Study Hall - Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits on the floor of the study hall, playing with a bunch of black lab puppies.

No, really.

And no, she's not teaching them how to kill. Although she is making them sniff a toaster and then sniff everybody who comes into the room.

Today is obviously not a low-paranoia day for her.

Comments

[swerval_zero]

Is this a special 'don' eat at the cafeteria' or just the standard one?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs, which is a mistake because he opened his mouth.

(Bursts out singing)
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen


Marty rolls his eyes and holds up a sign:

"Take a guess?"

[swerval_zero]

*recoils in horror*

I...I'm so, so sorry.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods sadly.


Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
So the walls came tumbling down


Marty rolls his eyes. He holds up a sign.

"Better than dressing up like Connor."

[swerval_zero]

I guess that's a matter of opinion.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smirks and scribbles out:

"I didn't think a black halter top and mirrored sunglasses was an attractive look for me."

[swerval_zero]

But now you're singin'....*shudder* ABBA.

[chasingangela]

"I know. Connor was better."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela a confused look.

"Connor sings ABBA tunes?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: That was written BTW]

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles. "This is like who's on first. I meant I liked Connor-you better than Abba-you. The miniskirt did wonders for your figure."

[swerval_zero]

*nods agreement*