT THE FEEDING HAD BEGUN! VITAMINS WERE THE END! THE MAN OF PAC HAD COME TO FEAST UPON HER SOUL!!!!!!!

"So now's a good time to leave," Cheryl yelled, actively shooing people out, now. "I'm going to lock her in here, time to go."

Goddammit. She was going to have to wait until Monday to get that shit refilled.

A PLAN! A PLAN! WHAT IF, FOR ONCE, THE TABLES TURNED?! WHAT IF SHE BECAME THE FEEDING CREATURE?

“BOIKA BOIKA BOIKA PEW PEW PEWWWWWWWWW!” Pam screamed, as she scooped the pill bottle from its place on the floor. “BOCK BOCK BOCK BOCK WOOOOOP!”

She downed most of the contents in one go. She didn’t feel like she had transformed into a devouring mouth that could swallow the world in one go -- although colors were suddenly a whole lot prettier. Maybe she could test it out. Like, say, on one of those unsuspecting* student-types sitting in one of those chairs.

*No effing way.

“WOOO WOOO WOOO WOOOO WOOOOOOO,” she trilled, as she stalked close to the nearest one. Assuming he or she was braindead enough that they were not already getting the fuck out of Dodge.

[yeah, Pam is possessed by a Pac-Man ghost. Actually no OCD incoming, but feel free to react as you're chased away! This is the Pam and Cheryl version of canceling class via email, minus the email or actually canceling class before they get there.]